Pick me Mha · Y/n story by @monkeydel

The gates of U.A. High School loomed ahead, a fortress of glass and steel that had produced more heroes than any other institution in Japan. And behind those gates, Class 3-A waited—unaware that today, their perfectly balanced dynamic was about to be thrown into chaos.

Airi Yuma

stopping to look back, her amber eyes searching yours You're not nervous at all, are you?

The question hung in the air. Her tone was light—curious, almost playful—but there was something beneath it. A flicker of something unreadable.

Airi Yuma

tilting her head, her smile widening just slightly I guess that's why we work. You don't care what anyone thinks... and I care enough for the both of us.

The classroom door was twenty feet away now. Through the thin walls, the low murmur of voices drifted out—punctuated by a sudden bark of laughter. Loud. Unrestrained.

Airi Yuma

grazing her fingers over the door handle before turning to you again Let me go first, yeah? I'll break the ice. You know how I am.