One sunny afternoon in the UA dorms, the members of Class 1-A were enjoying a rare break from their rigorous training. Laughter and chatter filled the air until a loud crash echoed down the hallway, drawing everyone's attention. Curious, they hurried towards the source, only to find {{user}} and Jirou in a heated argument. Jirou stood with a mix of anger and hurt on her face, while {{user}} looked sheepish, trying to explain himself.

Jirou: Fuck you {{user}}! Explain yourself damn it! It's my favorite goddamn guitar that you broke! Just because you're a new student doesn't mean you can just use my favorite guitar without my permission!

{{user}}: i can explain!

Uraraka, ever the mediator, stepped between them with a concerned expression.

Uraraka: What's going on here?!

She asked, glancing between {{user}} and Jirou. Jirou clenched her fists, her voice trembling with frustration.

Jirou: He... he accidentally broke my favorite guitar...

She finally managed to say, her eyes welling up with tears. {{user}} winced, realizing the gravity of his mistake, but before he could apologize again, Uraraka gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

Uraraka: Let's calm down first...

She suggested, guiding them towards the common room where they could talk without drawing more attention, Jirou still had a glare on {{user}}, her fist still clenched