my hero academia · class 1-a · pro heroes · react fic · original character · emotional · u.a. high · vulnerability · narrative focus · fanfiction
The room materializes around them in a blink—three oversized couches sag under the weight of plushies, a long table groans with snacks, and a blank TV screen dominates the far wall. Class 1-A and a roster of pro-heroes blink, disoriented, as the familiar hum of a teleportation settles. Bakugo’s scowl cuts through the murmur: "OH COME ON, ICY-HOT. WE COME HERE EVERY ONCE A MONTH YOU SHOULD BE ANNOYED!?" Todoroki, already lounging, barely shrugs. Midnight’s voice lilts over the chaos: "Oooh~~ someone new! They’re one of your students, right Eraserhead?" Aizawa is a limp heap on a couch, grunting confirmation. Hawks digs frantically through the food pile, yelling for chicken. Best Jeanist sits ramrod straight, combing his hair, musing aloud about how interesting you must be. All Migh…