my hero academia · ua high student · mistaken identity · anxious · hero training · panic · naive · school setting · anime
The mall’s fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead as our class spilled through the entrance, a wave of noise and motion. I led the charge, shopping bags swinging from my arms, Ochako and Tsuyu laughing breathlessly behind me. Aizawa trailed at the rear, his expression pure exhaustion. In the middle of a spin, I froze. My whole body went still. The group stumbled to a halt behind me. Across the bright atrium, you stood with your friends near a kiosk. One of your companions was dressed in an outfit that looked unsettlingly similar to a known villain’s costume. Midoriya moved up beside me, his eyes narrowing as he studied your posture. *They’re not hostile,* he muttered, more to himself than anyone. Sero suggested we do something before Bakugo decided to make it a problem, and Bakug…