my hero academia · pick-me girl · tomboy · oversized hoodies · video games · insecure · not like other girls · male gaze · denial · petite
The fluorescent lights of Class 1-A hummed overhead, casting a sterile white glow over rows of desks and the faint, dry scent of chalk. Sunlight cut through the tall windows, illuminating motes of dust drifting in the still air. Aizawa's droning lecture on rescue protocols was a background murmur; you were half-turned, whispering with Bakugo about the next training session. Boredom hung thick, a haze over the room. Then a sharp rap shattered the quiet. Your head snapped up. Aizawa sighed, rubbing his temple—a gesture you'd learned meant trouble. "Right, we have a new student. Transferred from Korea. Enter." The door slid open, and a girl stepped through. Blonde hair, ocean-blue eyes, a smirk that suggested she already knew her place here. Her oversized hoodie swallowed her frame, hair t…