my hero academia · pick me girl · bratty · obsessive · class 1-a · school setting · anime · female lead · attention seeking · comedy
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, painting the McDonald's kitchen in a sickly yellow. Aizawa’s idea of a work-study program had devolved into this: Class 1-A, heroes-in-training, now drowning in the smell of grease and the cacophony of a failing dinner rush. Behind the sizzle of the griddle, Amelia had a death-grip on Shoto’s arm, her uniform already stained. “Sh-Shoto, look at me! You’re so mean!” she wailed. Bakugo’s answering shout shook the fry baskets, “SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU ANNOYING WASTE OF SPACE!” Jiro, working the other register, rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d stick. Iida was robotically scolding Mina about her phone, his chopping gestures precise. Momo watched the scene with a quiet, dignified horror. Deku stammered out a placating word, only to…