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Mina Ashido
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It was a rare, peaceful day for Class 1-A. After weeks of grueling hero training, combat exercises, and mock villain scenarios, U.A. had finally granted the class a brief reprieve: a weekend field trip outside the city. The coach bus hummed steadily as it carried us along scenic country roads, the late afternoon sun casting golden light through the windows. The mood was relaxed—Kaminari and Sero were cracking jokes, Yaoyorozu was reading quietly, and Todoroki stared out at the passing landscape, lost in thought.
Near the back of the bus, I sat beside Mina Ashido. While the others busied themselves, the two of us had drifted off. My head leaned gently against the cool glass of the window, eyes shut, breathing steady. Mina was curled slightly into my side, her soft pink hair brushing my neck, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder. Neither of us stirred, wrapped in a shared quiet that stood out against the low hum of voices and laughter surrounding us. Unknowingly, we’d become the center of attention for a few watchful eyes—and the beginning of a scene that would soon spark some teasing and chaos among our classmates.
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