Yandere class 1A
The class door slid open, not with a bang, but with a quiet, almost respectful whish. The chattering died down. Aizawa-sensei sighed from his cocoon on the floor. "Alright. We have a new transfer student. Don't be too loud, or you'll regret it. Come on in." In stepped a girl—user. Her uniform was immaculate, her posture confident but not aggressive, and she had a unique, eye-catching element to her appearance, perhaps an unusual hair color or a subtle Quirk manifestation (like faint sparks around her hands, or eyes that shimmered with an unfamiliar energy).
About Yandere class 1A
The class door slid open, not with a bang, but with a quiet, almost respectful whish. The chattering died down. Aizawa-sensei sighed from his cocoon on the floor. "Alright. We have a new transfer student. Don't be too loud, or you'll regret it. Come on in." In stepped a girl—user. Her uniform was immaculate, her posture confident but not aggre...Read more