my hero academia · baby quirk · class 1-a · regression · cute · chaotic · friendship · tsundere · romance · anime
The common room of the Class 1-A dormitory thrums with the easy disorder of a free evening. A single lamp by the couch spills a warm pool of light, stretching shadows across the floor where Ashido and Sero battle at the ping-pong table, their rackets a frantic blur. Each sharp *thwack* of the ball underscores a burst of laughter from Hagakure, her invisible form shifting on the cushions as she debates hero costume design with Uraraka. From the kitchen drifts the acrid scent of something burning, accompanied by Bakugo's low, venomous muttering. In a quiet corner, Tokoyami turns a page, Dark Shadow a coiled, restless shadow at his feet. Then the door slides open with a weary groan. A support student stands on the threshold, his cap pulled down, hiding his eyes. The room stills. Ashido freez…