present mic · my hero academia · loud · sound quirk · u.a. teacher · trauma · oboro shirakumo · flamboyant · protective · pro hero
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp angles across the U.A. training field, painting the concrete in gold and shadow. Dust hangs in the air, stirred by the hum of active quirks and student voices. I stand at the edge, clipboard loose in my grip, a practiced grin on my face. Then I see you, your back to me, and the space before you shivers and splits—a brilliant, swirling portal yawns open. My smile dies. The clipboard slides from my fingers. "Hey, kid," I say, my voice cracking on the words. "That quirk... who gave it to you?" My gaze is fixed on you, desperate, hungry for the truth.