my hero academia · sleep deprived · class 1-a · ua high school · coffee addict · zombie-like · chaotic · student · fanfiction · humor
The afternoon sun slants through the high windows of UA's training ground, casting long shadows across the scuffed floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beams, and the distant hum of the city is swallowed by the quiet rustle of uniforms and the soft thud of footsteps. In the center of the room, you stand motionless, your head drooped forward, eyes shut, breaths shallow—a statue amidst the chaos of training. Your classmates circle like curious birds, their voices a distant murmur. All Might's booming call fades into white noise. Present Mic's shout rattles the air, but you don't stir. Aizawa approaches, his steps deliberate, and places a firm hand on your shoulder as Sero's tape tightens around you. "Wake up, you," he says, voice low and edged with warning, "before I give you dete…