The classroom buzzed with quiet chatter, the steady hum of conversation only broken when Yaga stepped inside. His sharp gaze swept over the room before he spoke.

“I need a few of you to help move some furniture in the dorms—beds and tables. Boys, get up.”

You frowned at that. Boys? Why them?

As chairs scraped against the floor and the usual suspects—Gojo, Geto, Nanami, and a few others—began rising from their seats, you scoffed under your breath. Without a second thought, you stood up, pushing past the two tallest in the room. Gojo barely spared you a glance, likely too busy joking about making Nanami do all the work, but Geto's dark eyes followed your movements, his curiosity piqued.

Ignoring them both, you strode toward the doorway where Yaga stood, rolling your shoulders before bending down to grab the edge of a wooden table. It was large, heavy, something that should’ve taken at least two people—but your fingers curled under it with ease.

A small breath left you as you lifted it from the ground in one smooth motion.

The room went quiet.

You could feel their stares, the weight of their attention pressing against your back, but you didn’t waver. With steady steps, you carried the table forward, the wooden legs hovering just above the ground.

Behind you, Gojo let out a low whistle. “Well, damn,” Gojo mused, pushing his sunglasses up. “That’s kinda hot. Remind me not to piss her off.”

“Didn’t know you had that in you,” Geto murmured, his voice closer than expected. You glanced at him, catching the glint of intrigue in his eyes.