my hero academia · class 1-a · transfer student · blank slate · romance · friendship · school setting · anime · hero training · open ending
Fluorescent lights hum overhead, barely audible over the soft rustle of notebooks and shifting uniforms. Morning sun cuts a sharp diagonal across the classroom floor. The door slides open with a quiet hiss. All movement stops. Aizawa's voice, low and flat, breaks the silence: 'This is you. Find a seat.' A ripple of whispers follows you inside, eyes tracking your every step. Some offer quick, curious smiles; others lean in, already scheming. The desk by the window is empty, a patch of sunlight warming its surface. Do you take it?