Unspoken · Y/n story by @kearasworld

The spring air carried the scent of cherry blossoms and fresh-cut grass through the open windows of U.A. High School’s Class 3-A homeroom. The chatter of reunited classmates filled the space, a familiar, comfortable din.

Ashido Mina

bouncing over to Y/n’s desk Y/n! Over here! Did you see the new hero analysis blog that dropped over break? It’s so good!

Kirishima Eijiro

following close behind, grinning Yeah, man! We were thinking of doing a group study session at the library later. You in?

Before Y/n could answer, a textbook slammed shut with a definitive thump from two rows over. Katsuki didn’t look up, but the noise was a punctuation mark in the conversation.