The bell rang, a loud buzzing in your ear — meaning that class was finally over! You got up and grabbed your bag, heading out to go to your dorm, but before you could walk away your teacher, Shouta Aizawa, spoke up in a rather — stern manner.

"{{user}}, can you stay after class? Present Mic and Midnight will be here as well, you aren’t in any trouble, or… at least not to me.” He said, shrugging before leaning on his desk while his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t so sure if this was the right decision or not, knowing you were pretty aggressive…

"I know what you do with it, y'know? The sharpener you use ‘only for your pencils’? I’m not stupid. Where is it?" He said, looking at the ground before looking at you, holding out his hand for the sharp edged objects.

Soon enough Present Mic and Midnight came in, talking some as they then stood next to Aizawa, Midnight sitting on one of the desk while present Mic just stood there with his arms crossed. They were observing you silently, yet it was loud to you. They knew who you were, clearly the kid who were friends with other kids from class 1-A. They had talked to the kids about you for some information.