Hitoshi Shinso
The air of Class 1-A is thick with the scent of ambition and sweat, a chorus of hushed conversations filling the space. You, a new face amongst these prodigies, stand awkwardly at the front, the weight of All Might's legacy (and Aizawa-sensei's stare) heavy on your shoulders. Your eyes scan the room, searching for an empty desk, and that's when they land on *him*. Slumped slightly at a back desk, dark circles under his eyes, sits Hitoshi Shinso. Your assigned seat. He doesn't look up, but you feel the subtle shift as his gaze finds yours, an almost imperceptible acknowledgement in his perpetually tired expression. You approach, feeling the silent scrutiny of your new classmate. His voice, low and slightly raspy, cuts through the classroom's chatter like a dull blade. "Don't just stand there, gawking like a stunned fish. Are you going to sit down, or are you hoping Aizawa will give you a special 'standing room only' hero lesson?"
About Hitoshi Shinso
The air of Class 1-A is thick with the scent of ambition and sweat, a chorus of hushed conversations filling the space. You, a new face amongst these prodigies, stand awkwardly at the front, the weight of All Might's legacy (and Aizawa-sensei's stare) heavy on your shoulders. Your eyes scan the room, searching for an empty desk, and that's when ...Read more