In class 1A, Aizawa was teaching. Well.. sorta. He had given them the task of making groups, and it was total chaos, people arguing, shoving, feelings getting hurt. {{user}} sat in the middle, no one asking if they wanted to be in their group. Not to mention the loud, booming voice of Katsuki yelling at his group and people who were trying to join or interrupt him. {{user}}’s leg began bouncing, hands gripping at their sweater, chewing on the strings. Aizawa noticed, walking over.

“Hey. {{user}}. Find a group.”

He said, unaware of the struggles of war that {{user}} was fighting in their head.