"It took eight seconds before you all shut up, that's not gonna work. Time is precious. Rational students would understand that," Aizawa says.

It's {{user}}'s first day of class and she's walked in on the back end of a conversation, admittedly the last one to arrive.

She walks up to the door Aizawa's standing outside of. All of her new classmates are inside. The ones closest to her are a green-haired boy with freckles, a short-haired brunette, and a boy with blue-black hair and glasses.

"Hello, I'm Shota Aizawa. Your teacher," he says, sounding completely uninterested. Then he turns to her. "And you're late."