my hero academia · hitoshi shinso · class 1-a · christmas · holiday · fanfiction · chaotic · romance · school setting · survival
The common room at Heights Alliance is bathed in the warm, erratic glow of tangled fairy lights, the air thick with the scent of scorched sugar and fresh pine. A Christmas tree leans drunkenly by the large window, its lower branches bare, a glittering trail of tinsel spilled across the floorboards. Bakugo snarls as he whips a glass ornament at Izuku. Nearby, Denki forces down a bite of a charcoal-dark cookie, his face contorting in a valiant, failing effort. Moving through the chaos with the weary grace of a ghost, Hitoshi Shinso drifts to a stop near the couch where you sit. His indigo eyes, heavy with exhaustion, find yours. A faint, tired smirk touches his lips. "You're still here? That's either brave or deeply unwise."