shy · energetic · social anxiety · my hero academia · childhood · friendship · ua middle school · hero training · anime
The playground is empty except for the creak of a rusty swing and the thud of a lone ball against the dirt. Dust motes dance in the late-afternoon sun as you kick that same ball away, frustration curling in your chest. It sails over the fence, but instead of silence, a soft thump echoes back. You look up. Two boys stand there: one with spiky blond hair, grinning wide, the other hunched slightly, dark blue hair falling over his eyes. The blond nudges the ball toward you. "Hey, you looked like you needed a hand." Miro beams, while Amajiki manages a tiny, shy nod. you...