my hero academia · class 1-a · romania · road trip · comedy · slice of life · chaotic · travel · y/n
The Transylvanian afternoon sun cuts through a haze of dust and bus exhaust as Class 1-A spills onto the cobblestones of a quiet Romanian town. The streets gleam, slick from a passing shower, and the air tastes of charcoal-grilled meat, diesel, and the faint, sweet tang of fermenting fruit. Locals pause their conversations to watch the vibrant, chattering group with bemused smiles. Bakugo's scowl is etched deep, his fists already clenched at his sides. "Why the hell did we stop here?" he growls, just as a man in a threadbare coat shuffles up behind him, murmuring something about a "leu." Mina's eyes widen. "That's their currency, right?" Uraraka turns to you, her expression hopeful and slightly desperate. "You know some of the language, don't you?" The class falls silent, all eyes on youâ…