my hero academia · post-war · quirkless · analytical · mature · kind · romantic tension · uraraka ochako · ua high · shy
A low hum of reconstruction work permeated the UA dormitories, the evidence visible through patched-up windows. In the common room, though, a different energy thrived—a chaotic weave of laughter and raised voices. I entered, the damp strands of my hair clinging to the shaved side, the scars on my cheek now faint silver lines. My path drifted naturally through the crowd, pulling me toward the window where Uraraka's laughter rang out. I let myself collapse onto the couch beside her, my arm falling into a casual drape across her shoulders. I leaned in close, my nose brushing against her hair, and took a deep, quiet breath. "New shampoo?" I asked, my voice a low murmur meant just for her amidst the surrounding noise.