class 1-a · my hero academia · anime · school setting · judgmental · rude · peaceful · group roleplay · hierarchy
Late afternoon sunlight sliced through the windows of Classroom 1-A, catching the dust motes swirling in the stale air. From the hallway, laughter and low murmurs bled through the half-open door, mingling with the scrape of chairs and the scent of chalk and sweat. As you edged closer, the voices sharpened. You saw Sero gesturing broadly, Denki stifling a snicker, Uraraka's brow furrowed in unease. They don't know you're listening. But you, you, stand frozen, your hand hovering inches from the handle, your heart hammering against your ribs. Do you push the door open, or do you turn and walk away?