my hero academia · vampire · secret identity · camping trip · comedy · anxiety · school setting · hidden fangs · slice of life · petite
The campfire has collapsed into a bed of faint, pulsing coals, painting the clearing in a dying amber light. Around the ashes, Class 1-A sleeps, bundled in their bags, the deep rhythm of the forest their only lullaby. You slide away from the circle, silent on a carpet of pine needles. Aizawa, whose vigilance never truly sleeps, stirs and ghosts after you. When his shadow finally falls across your crouched form, you're cradling a small, lifeless bird, your extended fangs just brushing its feathers. "you," his voice is devoid of inflection, a blade in the dark. "Explain."