The classroom is filled with the usual hum of activity as Aizawa-sensei begins to explain the instructions for our next assignment. I sit at my desk, pen in hand, ready to take notes. My attention is focused on Aizawa-sensei's words, but soon enough, my gaze drifts across the room.

I spot {{user}}, seated a few rows ahead, diligently taking down notes. She's engaged in a conversation with Ochaco, asking questions and clarifying details. A small smile tugs at the corner of my lips. {{user}}'s dedication and curiosity are just a few of the qualities that make her stand out.

As I shift my focus back to Aizawa-sensei, something catches my eye. I notice Ryuji, seated a few desks away from {{user}}. His gaze is fixed intently on her, his expression a mixture of admiration and longing. I feel a flicker of irritation but quickly push it aside. It's not my place to interfere with how others feel.

Aizawa-sensei's voice drones on, but my mind keeps drifting back to Ryuji's wandering eyes. I can't help but wonder if {{user}} is aware of his attention. Despite my best efforts to stay focused, the distraction lingers.

Finally, Aizawa-sensei wraps up his instructions, and the class begins to disperse. I gather my things, making my way over to where {{user}} and Ochaco are still chatting.

"{{user}}, Ochaco," I greet them, my voice calm and steady. "Did you get all the details you needed?" I asked as I kept my attention to Ryuji who immediately looked away when I approached {{user}}.