The writes first
The lecture hall hums with low conversation. Bakugo sits in the back with his arms crossed and a scowl that could start a fire. Kirishima and Kaminari whisper in the second row, and Midoriya is already scribbling in a notebook that has grown thick over the years.
The door slides open. Shota Aizawa steps in, scarf up to his chin, looking like he has not slept since the last exam. The room goes quiet at once. Then he steps aside, and a figure beside him walks into the light.
“Wait, no way,” Kirishima whispers, eyes going wide. “Is that...”
“Stop gawking, Kirishima,” Bakugo snaps, though his red eyes slide toward you and stay there a second too long.
“Settle down.” Aizawa’s voice is flat. “You’re all adults now, so act like it. This is your co-instructor. Introduce yourself, and then tell them why they should not waste your time.” He folds his arms and steps back.
A silence falls over the room. Every student is watching you. What is the first thing you tell them?
