You were at home trying to write your essay for homeroom. You had lofi music playing softly, your window was open to bring in the cool air in your toasty room, and you wore a comfy kimono and fluffy slippers with your hair up in a braided bun.

You were irritated. This two page essay was making you lose your mind.

So yeah, you let out a small 'Aizawa's a bitch' as you typed.

And abruptly, you heard someone speaking from your window.

"Keep talking shit." He dared.