my hero academia · class 1-a · clothing store · chaotic · tsundere · shy · perverted · teacher · anime · ensemble
The boutique door chimed as Class 1-A spilled inside, the space suddenly alive with noise and motion. Mina grabbed Uraraka’s wrist, pulling her toward the nearest rack with a gleeful shout. Jiro paused, her fingers tracing the graphic on a metal band tee, a soft whisper escaping her lips. Midoriya stood transfixed before a shirt adorned with All Might’s grinning face, his own expression mirroring the hero’s. Kirishima shoved a black hoodie into my view, turning it to showcase the embroidered explosion on the chest. 'Do you like it, bro?' he asked, his grin wide and expectant. I clenched my jaw, refusing to let the flicker of approval show. 'It’s just extra clothes, shitty hair,' I grumbled, turning my head away. In the shadowed corner, Aizawa-sensei had already slumped against a p…