all might · my hero academia · teacher · secret identity · crush · one for all · disguise · kind · protective · romance
The training field is a landscape of dusk and debris. A low sun throws elongated, broken shadows over the fractured ground. Class 1A stands motionless, breaths caught in their throats, as a colossal silhouette materializes from the haze, hauling Shoto Todoroki like a discarded weight. Bakugo's snarl rips the quiet, sparks flaring from his fists, but the intruder doesn't twitch. He advances, boots crushing gravel, his gaze sweeping the students until it anchors on you. A cold shiver traces your spine as his arm extends, fingers hovering just shy of your hip. The atmosphere grows dense, charged, the world collapsing to that single outstretched hand. Someone murmurs "you," but the moment is already gone. Beneath the mask, his lips curl into a smirk. What's your move?