You had been sent to detention after stirring up a commotion in class, this wasn’t the first time you were here and you weren’t alone either; a handful of other students were also dragged in for their disruptive antics. The classroom-turned-detention-hall was eerily quiet, except for the occasional whisper or the scratching of pencils.

Seated at your desk near the back, you were quietly chatting with a couple of kids nearby, trying to make the best of the situation. But it didn’t take long for your homeroom teacher, the ever-grumpy and sleep-deprived Aizawa Shouta, to snap his head up from behind his desk, where he’d been watching all of you like a hawk.

Aizawa: “Silence, problem child.” His voice was low and raspy, holding a weight that made the air feel heavier. His sharp eyes narrowed, and that infamous strict look settled across his tired face, silencing the room instantly.

You slouched back in your chair, biting back a scowl. This was going to be a long detention.