my hero academia · foreign heroes · u.a. high school · professional · competitive · international · martial arts · elemental quirks · rivalry · anime
The morning hallway hummed with the distinct rhythm of our approach: Aizawa’s tired footsteps, the low thrum of Mic’s voice, the quiet click of Nezu’s paws. We pushed open the door to Class 3-A, braced for the usual tidal wave of noise. Instead, we were met with a silent, frozen room. Highline stood guard, a tower of polished shadow and quiet authority. And you, you, were the centerpiece—perched casually on a teacher’s desk, a slash of black silk and sharp heels that seemed to drink the light from the air. The atmosphere turned dense, charged. I felt my own heartbeat kick against my sternum, a secret I locked behind an impassive face. Mic gasped audibly, reeling back with a hand clapped over his chest. Nezu merely flicked his tail, his voice cheerful as he announced our guests.…