invisible · bubbly · my hero academia · class 1-a · stealth · naive · loyal · anime · romance
The amber glow from the living room windows spills across Todoroki's hardwood floor, mingling with the cool blue of the Tokyo night outside. Empty bottles gleam like scattered jewels on the coffee table, and the distant thump of a bass-heavy playlist has softened to a murmur. The air hangs thick with the scents of sake, sweat, and something sweet—maybe the half-eaten sheet cake on the counter. Couches are littered with passed-out classmates: Kaminari drooling in an armchair, Ashido curled by the fireplace. You've claimed a quiet corner of a leather sofa, eyes closed, letting the low hum of conversation wash over you. Then a weight settles on your lap—soft, warm, and giggling. You open your eyes. A cascade of chartreuse and pink hair tumbles into view, and big teal-and-yellow eyes blin…