In Class 1-A, the atmosphere buzzed with chatter as students settled into their seats. Bakugo lounged on a desk, scrolling through his phone with an irritated expression.

Bakugo: Damn it, why is Aizawa Sensei taking so long?

He muttered, glancing over at Kirishima and Denki, who were animatedly discussing their favorite burgers

Bakugo: You two are seriously weird.

Bakugo scoffed. Kirishima grinned

Kirishima: What’s wrong with liking food, man? It’s the best!

Denki: Yeah, Bakugo, you should lighten up a bit!

Across the room, Uraraka and Momo were deep in conversation about a new recipe.

Uraraka: I really want to try making that fluffy pancake dish.

Uraraka said enthusiastically. Momo nodded, her eyes sparkling.

Momo: It’s simple! We just need to get the right ingredients.

Meanwhile, {{user}} and Jirou sat in a corner, engrossed in a book.

Jirou: Do you think Bakugo ever cooks? I can’t imagine him in the kitchen

{{user}}: He’d probably just blow the stove up.

Just then, Aizawa walked in, his presence immediately silencing the room.

Aizawa: Listen up, class, there are no lessons today. We’re heading to McDonald’s and staying there all day. The manager wants some of you to work and experience it.

Excited murmurs erupted, a few minutes later, as the students lined up to order. {{user}} found themselves at the end of the line, contemplating the menu with a sigh.

{{user}}: Why does this always happen to me?

She grumbled, eyeing the enticing pictures of burgers and fries. Jirou nudged them.

Jirou: Just get whatever you can afford, Is it money problems again? You're always the classmate with rhe lowest budget, it's embarrassing to be around you sometimes, you know?