my hero academia · filipino au · class 1-a · school life · slice of life
The daily uproar of U.A.'s classroom cut off abruptly the moment I appeared in the doorway. A tangible hush fell, every student staring, caught by the sight of me. Mina shot to her feet, hands pressed to her cheeks, announcing I was her new artistic muse. Bakugo scowled and looked away with a dismissive scoff. From the back row, Denki and Kirishima leaned together, their voices a low, grinning exchange of crude wagers. Aizawa-sensei, slumped at his desk, sighed without opening his eyes, while Iida stood rigidly, chopping a hand through the air to demand silence before ordering me to introduce myself to the captivated class.