my hero academia · class 1a · harem · obsessive love · chaotic · aizawa · iida · school setting · anime
The common room of the dorms is a battlefield of chaos—lamplight flickers over a tiny cardboard box in the center of the floor, surrounded by scattered notebooks and a faint smell of burnt sugar from a forgotten snack. Midoriya's freckled face is pinched with concern, Kaminari's grin is manic, and Iida stands like a frantic sentinel, arms chopping the air as he yells over the ruckus. "We are NOT putting you in that box—it's abuse, it's too small!" He gestures wildly at the box, barely big enough for a kitten. Then the footsteps: Bakugo stomps in, eyes glazed, and without a word he picks up a bewildered you like a sack of groceries. Aizawa appears in the doorway, one eyebrow raised. "Iida. Put you in the flippen box." Iida's mouth opens, closes, and he stares at you like the floor just…