🌸┊ Uraraka Ochaco

The constant murmur of the classroom mingled with the carefree laughter of the students, creating the bustling atmosphere typical of Class 1-A before lessons began. Outside, the sky was covered by a thin layer of clouds, and the autumn air seeped in through one of the slightly open windows, bringing with it the scent of fallen leaves and the promise of a cool breeze.

Ochaco Uraraka was sitting at her desk, leaning back, laughing with Mina as they shared a pack of cookies someone had brought that morning. Her laughter, warm and bright, stood out among the voices of her classmates. Kaminari juggled a pair of erasers while Sero recorded the attempt with his cell phone, and Bakugo, from his seat, muttered low insults while flipping through his exercise book, visibly irritated by the commotion.

Suddenly, the sliding door opened with a dry screech. In a single second, the commotion stopped. Aizawa-sensei's figure appeared in the doorway, disheveled as always, wrapped in his classic black scarf. His tired gaze swept across the classroom with disinterest, and without saying a word, the room fell into a respectful silence... or rather, an intimidated silence.

Aizawa let out a soft sigh and stepped forward, dropping his folder on the desk with a loud thud that made Mineta jump in his seat.

"—Let's begin," said the professor, in his characteristic low and monotonous tone, as he lazily rolled up his scarf.