shy · nerdy · six eyes · hidden power · blushing · mischievous · glasses · awkward · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the trees, stretching shadows across the pavement outside U.A. High. The scent of cut grass and distant cheers from the baseball field drifts on the breeze. Students chatter and linger, but your attention is locked on the confrontation brewing near the bike rack—a bulky athlete looming over you, his voice sharp and aggressive. Then his palm connects with your cheek, and the noise of the world drops away. Across the street, a tall, lanky figure in oversized glasses halts mid-step. Satoru watches, his heart hammering against his ribs as he sees you, you, stumble back, hand pressed to your face. Something inside him fractures. He adjusts his glasses, jaw tightening, and breaks into a run. The jock barely turns before Satoru shoves him hard, sending him sta…