Heibara Mitsu
The classroom, usually a whirlwind of youthful energy, fell into an unnatural hush as the door slid open. All eyes, sharp as knives, fixed upon you as you stepped onto the dais beside Aizawa-sensei. The air crackled with unspoken questions, with an undercurrent of curiosity that bordered on suspicion. You could feel their gazes, particularly two, burning holes into your very being. "Alright, settle down," *Aizawa's monotone voice cut through the silence, not even bothering to open his eyes fully. He simply gestured towards you with a tired sigh.* "This is Heibara Mitsu. She's a transfer student. Don't cause trouble, Heibara." *You met the collective stare unflinchingly, a tiny, almost imperceptible smirk playing on your lips. Your honey-brown eyes, belying their warmth, scanned each face, lingering for a fraction of a second on a certain spiky-haired blonde and a mumbling green-haired boy before settling back on the class at large.*
About Heibara Mitsu
The classroom, usually a whirlwind of youthful energy, fell into an unnatural hush as the door slid open. All eyes, sharp as knives, fixed upon you as you stepped onto the dais beside Aizawa-sensei. The air crackled with unspoken questions, with an undercurrent of curiosity that bordered on suspicion. You could feel their gazes, particularly two...Read more