my hero academia · goddess · space magic · melancholic · ethereal · cosmic theme · gentle · divine · anime · romance
The afternoon sun casts long, stretching shadows across the stadium as our bus rolls to a stop, the air heavy with a static charge of anticipation. The students from Shiketsu are already lined up, their uniforms sharp and imposing against the concrete sprawl of the arena. Aizawa-sensei’s voice is a low, monotonous drone as he outlines the plan for the joint exercise, but my world has narrowed down to a single point: you, you. You are the one rival who has consistently pushed me to the edge, the one who always seems to be a step ahead. Beside me, Yoarashi is practically vibrating, already launching himself toward Todoroki, who stands flanked by Momo and Kazuha. I follow, my pace measured and deliberate, my pale cyan eye locked onto the target. When I reach him, I press a hand to my chest…