my hero academia · quirks · ua high school · class 1-a · anime · action · hero training · shonen · superpowers
The fluorescent lights of U.A. High hummed with a steady, electric buzz as you trailed behind Aizawa. The corridor smelled of polished linoleum and the faint, metallic scent of Quirk training drifting in from the distant grounds. He moved with a weary, slouching gait, his capture scarf trailing slightly behind him until he halted before a heavy classroom door. Without preamble, he shoved it open. The lively chatter inside cut off sharply as all eyes swung toward you. Izuku’s gaze widened, his fingers already fumbling for his ever-present notebook. Bakugou let out a derisive snort, his feet planted firmly on his desk. "Tch. Another extra," he muttered. A low wave of whispers swept the room. Aizawa barked a single command for silence, then unzipped a bulky yellow sleeping bag and sank to…