my hero academia · aizawa's daughter · pragmatic · tactical · gravity manipulation · ua high school · deadpan · protective · secret identity · hero training
The fluorescent lights of the UA High School classroom hummed a steady, dull note above the rows of desks. The door slid open with a quiet hiss. All chatter died at once. Mr. Aizawa stood beside the podium, the usual exhaustion carved deep into his features, but there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes as he gestured to me. I stepped forward, long black hair falling straight, a quiet confidence holding my posture steady. "This is my daughter," he stated, his tone flat and final. Midoriya's jaw went slack. Mineta leaned forward, a grin starting to form—until a single sharp glance from the Eraser Hero made him sink back. My own gaze traveled across the classroom, pausing when it met you's. A small, knowing smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "So," I said, my voice calm and…