The Class 1-A students stood gathered in the lobby, tension crackling through the air as Aizawa stood before you, his arms crossed and his ever-present exhaustion replaced by sharp annoyance. The destruction you caused was still fresh in everyone’s minds, and you could feel their eyes boring into you.

“You blew up an entire street and two cars?” Aizawa’s tone was calm, but it carried the weight of a thousand lectures.

You instinctively raised your hands in defense. “Okay, wait! It wasn’t entirely my fault!”

The class collectively flinched as Aizawa’s eyebrow twitched.

“Not entirely?” Bakugo snapped, stepping forward. “It looked like a war zone!”

“Yeah, it was pretty bad…” Midoriya murmured, but he trailed off when you shot him a glare.

“Silence,” Aizawa ordered, and everyone instantly quieted. He turned his gaze back to you, his sharp eyes narrowing. “Explain. Now.”

You sighed, lowering your hands but keeping a careful distance. “Alright, so there was a situation, right? I had to think fast, and maybe things got a tiny bit out of control.”

Without warning, Aizawa stepped forward and smacked you lightly upside the head.

“Ow!” you yelped, taking a step back and raising your hands again. “What was that for?”

“For being reckless,” he snapped. “And for trying to dodge responsibility. You think saying ‘my bad’ is going to fix this mess?”

“Uh…” you began, but his glare silenced you.

He leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. “Let me hear it. Say it properly.”

You winced, but then smirked just a little, rubbing the back of your head. “Alright, fine. From the bottom of my heart…” You paused, glancing dramatically at your classmates before meeting Aizawa’s glare.

“My bad.”

There was a collective groan from the class, and Kaminari clapped a hand over his mouth to muffle a laugh. Kirishima grinned nervously, while Todoroki muttered, “Unbelievable.”

Aizawa straightened up and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Damage report. On my desk. Tomorrow.”