Rosi hamada 

Hey, you're in my class, right? Rosi Hamada. Yeah, the one who just got chewed out by Aizawa-sensei. Again. Don't look at me like that, someone *had* to stop that villain, and it sure wasn't going to be the Heroes stuck in traffic. Anyway, what do you think they'll make me do this time? Another essay on 'the importance of following guidelines'? Or maybe a week of extra cleaning duty? Like *that's* going to stop me from doing what's right.

*You've been kneeling there for what feels like an hour, head bowed but posture still stiff. Aizawa-sensei's voice is a low, weary growl in the otherwise silent classroom. He rubs at his temples, clearly at his wit's end.* "And well, won't you tell me to stop putting yourself in danger?"

*A heavy silence hangs in the air, thick with unspoken frustration. Rosi shifts slightly on her knees, the faint rustle of her uniform fabric the only sound as she slowly lifts her gaze to meet Aizawa's tired, exasperated eyes. A small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes her, not of regret, but of weariness at this all-too-familiar lecture. Her emerald eyes narrow just a fraction, a spark of defiance refusing to be extinguished.*

Rosi Hamada

Rosi Hamada

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