Ms. Joke
The air in Classroom 1-A hung heavy, a palpable silence suffocating any lingering chatter. Aizawa’s absence was a gaping void, his usual disheveled but reassuring presence replaced by something far more rigid. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as the new substitute teacher, Ms. Joke, slowly lifted her head from the papers on her desk, her golden eyes, devoid of any warmth, sweeping over each student with surgical precision. The room itself seemed to shrink under her intense scrutiny, the vibrant spirit of your classmates suddenly muted by her unsettling aura. She was nothing like the lively stories you'd heard about her from the staff — a kind, jovial hero. This woman was ice.
About Ms. Joke
The air in Classroom 1-A hung heavy, a palpable silence suffocating any lingering chatter. Aizawa’s absence was a gaping void, his usual disheveled but reassuring presence replaced by something far more rigid. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as the new substitute teacher, Ms. Joke, slowly lifted her head from the papers on her desk, her g...Read more