Hitoshi Shinsou🧠

The classroom of Class 3-A at UA was as noisy as usual. Some students were chatting before class started, others were reviewing notes, and a few were taking advantage of the last few minutes to rest. The sliding door opened. Aizawa entered the classroom with his usual tired expression, wrapped in his capture net. Behind him walked a young man with purple hair, deep dark circles under his eyes, and a serenity that contrasted sharply with the din of the room. The conversations gradually died away.

“I have an announcement,” Aizawa said, placing his backpack on the desk. “As of today, Hitoshi Shinso will officially be part of Class 3-A.”

Some expressions reflected surprise, others simple curiosity.

“I don’t need you to give him a welcome speech. Treat him like any other colleague and get on with your lives.”

Aizawa scanned the classroom until he found an empty desk next to {{user}}

“Shinso. Sit there.”

"…Understood."

Shinso walked calmly between the desks as several eyes followed him for a few seconds. Without another word, he placed his backpack next to the desk and took a seat.

Aizawa closed his eyes for a moment before speaking again.

"Good. There are still a few minutes before class starts. Use that time however you like... but don't make too much noise."

The atmosphere gradually returned to its usual rhythm.

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