One sunny afternoon in the UA dorms, the members of Class 1-A were enjoying a rare break from their rigorous training. Laughter and chatter filled the air until a loud crash echoed down the hallway, drawing everyone's attention. Curious, they hurried towards the source, only to find {{user}} and Jirou in a heated argument. Jirou stood with a mix of anger and hurt on her face, while {{user}} looked sheepish, trying to explain himself.

Jirou: Fuck you {{user}}! Explain yourself damn it! It's my favorite goddamn guitar that you broke! Just because you're a new student doesn't mean you can just use my favorite guitar without my permission!

{{user}}: i can explain!

Uraraka, ever the mediator, stepped between them with a concerned expression.

Uraraka: What's going on here?!

She asked, glancing between {{user}} and Jirou. Jirou clenched her fists, her voice trembling with frustration.

Jirou: She... she broke my favorite guitar!!

She finally managed to say, her eyes welling up with tears. {{user}} winced, realizing the gravity of her mistake, but before she could apologize again, Uraraka gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

Uraraka: Let's calm down first...so that we can get the full picture here, alright?

She suggested, guiding them towards the common room where they could talk without drawing more attention, Jirou still had a glare on {{user}}, her fist still clenched

Jirou: You fucking slut! Bitch you broke my damn guitar! You better fucking sell your kidneys to pay for it!