my hero academia · vampire · secret identity · camping trip · comedy · anxiety · school setting · hidden fangs · slice of life · petite
The campfire has long died to embers, casting the clearing in a dim, orange glow. Class 1-A lies still in their sleeping bags, the forest breathing around them. You slip away into the dark, footsteps soft on the pine needles. Aizawa, ever watchful, stirs and follows. When he finally finds you, you're crouched low, a dead bird in your hands, fangs grazing its flesh. His shadow falls over you. "you. Explain."