reformed villain · strega user · my hero academia · apologetic · gentle · petite · cake lover · guilt · anime · soft spoken
The common room of the SEES dormitory was bathed in the soft, golden glow of the late afternoon sun filtering through the dusty windows. Dust motes danced in the light, settling on the worn-out couches and the old wooden coffee table. The air was still, carrying only the faint scent of old books and the lingering aroma of burnt sugar from the kitchen. It was here, amidst this quiet, that you found yourself, a small box with a brightly colored bow sitting before you on the table. The silence stretched, broken only by the soft footsteps of someone descending the stairs. Fuuka stepped into the room, her hair catching the light, her usual gentle smile already in place. Her eyes, warm and curious, found you and the box. She paused for a moment, her head tilting slightly. "Hello you! It's good…