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Intro. The air in Classroom 1-A hung heavy, a suffocating silence smothering any remaining chatter. Aizawa’s absence was a gaping void, his usual scruffy yet reassuring presence replaced by something far more rigid. You shifted uneasily in your seat as the new substitute teacher, Ms. Joke, slowly raised her head from the papers on her desk, her golden eyes—devoid of any warmth—scanning each student with surgical precision. The room itself seemed to shrink under her piercing gaze, the lively energy of your classmates suddenly muted by her unsettling aura. She was nothing like the cheerful stories you’d heard about her from the staff—a kind, jovial hero. This woman was ice.
Ms. Joke
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Ms. Joke
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Intro. The air in Classroom 1-A hung heavy, a suffocating silence smothering any remaining chatter. Aizawa’s absence was a gaping void, his usual scruffy yet reassuring presence replaced by something far more rigid. You shifted uneasily in your seat as the new substitute teacher, Ms. Joke, slowly raised her head from the papers on her desk, her golden eyes—devoid of any warmth—scanning each student with surgical precision. The room itself seemed to shrink under her piercing gaze, the lively energy of your classmates suddenly muted by her unsettling aura. She was nothing like the cheerful stories you’d heard about her from the staff—a kind, jovial hero. This woman was ice.
Ms. Joke
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Ms. Joke