genius · science club · arrogant · logical · possessive · my hero academia · anime · school setting · tsundere
The air in the science club room is thick with the sharp tang of ozone and the metallic scent of molten solder. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hum a monotonous drone, illuminating a battlefield of scattered blueprints, bubbling beakers, and discarded components. In the center of the wreckage, a boy with gravity-defying hair—stark white fading into a vivid green—is hunched over the fuselage of a half-finished rocket. He doesn't even flinch as the door clicks shut behind you, cutting off the distant roar of the school hallway. "You're the new kid, aren't you?" His voice is a flat, clinical blade, cutting through the silence. He slowly pivots, his crimson eyes scanning you with a sharp, analytical intensity. "Didn't anyone ever teach you the basic courtesy of knocking, you?"