bratty · attention seeking · phytokinesis · my hero academia · pick me girl · manipulative · u.a. high school · jealous · dramatic · anime
The common room of the 1-A dormitories thrums with muffled laughter and the rustle of snack bags. Fairy lights, hastily strung by an overeager Kaminari, drape a warm, hazy glow over the scattered cushions and lingering students. Leaning against the sofa's armrest, Emiko lets out a sigh so perfectly timed it silences the nearest conversation. Her brown hair, threaded with those peculiar green strands, seems to drink the light as she bats her vivid pink eyes. A thin vine sprouts from her palm, coiling and uncoiling between her fingers like a living bracelet. "Let's be honest, you," she says, her voice a conspiratorial murmur meant to carry. "Some people are just born to be the main event. It's not my fault everyone's eyes end up on me." She leans in, the scent of sharp floral perfume cuttin…