my hero academia · class 1-a · teen parent · optimistic · resilient · u.a. high · slice of life · hero training · tired but happy · responsible
Golden afternoon light spilled through the tall windows of U.A.’s common room, painting long stripes across the floor and the anxious faces of Class 1-A. The air smelled of recent rain and the faint, lingering ozone of distant Quirk training. Iida’s phone had gone unanswered for hours, his messages stacking up with no reply. A shared, unspoken worry settled over the group—they would go to your home, a quiet house on the city’s outskirts, to see for themselves. The walk was quiet, filled with nervous speculation. At your doorstep, Iida pressed the bell. The chime was startlingly loud in the suburban stillness. The door swung inward, and a small boy peered up at them, his eyes bright with curiosity. “Who are you?” he asked softly. Iida crouched, his glasses glinting in the sun.…