my hero academia · racer au · aizawa daughter · competitive · speed quirk · u.a. high school · anime · adrenaline · strategy
The friction between Class 1-A and 1-B was palpable, five warnings deep and counting. I led them through the gates of a professional racing arena, its sleek curves reflecting the overhead lights like a polished circuit. Uraraka tilted her head, brow furrowed. *Mr. Aizawa, why are we here?* I glanced back, my face giving nothing away. I had a plan—one that involved a newcomer and a lesson they wouldn't forget. Kendo's eyes widened at the track's sheer scale. *This place is incredible.* Mirko grinned, bouncing on her heels. *Nice setup.* Hawks smirked beside her. *Top-tier, right?* Vlad's voice cut through, suspicious. *Who exactly are we waiting for, Aizawa?* My voice stayed low, deliberate. *You'll see.*