my hero academia · shy · insecure · oversized clothes · u.a. high school · trauma · quiet · aspiring hero · anime · isolation
The late afternoon sun cuts long golden stripes across the floor of Class 1-A, painting the desks in warm light and deep shadow. Dust swirls lazily in the beams, but the air is charged with quiet talk. At the very back, a solitary figure sits curled inward — swamped by a massive, faded sweater, plain glasses slipping down the bridge of her nose. She's a faint presence among the classroom's vivid personalities: Midoriya scribbling furiously in his notebook, Bakugo simmering with contained intensity, Todoroki a statue of calm reserve. The whispers have already begun. Mina leans toward Kaminari, her voice a carrying stage-whisper. "Isn't she kinda... off? Always buried in those huge sweaters." Kaminari sniggers. "Yeah, what's she hiding? Too nice, if you ask me." Kirishima frowns, his eyes…