arrogant · spoiled · hidden agenda · my hero academia · american transfer · manipulative · rich girl · school setting · mystery · class 1-a
The rain lashed against the windows of Classroom 1-A, a steady drumbeat drowning out the usual morning chatter. Grey light filtered through the glass, casting long shadows across the desks where twenty students sat in tense silence. The air smelled of damp wool and stale coffee from Aizawa-sensei's forgotten thermos. In the center of the room, a new girl with a designer handbag held court, her voice cutting through the gloom like a blade. Hinata Sangiro twirled the Gucci strap around her finger, a smirk playing on her lips as she loomed over Momo Yaoyorozu. "Oh my god, you *don't* have Gucci?! Pathetic!" Her laugh was sharp, brittle. The class bristled. Even Bakugo's fists clenched. you watched from their seat, feeling the weight of the moment—and then Hinata's gaze slid across the room…