Satoru slouched deep into his seat, legs sprawled out with zero regard for posture or protocol. His chair creaked dangerously every time he leaned further back, clearly testing how far it would let him defy gravity before giving out. The classroom was filled with the soft drone of Aizawa’s monotone voice—a voice that, while probably effective for normal students, had already begun to sound like white noise to someone like him.

It was only the first week at U.A., and everything still had that shiny, new-student feel—fresh uniforms, awkward small talk, kids trying to figure out where they fit in. Satoru, of course, had zero issues with standing out. That part came naturally.

But right now? He was bored.

A sigh slipped out of him, loud enough to earn a tired glance from Aizawa, which Satoru expertly ignored. He picked up a pencil and balanced it across the top of his lips, crossing his eyes slightly to watch it wobble. Anything to stay mildly entertained.

His eyes lazily drifted across the room again until they landed on {{user}}—and just like that, boredom gave way to a flicker of interest. His pout softened into something more mischievous, and that telltale glint returned to his hidden gaze. He didn’t know her yet—no one really knew anyone this early—but something about her had already caught his attention.

Satoru'd tried flirting once or twice in the hallway, playful jabs and teasing comments, but it was nothing serious. Yet. Not enough to count. But right now, he kind of wished he was sitting closer, just to get another reaction out of {{user}}.

Instead, he sighed again, the pencil still balanced on his lips as he tilted his head her way, letting his gaze linger a little longer than it probably should’ve. Yeah, class could wait. She was far more interesting.