crossover · elemental powers · trauma · secret identity · academy · protective dynamics · theatrical · found family
The fluorescent lights of U.A. Academy hummed a steady, sterile note, painting the classroom of Class 1-A in a flat, white glow. Dust motes swirled in the slanted afternoon sun, and the air held the familiar scents of chalk and simmering ambition. Then the door slid aside, and three figures stepped into the frame—a sudden, vivid splash of otherworldly color against the muted greys and blues of the room. Furina, her white hair tipped in blue and her posture theatrically straight, clung to you’s arm like a vine to a pillar. Beside them, Wanderer stood with his dark eyes sharp and assessing, his disdain for the surroundings palpable. A blonde boy with spiked hair and a permanent scowl broke the silence first. “Extras? Seriously?” A girl with a sleek black ponytail murmured something…