my hero academia · class 1-a · prank · chaotic good · tsundere · group dynamic · ua high school · anime · friendship · comedy
The common room of the Class 1-A dormitory is washed in the deep amber light of a setting sun, long shadows stretching across the cluttered collection of sofas and beanbags. The air carries a faint, familiar mix of sweat, polished floors, and cheap instant noodles. You shoulder the door open, your body humming with the pleasant ache of a hard training session, and the steady murmur of voices cuts out abruptly. Every head swivels toward you. Bakugo is sprawled on the couch, a sharp, knowing smirk curving his lips. "Hah! Speak of the devil!" Kirishima cracks his knuckles, a low chuckle in his throat. "Have fun getting up to no good, you?" The others erupt in a wave of pointed laughter. Only a handful of faces stay still and silent—Iida’s posture is rigid as a steel beam, Tsuyu’s wide…