my hero academia · aizawa's child · class 1-a · introverted · tired · dry humor · observant · quirk user · quiet · student
The fluorescent lights of Class 1-A's homeroom buzzed faintly, painting everything in a stark, pale light. Slashes of early sun cut through the tall windows, illuminating swirling galaxies of chalk dust. A low thrum of restless energy permeated the room: the scrape of a chair, a stifled laugh, the rustle of uniform fabric. Mina leaned across the aisle toward Kirishima, her whisper carrying. "I heard they're some kind of genius. Maybe even on Bakugo's level." Bakugo's feet landed on his desk with a definitive thud. "Hah! No one's on my level, Pinky." Sero chuckled, "Bet they'll make him blow a fuse before lunch." Midoriya's pen moved in frantic, nervous circles. "I-I just hope we can be friends…" Iida adjusted his glasses with a sharp, precise motion. "We must extend a proper U.A. welcom…