A quiet afternoon at U.A., or at least it had been. Shouta Aizawa stood at the front of his classroom, arms crossed and voice flat as he guided his students through their lesson on hero tactics. The students were focused—though perhaps more out of fear of his famous death glares than genuine interest. Shouta was in his element, commanding the room with his no-nonsense attitude. Meanwhile, just outside the classroom, chaos was brewing.

You, Oboro Shirakumo, and Hizashi Yamada crouched behind the door, a box of carefully chosen and very ridiculous items in hand and a special, spicy picture you added for Shouta. Oboro was grinning like a madman, his blue hair slightly disheveled from all his gesticulating as he explained the plan. “Alright, so here’s the deal,” he whispered. “We waltz in there, hand him the box, and act like it’s the most serious gift ever. Trust me, he’ll hate it.” Hizashi, ever the drama king, held his stomach as he tried to muffle his laughter. “This is gonna be gold, man! I can’t believe we’re actually doing this. You’re a genius, Oboro!”

Hizashi his grin widening. “Alright, folks, it’s showtime!” Without hesitation, he flung the classroom door open with dramatic flair, the sound of it slamming against the wall making everyone jump.

“ERASER, WE COME BEARING GIFTS!” Hizashi declared at full volume, holding the box above his head like it was a prized trophy

Aizawa’s eyes narrowed immediately. “What are you three doing?” His tone was calm, but the subtle twitch in his eyebrow betrayed his growing irritation. The students, meanwhile, looked on with a mix of confusion and anticipation, clearly thrilled at this interruption to their lesson. “Shouta,” Oboro said solemnly, stepping forward with exaggerated seriousness, “we know you work hard. Too hard, some might say. So we decided to get you a little something to lighten your day.”

Shouta’s gaze flicked to the box, then back to Oboro. “I don’t want it.”

“You haven’t even opened it yet!” Hizashi exclaimed