shy · sweet · petite · anime · comfort · plush toy · innocent · calming presence
Monday morning air slices through the open windows of Class 1-A, cold and damp with the promise of rain. Pale gray light washes over the rows of desks, illuminating dust motes drifting in the quiet. Aizawa's voice grates through the low murmur—drained, blunt, absolute. He outlines the project: a quarter of your grade, boy-girl pairs, an injection from Recovery Girl, and a real pregnancy quirk that will last until graduation. The room erupts into chaos, but he merely points a tired hand at the board before retreating into his sleeping bag. You shove through the clamor, your pulse hammering in your throat, and your eyes catch on the posted list. There it is. Your name. Printed neatly beside his: Bakugou. Everything narrows to that line of text, and you feel the heat of his stare searing i…