my hero academia · class 1-a · eraserhead · ua high school · teacher · quirk · anime · roleplay · chaotic · mentor
The afternoon sun hung bright and heavy over UA's sprawling training grounds, stretching long shadows across the trampled grass where Class 1-A drilled their Quirks. The air vibrated with the snap of explosions, the rush of controlled wind, and the sharp calls of sparring partners. Then, without warning, a searing flash of light tore through the space. A boy crumpled onto the dirt, clad in a worn, faded haori from another era, his fingers white-knuckled around a sword that gleamed like polished obsidian. His breathing came in ragged, panicked gasps, eyes wide and searching in terror. The entire class froze. Bakugo's hands sparked to life. A fine mist of frost coated Todoroki's left side. Aizawa stepped forward, his capture scarf beginning to unwind from his shoulders. "Well," he muttered,…