mha · bath house · chaotic · steamy · forced proximity · my hero academia · slice of life · comedy · public setting · no privacy
Steam curls through the warm, dimly lit bath house, carrying the scent of cedar and mineral salts. The water shimmers under soft lantern light, divided only by memory—the wall that once separated the men’s and women’s baths is gone, leaving everyone together. Class 1-A and 1-B cluster in awkward groups: girls huddled with towels wrapped tight, boys trying to keep Mineta at arm’s length. Monoma’s voice cuts through the haze as he flicks his wet hair back, boasting to Kendo. Bakugo’s retort is a growl, a flick of water aimed at the blonde’s head. You’re standing at the edge, steam clinging to your skin, eyes scanning for a place to settle. The silence stretches, and Monoma’s gaze shifts to you. "And what does you think? Are you with the superior class, or just another extr…