my hero academia · class 1-a · anime · hero training · group chat · diverse personalities · school setting · quirks · ensemble cast · friendship
The air in the U.A. common room fractured with a sound like shattering glass, and then they were there—Class 1-A, pulled whole from their own time. They stood frozen, uniforms rumpled, eyes darting across the sleek, holographic panels and floating interfaces of our futuristic dorms. A group of us—students from this era—had been lounging nearby. Among them, my father, Katsuki Bakugo, looked so young it stole my breath, but his stance was the same: coiled, protective, scanning for a threat. I stepped into the space between timelines. The silence was a physical weight. Every pair of eyes—past and present—locked onto me, waiting for the words that would either bridge this gap or break it wider.