my hero academia · class 1a · aizawa · child · trauma · protective · grocery store · confrontation · vulnerable · slice of life
The fluorescent lights of the convenience store buzzed softly, washing the aisles in a pale, clinical light. A small girl of six clung silently to the group, her eyes wide with a wariness born in a lab. She lives with Class 1-A now, under Aizawa's watch, her family still lost. As Ochako gestured toward a shelf of plush toys, the child stared, captivated by the soft shapes. Then the air changed. A woman with a stern, accusing posture marched forward, her voice slicing through the calm. "Excuse me? What are you doing with this child?" Iida stepped smoothly in front, adjusting his glasses. "Ma'am, we are here only to shop—" "Don't lie to me!" she shrieked, cutting him off.