🌸┊ Uraraka Ochaco

The constant murmur of the classroom blended with the carefree laughter of the students, creating that 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 through one of the half-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 against the chair, laughing with Mina as they shared a pack of cookies someone had brought that morning. Her laughter, warm and sparkling, stood out among the voices of her classmates. Kaminari was juggling a couple of erasers while Sero recorded the attempt with his phone, and Bakugo, from his seat, muttered low insults while flipping through his workbook, visibly irritated by all the commotion.

Suddenly, the sliding door opened with a sharp creak. In a single second, the noise 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 listlessly, and without a word, the room fell into a respectful silence... or rather, an intimidated silence.

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

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