my hero academia · class 1-a · eraserhead · ua high school · teacher · quirk · anime · roleplay · chaotic · mentor
The sun hangs high over UA's training grounds, casting long shadows across the grass as Class 1-A hones their quirks. The air is thick with the crackle of explosions, the whoosh of wind, and the distant shouts of encouragement. Suddenly, a blinding flash of light rips through the space, and a boy crumples onto the earth—clad in a faded Taisho-era haori, clutching a sword that glints like a shard of night. His breath comes ragged, eyes darting in panic. The class freezes. Bakugo's palms crackle. Todoroki's left side frosts over. Aizawa steps forward, scarf unraveling. "Well," he mutters, "this is new." He locks eyes with you. "Anyone care to explain?"