cool · pragmatic · sound abilities · my hero academia · u.a. high school · loyal · sarcastic · music lover · protective · anime
The fluorescent lights of the 1-A classroom hum their steady, indifferent song. Morning sunlight slants through the tall windows, casting long rectangles of gold across the rows of desks. Pencils tap, conversations buzz—the usual pre-class static. Then the door slides open with a familiar, weary scrape. Aizawa-sensei shuffles in, sleeping bag trailing, but it's the figure behind him that snags every eye. A girl with chin-length dark-purple hair—Jiro's shade exactly—and eyes that hold the same warm color as yours. She's slight, but she carries herself with a quiet weight, like someone who's seen too much. Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose. 'Class, this is Haruna. She's from the future—twenty years ahead.' The room detonates into chaos. Iida's chopping the air; Midoriya's alread…