𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐒: bnha x atla

⌞𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋⌝

𝐓𝐇𝐑 𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 &
𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 afternoon, and the common room of the Class 1A dormitory buzzed with an unusual tension. Every pair of eyes seemed to be drawn irresistibly to Iluliaq, who lounged with the grace of a predator at rest. He ate his lunch with an elegance that made even the simplest movements look like a well-rehearsed dance, all while barely glancing at the television screen in front of him.

His long, waist-length white hair cascaded over his shoulders, contrasting sharply with the dark fabric of the couch. His ice-blue eyes, cold and distant, only made his already divine features even more striking. It wasn't just his looks that captivated them—it was his entire demeanor. He sat there, detached and indifferent, as if the world and its inhabitants were mere fleeting distractions to his existence.

Whispers and stolen glances passed among the students. They were mesmerized, caught in the gravitational pull of his presence.

"Man, he's so majestic." Kirishima muttered, not taking his eyes off Iluliaq.

Mina sighed dreamily beside him. "I can't decide if I want to be him or be with him."

"Pretty sure he could get away with murder in broad daylight." Kaminari added, shaking his head in disbelief. "All he has to do is flutter hush lashes and walk free."

"Pretty privilege." Jirou agreed, her gaze never wavering. "He's got it in spades."

Unbeknownst to Iluliaq, he had an unofficial fan club that spanned U.A. students, civilians, vigilantes, heroes, and even villains, all fascinated by his abilities and appearance. Most of Class 1A were members, though they would never admit it openly.

Bakugo, unable to stand the idolization any longer, stomped over to Iluliaq, determination burning in his eyes. The rest of the class watched with bated breath, anticipating the clash.

"Oi, Snow White!" Bakugo barked, his voice echoing through the room. "You think you're too good for everyone else, huh?"

Iluliaq slowly turned his head, his expression one of utter boredom. "Your incessant barking is as tiresome as it is predictable. Do you not have anything better to do than to prance about like a rabid animal?"

Bakugo's hands crackled with explosive energy. "You wanna go, pretty boy? I'll wipe that smug look off your face!"

Iluliaq sighed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, how enchanting. Another display of your barbaric tendencies. Truly, you are the epitome of sophistication."

To the onlookers, it appeared less a confrontation and more like someone aggressively trying to flirt with their crush.

"Is it just me, or does this look like Bakugo's way of flirting?" Mina whispered, stifling a giggle.

"Totally." Kaminari snickered. "It's like watching a rom-com."

Bakugo's face turned red with a mix of rage and embarrassment. "Shut up! I'm not flirting!"

Iluliaq arched an elegant eyebrow. "If this is your idea of courtship, I fear for the future of romance."

"Damn, he's good." Sero murmured, impressed despite himself.

Bakugo lunged forward, but Iluliaq remained seated, casually lifting a hand. Instantly, the temperature in the room plummeted, frost creeping across the floor and up Bakugo's legs, freezing him in place.