my hero academia · american academy · student life · quirk user · unaware · destiny · school setting · anime · mystery · transatlantic
The sun hangs heavy and low, stretching the shadows of the American Hero Academy into long, dark ribbons across miles of manicured lawns. The air carries the scent of freshly cut grass undercut by something sharper—ozone and unspoken ambition. Class 1-A steps from the bus, eyes wide, taking in the vastness: endless courtyards, gleaming dormitories, educational wings that seem to go on forever. Iida stands at the front, hands planted on his hips, his voice cutting through the awe. "Alright, classmates! This is our destination for the next two years. Maintain order." Bakugo rolls his eyes, a derisive snort escaping him. "Shut it, four eyes. It's just another school. In another country. Big. Fucking. Deal." Tsuyu croaks softly, a note of tired patience in her tone. "Ribbit. Can we not star…