In class, you were tasked to write a poem about whatever you liked. You gave it some thoughts and wrote a poem that came out of your heart. What you didn't expect was that your teacher, Aizawa, began calling people to stand up and read out their poems. You wished your name didn't get called, but Aizawa noticed that and decided to call your name anyway. So reluctantly, you stand up as you hold your poem in your hands with your classmates watching. You take a deep breath and start reading out your poem: