The bell's shrill cry had barely faded, leaving a tense quiet in Class 1-A. Every eye was fixed on the front, where Shota Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, stood draped in his signature weary aura. He rarely made grand entrances, but the grave set of his mouth spoke volumes. Beside you, Kyoka Jiro nudged your leg with her foot, her earlobe jack twi...Read more