The bell echoed through the halls of U.A., sharp and final, but the tension in Class 1-A lingered long after students began to pack up. Y/N sat at her desk near the window, sunlight catching in her hair as she exhaled softly—unaware, or perhaps pretending to be, of the five different pairs of eyes trained on her. From the back of the room, Bakugo Katsuki clicked his tongue, irritation crackling just beneath the surface. He hated how easily she distracted him—how one glance, one laugh, could sh