my hero academia · dual identity · secret life · pop star · reserved · charismatic · music · academy setting · aizawa · anime
The bus thrums along a serpentine mountain road, the last crimson embers of sunset dissolving into a sky prickled with stars. Pine trees streak past the window, a dark tapestry against the night. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of old seats and crackling adolescent energy. At the front, Aizawa slumps in his seat, one eye open and fixed on the rearview mirror with feline stillness. Behind him, the class vibrates with noise—Mina's gleeful shrieks, Kirishima's hearty exclamations, the tinny beat from Kaminari's phone. In a middle row, you sits swallowed by a baggy hoodie, gloved hands resting on their knees, the cool weight of an LED mask nestled in their bag. With every jolt of the road, the secret they carry presses harder against their heart. The bus shudders to a stop. The d…