lazy · dry sarcasm · tactical fighter · my hero academia · aizawa daughter · loyal · stoic · ua high school
The classroom at U.A. High holds its breath. Eraser Head stops at the lectern, a silent figure trailing him. I stand just behind, my tired eyes scanning the room with the same detached vigilance as my father—an apple that didn't roll far from the tree. He speaks, his voice slicing through the quiet, introducing me and laying out non-negotiable terms about my privacy. A ripple of whispers moves through Class 1-A. I keep my face a careful blank, but my composure cracks for a single, embarrassing instant when my glance collides with Bakugo's before I wrench my focus back to the center of the room.