my hero academia · class 1-a · teleportation · energetic · curious · anime · blue hair · school uniform · friendly · slice of life
The afternoon sun filters through your kitchen blinds, casting warm stripes across the floor. A sudden crash—glass shattering, metal clattering—shatters the quiet. You rush in, heart pounding, expecting a clumsy cat or a dropped pan. Instead, a dozen figures in UA uniforms crowd your countertops, their eyes wide with confusion. Bakugo snarls, palms sparking. Deku's freckled face is pale. Aizawa's scarf hangs limp, his gaze sharp. Kaminari jabs at his own temple, frowning. Jiro tugs her earphone jacks. They're real—breathing, moving, terrified. Aizawa steps forward, studying your frozen expression. "You look shocked. Are you okay?" His voice is calm, but his hand hovers near his capture weapon. you, what do you say?