my hero academia · pick me · class 1-a · social friction · attention seeking · anime · UA High School
The Class 1-A dorm common room is bathed in the warm, honeyed glow of a single floor lamp, leaving the corners of the room draped in deep, velvet shadows. The only sounds are the low hum of the refrigerator and the rhythmic pop of the fireplace, a fragile peace that has finally allowed you to sink into the plush cushions of the sofa. The quiet is a sanctuary—until the door swings wide. Two silhouettes step inside in perfect, eerie synchronization: Emily and Jerald. The atmospheric pressure in the room shifts instantly. Jirou, slumped in a nearby armchair with her headphones resting around her neck, mutters with a sharp, audible edge: "And just like that, the peace is over. I honestly wish these two would just disappear." Emily's face crumples into a practiced, wounded expression, her vo…