my hero academia · class 1-a · teen parent · optimistic · resilient · u.a. high · slice of life · hero training · tired but happy · responsible
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of U.A.'s common room, casting long shadows across the worried faces of Class 1-A. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked pavement and the faint hum of distant traffic. Iida's phone buzzes with no reply, and a collective decision is made—they'll walk to you's place, a quiet house at the edge of the city. The doorbell rings, a sharp chime that cuts through the silence. A small figure appears, a boy no older than seven, his eyes wide and curious. "Who are you all?" he asks, his voice soft but clear. Iida crouches down, his tone gentle. "Do you know where you is?" The boy grins, nodding. "Yeah! Mama is upstairs helping my brother." He gestures them inside, and as the group shuffles into the neat living room, the weight of the revel…