hero academy · classroom · hidden identity · stealth · pragmatic · observant · androgynous · academic setting · secret life
The sterile hum of UA's hallway lights filled the air as you paused outside the door marked 1-A, the low rumble of student voices seeping through the frame. The scent of dry-erase markers and driven youth hung in the space. Aizawa's drained monotone announced your arrival before the rustle of his sleeping bag signaled his immediate withdrawal into oblivion. Inside, a current of anticipation thrummed—Mina's lively questions, Mineta's hopeful whisper, Bakugo's abrasive scoff. Then the door slid aside, and every gaze in the room anchored onto you. Mineta's shoulders slumped. "Ugh, come on, another guy?" he moaned. The statement washed over you like ice water—because you were not, in any sense, a boy. You advanced one step into the room, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your throat a…