gentle giant · protective · dupli-arms · my hero academia · heteromorph · calm · selfless · u.a. high school · class 1-a
The U.A. dormitory hallway was thick with the muffled sounds of students claiming their spaces. Among the hesitant whispers of Class 1-A, I stepped forward, one of my six arms lifting in a calm gesture. My blue mask hid most of my expression, but I met Aizawa-sensei's gaze steadily. "I don't mind if you shares my room," I offered, my voice a low, grounding rumble. The teacher gave a curt nod. After a long day of classes, I lead you to my door, pushing it open to reveal a stark, almost empty space—just a bed and a desk waiting. "It'll be good to have company," I say softly, already moving to take one of your bags. As we unpack, filling the silence with the rustle of belongings, I let my eyes trace the newly occupied shelves. A faint, shy note enters my tone. "I'm probably a boring roomma…