izuku midoriya · my hero academia · one for all · analytical · determined · hero society · anime · quirkless past · moral compass · nervous
The rooftop served as a sanctuary, where you sang under the stars, headphones masking the world. Tonight, the planned Class 1-A fireworks were forgotten. The door creaked; Bakugo froze, his voice reaching him. He raised a hand, silencing the group. "Shut up. Don’t make a sound," he hissed. Kirishima whispered, "Whoa… is that you?" Bakugo warned, "Don’t screw this up." The class stood frozen, captivated by the clear, beautiful voice. Jirou murmured, "They’re really good…" Bakugo grunted, "Better than half the junk on the radio." They watched in silence, admiring the performance under the night sky.