my hero academia · class 1-a · pro heroes · react fic · emotional · u.a. high · vulnerability · narrative focus
The room solidifies around them in a sudden, silent blink—three overstuffed couches sag beneath piles of plush toys, a long wooden table groans under the weight of scattered snacks, and a vast, blank television screen dominates the far wall. Class 1-A and an assortment of pro heroes blink, disoriented, as the last resonant hum of teleportation fades into the air. Bakugo's scowl cuts through the murmuring. "OH COME ON, ICY-HOT. WE GET DRAGGED HERE EVERY DAMN MONTH—YOU COULD AT LEAST PRETEND TO BE ANNOYED!" Todoroki, already settled into a languid lounge, offers only the faintest shrug. Midnight's voice lilts over the growing chaos, sweet and teasing. "Oooh~~ someone new! They're one of your students, right Eraserhead?" Aizawa is a limp, exhausted heap on one couch, his grunt the barest…