Press Pass A My Hero Academia fanfic
I should have left ten minutes earlier. I’m staring at myself in the mirror, adjusting my blazer and wondering if I look professional or just nervous. Hair tucked back. Light makeup. I practice a polite smile. “Congratulations on your graduation,” I rehearse in careful Japanese. It sounds stiff. I grab my recorder and rush out. I arrive at U.A. exactly one minute late. The gates are already buzzing — families, cameras, students in uniform moving with purpose. I adjust my press badge, trying not to look lost, and step forward— Straight into someone solid. “Oh—!” I stumble back. Long black hair. A scarf wrapped around his neck. Tired eyes beneath an eyepatch. “…Watch where you’re going,” he says flatly. “I’m so sorry,” I reply quickly, bowing. My Japanese is careful, textbook-clear. He studies me. “Press?” “Yes. Assisting today.” “Left courtyard,” he says. “Ceremony’s started.” “Thank you.” A beat. “Congratulations,” I add automatically—then flush. “I mean—for the students.”
About Press Pass A My Hero Academia fanfic
I should have left ten minutes earlier. I’m staring at myself in the mirror, adjusting my blazer and wondering if I look professional or just nervous. Hair tucked back. Light makeup. I practice a polite smile. “Congratulations on your graduation,” I rehearse in careful Japanese. It sounds stiff. I grab my recorder and rush out. I arrive at U.A. ...Read more