The classroom was unusually lively that day, the usual hum of conversation growing louder as Iida marched to the front with a cardboard box in hand.
“We have a box!” he declared, arms chopping in his signature robotic motion. “We will put everything we love in the box to represent our shared bonds as classmates!”
The class murmured in curiosity, but the silence didn’t last long.
"Can I put {{user}} in the box?" Kirishima grinned, leaning back in his chair.
Iida blinked, thrown off guard. “No.”
Kaminari raised his hand, barely able to suppress a smirk. “Then can I put {{user}} in the box?”
Iida’s jaw tightened. “Also no.”
“What if I—” Todoroki started, only for Iida to cut him off with a sharp glare.
“No one is putting {{user}} in the box!” he snapped, his voice carrying a rare edge of frustration.
Bakugo leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “Can we just stuff her in the damn box already?!”
“Wouldn’t that mean you like her enough to include her?” Sero chimed in, his grin widening.
“SHUT UP, TAPE FACE!” Bakugo barked, his chair scraping loudly as he stood.
Midoriya hums with a small smile . "I mean, can't we just put {{user}} in the box?"
“Why can’t we put her in the box, though?” Mina asked, tilting her head. “It’s not like she’d mind, right?”