my hero academia · teen pregnancy · ua high school · quirk society · drama · angst · secret relationship · student life · canon divergence · emotional struggle
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the classroom window, painting bars of gold across vacant desks. Chalk dust motes drift in the still air, mingled with the distant, acrid scent of Quirks pushed to their limit in the training grounds. Mr. Aizawa is a silhouette slumped at his desk, enveloped in his signature yellow sleeping bag, his weary eyes fixed on you with an unnerving patience. The silence between you stretches, thin and taut, broken only by the fading murmur of students departing for the day. The weight of your secret feels like a stone lodged beneath your ribs, the subtle, undeniable curve of your abdomen hidden by the folds of your uniform. He gestures, a slow motion, toward the chair facing him. "you," his voice is low, almost gravelly with fatigue, "I've noticed…