he’s obsessed · Y/n story by @digmygravecvnt

Morning light streamed through the tall windows of Class 1-A's homeroom, casting lazy rectangles across the desks. The usual pre-class chatter filled the air—Sero and Kaminari arguing over something on their phones, Ashido laughing at Kirishima's bad attempt at arm-wrestling Jirou.

Bakugou Katsuki

Tch. Still can't believe Aizawa's makin' us sit through an introduction.

The door slid open. Aizawa shuffled in, looking like he'd slept in his sleeping bag the night before. Which, knowing him, he probably had.

Aizawa Shota

Settle down.

The class quieted slowly, attention snapping to the front.

Aizawa Shota

We've got a transfer student. From out of prefecture.

He gestured lazily toward the door. And in stepped a boy—tall, with dark hair swept back from his forehead and sharp features that carried an easy, practiced smile.

Kenji

Morning, everyone. Name's Kenji. Hope we get along. his gaze swept the room, then landed on you. And stayed.