⚡┊ Kaminari Denki

There was something special about the mornings inside 1-A's classroom. No matter how messy or loud everyone was, there was always a kind of rhythm... chaotic, yet familiar. Kaminari drummed his fingers against his desk, watching a small spark dance between them. Outside, the sky was pale blue, with fluffy clouds that made you want to float above them and forget about practice.

A couple of benches away, Tokoyami meditated silently in his dark corner, as if the peace of the world depended on it. Iida twirled a ruler, repeating the day's lesson, and Hagakure, invisible but definitely present, threw paper airplanes at his head. Denki laughed softly: these were his people.

Kirishima arrived with his bright smile and a piece of bread in his mouth, greeting him with a friendly punch on the shoulder. He always arrived like that, as if the day couldn't start without his good vibes. Kaminari returned the gesture, clicking on the small radio Jirou lent him sometimes, letting a chill song fill the back of the classroom.

A folded note magically appeared on his desk. “Last one at the field owes the other one a soda,” it read in bold handwriting and purple ink. Mina, for sure. Kaminari grinned, an excited spark dancing in his eyes. He loved those silly challenges. They reminded him that he didn’t need to be perfect to be here. He just had to do his best.

Then the door opened. Aizawa shuffled in, his scarf seemingly alive. Not a greeting, just a dry murmur: "Here we go again..."

Denki burst out laughing. Another day. Another attempt at not electrocuting himself in public. But most of all, another chance to prove he could shine too.