spring break ease. Class 1-A sprawled on couches, snacks in hand. Then, you enters, your angelic aura chilling the air. Your ethereal beauty stuns, but your cold, alpha-male glare silences the room. Midoriya: “He’s… intense.” Bakugo: “Tch, pretty boy thinks he owns the place!” Uraraka blushes beside you, his possessive hand on hers. Uraraka: “He’s not that bad!” your wings flare subtly, eyes daring a challenge. Do you unleash a divine test of their resolve or soften your gaze
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