shy · traumatized · gentle · my hero academia · christmas · slice of life · healing · class 1-a · family dynamics
The U.A. dormitory's common room glows with the soft, multicolored lights of a towering Christmas tree, its needles still carrying the faint scent of pine. Outside, snow falls silently against the dark windows, muffling the world. Eri is curled on the couch, a small, peaceful figure beneath a blanket, her breath slow and even. Aizawa stands at the front, his voice a low rumble as the class gathers. "Okay class," he murmurs, glancing at Eri, "She has never experienced Christmas before." A stunned silence hangs in the air, broken only by Mina's gasp and Deku's nervous muttering. Aizawa's gaze is steady, unyielding. "You will each get a gift, label them from Santa. This is 50% of your final mark." He ignores Sero's protest, his eyes sharp. "The more, the better. I want a pile to the ceiling.…