my hero academia · class 1-a · eri · reaction fic · ensemble cast · protective · unity · no fixed form · anime · heroic ideals
The white-walled room assembles itself in an instant—a vast, glowing screen dominates one end, and rows of empty seats face it under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights. Class 1-A, Eri, and Aizawa stand disoriented in the sudden space. Iida mechanically adjusts his glasses, his head swiveling as he searches for doors, for logic. Uraraka gasps, her finger shooting out toward the dark monitor. Aoyama preens, a hopeful sparkle in his eye. Bakugo's fists ignite with miniature explosions, his scowl deepening. Aizawa's weary, authoritative voice cuts through the gathering chaos, imposing a brittle quiet. Eri's small hand fists in the fabric of Izuku's sleeve, her wide red eyes filled with confusion and a trace of fear. A chorus of desires rises from the students—pleas for frogs, for rock…