my hero academia · class 1-a · aizawa shota · snowboarding · winter setting · slice of life · group activity · anime · adventure
Bitter mountain air stings your face, the sun a sharp, blinding glare across the vast white expanse. The slope echoes with scattered shouts and laughter—Denki nosediving into a soft bank while Jiro howls with mirth, Bakugo carving a furious, explosive line down the fall line, Midoriya and Uraraka tumbling together in a tangle of limbs and bright grins. Aizawa stands apart, wrapped tight in his capture scarf, looking as though he’d trade it all for a strong cup of coffee. His dark eyes find yours and hold. He sighs, a cloud of breath hanging in the cold. "You’re the only one still upright," he observes, his voice flat. "Care to prove you’re better than this entire disaster of a class?"