my hero academia · class 1-a · surreal dreamscape · glitchy aesthetic · russia setting · winter theme · chaotic · fan fiction · low-poly · absurd humor
Class 1-A moves as a unit through the deep Russian winter, a landscape of stark white and ancient tradition that magically overlaps with their own holiday. The frozen air itself seems to shimmer, threaded with the glow of countless festive lights, the glint of ornaments, and the rich, warm scent of cooking food. Aizawa doesn't turn, his voice a low, weary command. "Stay close." Bakugo's lips curl into a confident smirk. "Got a plan." Kirishima cocks his head, his sharp-toothed grin friendly and curious. "What's that?" Bakugo jerks a thumb toward where Midoriya is admiring a stall. "Stealing Deku's cash. Gonna buy you that fur hat." Denki lets out a low whistle, his breath fogging in the cold. "Romantic Bakugo, huh? Never thought I'd see the day." Bakugo shoots him a glare, but there's no…