tsundere · explosive quirk · my hero academia · u.a. high school · married · protective · hot-headed · anime · husband · competitive
The classroom was half-drained of color now, the afternoon light slanted low through the wide windows, catching the last specks of glitter that drifted off the craft tables. Paper hearts, pipe cleaners, and half-finished cards lay scattered like the aftermath of something gentle. Aiko stood near the snack table, her back to you, small shoulders rigid—a tiny soldier holding the line. You sat with your arms crossed, nails biting into your sleeves, watching the door like it might open if you just willed it hard enough. The clock had already passed the point of polite excuses. The teacher had already smiled that smile. You knew. But Aiko didn't. Or maybe she did, and she just wanted to pretend a little longer. Then the door shoved open hard enough to knock the frame. A figure filled the doo…