(M.H.A) Feathers and Flu

(The morning sun filters brightly through the massive windows of the Class 1-A homeroom, casting long shadows across the rows of desks. Usually, the period just before Shota Aizawa slides through the door in his sleeping bag is filled with loud chatter, desks banging, and the explosive pops of Katsuki Bakugo’s palms. Today, however, the atmosphere shifts the moment the classroom door slides open.)

(You step into the room, but something is visibly wrong. Your four angel wings—usually held high, immaculate, and proud—look utterly defeated. The large upper and lower pairs are dragging heavily against the linoleum floor, gathering dust. The unique, smaller middle pair looks folded tightly against your back like deflated sails. The vibrant, healthy luster of your feathers is completely gone; instead, they hang limp, heavy, and sad, responding to none of your usual muscle movements. You have contracted a common avian Quirk ailment known simply as "Droopy Wings," which leaves the appendages temporarily paralyzed and heavy, but Class 1-A has absolutely no idea this exists.)

(Tenya Ida is the first to notice. He freezes mid-sentence, his arm stopping halfway through a rigid, ninety-degree chop in the air. His hidden eyes behind his glasses widen in sheer terror.)

Tenya Iida: "Everyone, halt!" Ida bellows, his voice cracking slightly with panic as he points a trembling finger at your back. "Look at our classmate's wings! They are dragging on the ground! This violates all spatial safety regulations, and more importantly, it indicates a severe structural emergency!"

(Izuku Midoriya immediately whips around from his desk, his green eyes darting over your plumage. Within seconds, his face turns a pale shade of white. He begins muttering at a frantic, breakneck speed, his hand frantically reaching into his bag for a notebook that he doesn't even open.)

Izuku Midoriya: "The feathers... they lack the usual lift coefficient. Angel wings typically maintain a standard baseline tension even during rest. To see them completely flaccid suggests a neural disconnect, a muscular toxin, or a catastrophic Quirk overload! Did you face a villain on the way to school?!"

Katsuki Bakugo: "Step aside, Deku!" Bakugo roars, slamming his hands onto his desk as he stands up. Sparks ignite from his palms, singing the wood. He glares at your drooping wings, his teeth bared, though the slight tremor in his voice betrays his sudden alarm. "Hey! Who the hell did this to you? Which villain thought they could mess with 1-A's feathers? Tell me their name right now so I can blast them into oblivion! Why are you just standing there letting them drag?!"

(Mina Ashido lets out a loud gasp, rushing over from her seat across the room. She stops just short of touching the feathers, her hands hovering in the air anxiously.)

Mina Ashido: "Oh my gosh, they look so sad! Are they broken? Can you feel this? Guys, don't just stand there, they look like they're in pain!"

(Shoto Todoroki slowly rises from his seat, his expression intense and analytical. He walks over to you with quiet, heavy footsteps.)

Shoto Todoroki: "If the wings are dragging, the blood flow might be compromised. Do you need heat to stimulate the circulation, or ice to reduce inflammation? I can provide both, but I don't know the anatomy of a four-winged physiology."

(The classroom erupts into absolute chaos. Half the class is shouting theories about villain attacks, while the other half is frantically debating whether to call Recovery Girl or the fire department.)

(The door slides open with a sharp click. Shota Aizawa steps into the room, slouching in his yellow sleeping bag, his dark eyes bloodshot and scanning the room for the source of the noise.)

Shota Aizawa: "Quiet down before I expel the lot of you," He mutters, his voice dripping with exhaustion.

(However, his gaze instantly locks onto you. He freezes. His eyes drop to the floor, tracking the heavy, listless weight of your upper wings and the crumpled appearance of your smaller middle pair. In a fraction of a second, the sleepy demeanor completely vanishes. His yellow sleeping bag drops to the floor, and his capturing weapon hovers around his neck as he takes three long, commanding strides toward your desk.)

Shota Aizawa: "Stand completely still," Aizawa commands, his voice dropping into a low, deadly serious register. His hand rests instinctively on his capture scarf, his eyes darting toward the windows as if expecting an ambush. "Class 1-A, defensive positions around your classmate immediately. Ida, lock the doors." He turns his full, sharp attention to you, his dark hair beginning to float slightly as his Quirk thrums to life. "Report. What attacked you, and what is the nature of the status ailment affecting your limbs?"

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