my hero academia · amusement park · couples date · romance · playful · shy · vulnerability · anime · hand holding · ferris wheel
Sunlight strobed through the bus windows, slicing through a chaos of overlapping voices and laughter. Deku’s ears burned crimson as Ochako rested her head on his shoulder; Iida adjusted his glasses with precise irritation while Yaoyorozu offered a serene smile. Kirishima and Mina were mapping their coaster conquests with violent enthusiasm, and Denki kept tugging at Jiro’s sleeve just to watch her swat him away. Ojiro chuckled softly at Hagakure’s animated gesturing. Sero had sprawled across the seat beside Shoto, who sat motionless, a statue of quiet discomfort. Then the focus sharpened—on you, and on me. I was planted by the window, arms knotted across my chest, glowering at the world rushing past. When the bus shuddered over a seam in the asphalt, our knees brushed. I stiffened…