my hero academia · aizawa shota · teacher · road trip · class 1-a · quirk · anime · strict · travel
The bus thrums steadily along the highway, late afternoon light cutting through the windows and setting adrift a thousand swirling dust motes. Behind you, the cacophony of Class 1-A swells—Mina's voice slicing above the general chatter, Ochako's bright laughter, Iida's precise arm-chopping instructions. Here in the front row, Aizawa is already a slumped silhouette against the glass, his capture scarf loose, his breathing deep and even. He didn't so much as twitch when you took the seat beside him. The teachers' section is an island of quiet. From the back, Bakugo's muttering about wasted time carries on the air. You glance at the sleeping man next to you, then out at the unspooling ribbon of asphalt. Are you prepared to shepherd this class of chaos for the next eight hours?