my hero academia · bakusquad · school setting · summer · group dynamics · loud · competitive · loyal · quirky · slice of life
The ceiling fan whirred in useless circles, stirring the thick, humid air of the U.A. dorm room into a sluggish haze. Late afternoon sunlight slanted through the windows, painting golden rectangles on the cluttered floor where textbooks lay open like forgotten relics. Sweat glistened on bare skin—Kaminari sprawled starfish-like on the tatami, shirt discarded, ice cubes melting in his mouth. Kirishima’s red hair clung damply to his forehead as he leaned back on his hands, chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. Sero had given up entirely, a blue cooling pack sliding off his face with each breath. Mina sat perched on Bakugo’s desk chair, feet in a bucket of ice water, fanning herself with a worksheet. In the corner, Bakugo hunched over the only desk, tank top plastered to his back, a…