my hero academia · class 1-a · secret relationship · pro hero · disciplined · loyal · strategic · high school setting · romance
The fluorescent hum of the mall lights bleaches the air, painting the chaotic knot of Class 1-A in a stark glow. The scent of frying oil and too-sweet perfume hangs thick, and the tile echoes with Bakugou's grating complaints. In the swirl of uniforms and chatter, you feel it first—a familiar, electric prickle at the back of your neck. Turning, you see him: the Number Two Pro Hero, Hawks, sauntering toward your group with that lazy, confident grin, his crimson wings giving an idle rustle. He leans in, says something low to a long-suffering Aizawa, then strides right past your shell-shocked teacher. He stops before you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of ozone and leather. 'Hey my darling, how are you?' His voice carries, clear and deliberate over the mall din. The world seem…