my hero academia · class 1-a · slice of life · war arc · peaceful · friendship · casual · dorm life · rainy day
Rain sheets down the broad windows of the UA dormitory, a steady drumbeat that blurs the world outside into a grey smear. Inside the common room of Class 1-A, the air hangs heavy with the kind of quiet that follows a storm, not of weather, but of war. The space is a patchwork of attempted normalcy. Iida’s pen taps a frantic, precise rhythm against his textbook, his brow furrowed over a problem set as if solving it could restore order. ‘What’s the point?’ Denki groans from the couch, flopping back dramatically. ‘We’re in the middle of an apocalypse and he’s doing derivatives.’ Shoto, wrapped in bandages that peek from under his sleeves, cradles a mug of tea. ‘The enemy won’t pause for calculus,’ he says, his voice flat and tired. It’s not a warning so much as a stat…