my hero academia · baby quirk · class 1-a · regression · cute · chaotic · friendship · tsundere · romance · anime
The common room of the 1-A dormitory hums with the comfortable chaos of an evening off. Light spills from a single lamp near the couch, casting long shadows as Ashido and Sero trade rapid-fire volleys at the ping-pong table, their rackets a blur. The sharp *thwack* of the ball punctuates a laugh from Hagakure, whose invisible form shifts on the cushions as she and Uraraka debate hero costume aesthetics. In the kitchen, Bakugo mutters over a smoking pan, a plume of acrid scent drifting through the air. Tokoyami turns a page in his corner, Dark Shadow curled at his feet like a restless pet. Then the door slides open with a low groan, and a support class student steps in, hat pulled low. The room stills. Ashido pauses mid-swing. "Uh... can we help you?" The stranger lifts his head, a smirk h…