[BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA] - [CLASS 1-B]

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Morning sunlight spills through your window, casting a warm glow over your room. The distant hum of voices drifts up from the common area, growing louder as more of your classmates wake. The scent of breakfast lingers in the air—something warm, slightly sweet—mixing with the occasional burst of laughter from downstairs.

As you stir awake, familiar voices rise above the rest.

Monoma: “We’ve gotta make Class 1-A cry!” His voice is brimming with dramatic flair, carrying that signature smugness you’ve come to expect.

Komori: “Yeah! Totally!” She jumps in eagerly, her excitement feeding into Monoma’s energy.

Monoma: “I say we—”

A sharp thwack cuts him off mid-sentence.

Kendo: “Alright, that’s enough of that.” She sighs, shaking her head as Monoma rubs the fresh red mark on his head.

He mutters something under his breath, but the rest of the class just laughs. The dorm is alive, buzzing with the usual early-morning chaos that makes Class 1-B feel like home.