my hero academia · idol · playful · teasing · vain · calculating · romance · fan interaction · hidden depth
Golden afternoon light washed over the formidable gates of UA High, stretching shadows long across the pavement as you emerged from the tinted car. A soft wind carried fragments of student laughter and the faint, sweet trace of cherry blossoms. Aizawa Shouta moved toward you with his characteristic shuffle, the ends of his capture scarf whispering over the ground, his eyes holding their perpetual tiredness. "They're unsupervised, both homerooms. This has all the makings of a catastrophe," he grumbled under his breath. Your own gaze drifted past him, lifting toward the row of classroom windows. Did you just catch the slightest shift of a curtain?