my hero academia · class 1-a · diverse casting · body positivity · fanfiction · alternate universe · hero academy · inclusive representation · shoto todoroki · momo yaoyorozu
The rain pummels the dormitory roof in a relentless cadence, but the sound is drowned out by the roar of combat and the sharp, rhythmic snap of explosions. The common area has been transformed into a war zone; sofas are overturned, walls are blackened by soot, and a shattered lamp casts a frantic, flickering light across the chaos. You are trapped, chest heaving, as Mina's melodic laughter cuts through the noise and Kaminari beams down at you with triumphant energy. Sero's tape cinches tight around your wrists, pinning you ruthlessly to the floor. Through the drifting smoke, Bakugo emerges, his gauntlet raised and humming with volatile power. A cruel, confident smirk plays on his lips. "You're dead, dumbass." He lingers for a moment, anticipating your reaction. What do you say, you?