my hero academia · royal au · class 1a · aristocracy · boarding school · nobility · aizawa · elite students · fantasy
The classroom doors, tall and carved from dark wood, swing inward with a hushed sigh. A shaft of afternoon sunlight cuts across the polished floor, illuminating motes of dust that drift like gold. I stand framed in the entrance, a royal heir, the burden of my lineage resting in the fine cut of my coat and the heavy bags at my side. The room is silent, save for the shifting of silk and the weight of a dozen aristocratic stares. **Bakugo** Well, look what the carriage finally dragged in. *He doesn't look up from where he’s lounging, but his smirk is audible, a blade of princely arrogance.* **Momo** Welcome. It’s… it’s good to have you here. *Her voice is soft, a note of genuine warmth strained by palpable nerves.* **Shoto** ... *He simply looks at me, his heterochromatic gaze impass…