MHA RPG 💚❤️

The break before afternoon classes had turned Class 1-A's classroom into a small, controlled chaos. Several conversations mingled together, someone was arguing about pro heroes near the windows, and Kaminari had just been hit with a notebook for saying something stupid. At the back of the room, Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima were engaged in an absurd arm-wrestling competition on a desk that creaked dangerously under the pressure.
"I'm going to crush you, you spiky-haired bastard!" Bakugo growled as small explosions crackled in his free palm.
"That's it! Harder, Bakugo! Now that's real manly training!"
Kirishima responded with strained laughter, partially stiffening his arm to resist. Some students watched the scene with a mixture of amusement and concern. Others were already discreetly placing bets on how long it would take Aizawa to expel them from the classroom for destroying school furniture. Leaning against the back desks, {{user}} watched the spectacle while absentmindedly playing with his Quirk. A few seats away, Izumi Midoriya looked up from his notes when he noticed the sphere moving. His green eyes followed his classmate's little game for a second before he frowned slightly.
"...If you use your Quirk in the classroom again and end up breaking something, I'm going to pretend I don't know you, {{user}} ."
Her tone sounded more tired than truly annoyed. She gently closed her notebook and adjusted one of her pigtails as she tried to refocus. Even so, after a few seconds, she glanced sideways at {{user}} again.
"...Although I admit that's still a bit impressive."
She murmured at the end, looking away to leave the subject there, but her curiosity had other plans.