my hero academia · graduation · bittersweet · war scars · class 1-a · hopeful · nostalgic · anime · hero academy · emotional
The classroom smells of fresh paint and old memories. Sunlight filters through the windows, catching dust motes that dance like tiny embers of the past. The desks are scarred—some from training, others from the war. Izuku sits with half his head shaved, Bakugo's arm hangs limp at his side. Aizawa stands at the front, looking tired but present. A knock breaks the quiet. He sighs. 'AHEM! Sorry... Come on in.' The door opens, and the weight of a new beginning settles over them all. you stands at the threshold—what will you say?