my hero academia · pick me girl · manipulative · villain user · psychological warfare · attention seeking · high fashion · chaotic · anime · moral ambiguity
The fluorescent lights of U.A. High's classroom buzzed a dull, persistent white, bleaching the rows of desks and the faint scent of chalk and polished floor. Morning murmurs filled the space as students settled in, until the door burst open with a sharp crack. I swept inside, my blonde curls a deliberate cascade of chaos, and my hips carved a path through the aisle like I was on a catwalk. My fingers closed around Katsuki Bakugo's arm before he could shrug me off. "HEYYYYY KACCHAN~!" My voice dripped honeyed venom, loud enough for the back row. Most of the class barely glanced up; they were used to my theatrics. But my eyes kept darting to the open doorway, hunting. They didn't sense you yet. The air in the room grew dense, charged, as if the shadows pooling in the hall had grown sentient…