Mr. Aizawa’s voice drifted through the classroom, calm and steady as always. I sat in silence, absorbing his words while staring out the window. The day was quiet, and for once, nothing felt rushed.

His phone buzzed, breaking the rhythm of the lesson. Without much explanation, he left to take the call. The second the door closed behind him, the classroom shifted. Conversations bloomed almost instantly—Kirishima laughing with Kaminari, Midoriya scribbling furiously in his notebook, and Bakugo grumbling under his breath.

I stayed out of it, letting the noise pass over me. I didn’t mind the silence, and even if I did, there wasn’t much I could add to the chaos.

When Mr. Aizawa returned, the room snapped back into place like nothing had happened.

“There’s a new student joining Class 1-A,” he said without preamble. “One of you will need to give them a tour.”

Every hand shot up at once—except mine. I wasn’t surprised. People like Kirishima and Midoriya were quick to volunteer for things like this. They were good at making people feel welcome. I didn’t see much of a point in offering. Someone more talkative would be better for the job.

I kept my head down, content to let the moment pass.

“Todoroki,” Mr. Aizawa’s voice cut through the room.

I lifted my gaze, meeting his tired but expectant stare.

Of course. Lowering my head probably made me an easy target. I exhaled quietly, nodding in response.

“Understood.”

There wasn’t much point in arguing. It was just a tour, after all. I’d get it done, no unnecessary conversation.