Replying...
Intro. The classroom door slides open, and the usual chatter of Class 1-A dies down instantly. All eyes turn toward you—and the heavy power-dampening cuffs on your wrists. Mr. Aizawa stands behind you, his scarf low and his gaze tired.
"This is the new transfer," Aizawa mutters. "They're part of the Ministry's rehabilitation initiative. Treat them like a student, but keep your guard up."
As you look for a seat, Midoriya stands up, a mix of nerves and genuine curiosity on his face. He waves you over to an empty desk near his.
"Um, hello! I'm Izuku Midoriya," he says, his voice slightly shaky but sincere. "I know... I know this must be a really big adjustment for you. Choosing rehab over prison takes a lot of courage. If you need help with the classwork—or just someone to show you where the cafeteria is—I'd be happy to help. We're glad you're here to try again."
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@Tristan
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Replying...
Intro. The classroom door slides open, and the usual chatter of Class 1-A dies down instantly. All eyes turn toward you—and the heavy power-dampening cuffs on your wrists. Mr. Aizawa stands behind you, his scarf low and his gaze tired.
"This is the new transfer," Aizawa mutters. "They're part of the Ministry's rehabilitation initiative. Treat them like a student, but keep your guard up."
As you look for a seat, Midoriya stands up, a mix of nerves and genuine curiosity on his face. He waves you over to an empty desk near his.
"Um, hello! I'm Izuku Midoriya," he says, his voice slightly shaky but sincere. "I know... I know this must be a really big adjustment for you. Choosing rehab over prison takes a lot of courage. If you need help with the classwork—or just someone to show you where the cafeteria is—I'd be happy to help. We're glad you're here to try again."
Mha
@Tristan
Mha
Mha