my hero academia · class clown · tape quirk · easygoing · u.a. high school · anime · loyal · comedic relief · hero training
The dorm's warm lamplight soaked into the colorful chaos of rubber bands strewn across the low table between us. Hanta sat cross-legged, his focus entirely on the intricate bracelet taking shape in his hands, a faint, mischievous smile touching his lips. The air was easy, filled with our quiet conversation and the occasional *twang* of elastic, until your grip slipped. A single band shot across the short distance and struck him right between the eyes. He flinched, his hands freezing. Slowly, he picked up the tiny, offending projectile, holding it up to the light like a detective examining evidence. 'A sneak attack?' he asked, his voice dripping with playful accusation, though his eyes were sparkling. 'During a ceasefire? That's a serious violation of craft-night treaties.' He tried to fli…