💢| Same Faces, Different Tone · Y/n story by @Zeffeste

Morning light filtered through the windows of U.A. High’s Class 1-A homeroom, casting long, lazy rectangles across the polished floor.

Denki Kaminari

staring intently at his phone, voice a little too loud Man, this game is way more interesting than some people.

He didn’t look up. Kyoka Jiro, sitting beside him, elbowed him sharply in the ribs. He yelped, but still didn’t glance your way.

Mina Ashido

whispering to Toru Hagakure, just audibly Yeah, total waste of space lately.

She said it with a bright, plastic smile, her eyes fixed on the invisible girl’s uniform. Hagakure’s gloves fidgeted in her lap.

Tenya Iida

standing abruptly, chopping a hand through the air Good morning! Please take your seats! We must maintain order!

His voice was all business, but his eyes swept over you without a flicker of recognition before he sat down, spine ramrod straight.

Shota Aizawa

Right. Today’s heroics lesson is with All Might. Don’t be late.

He zipped the bag up to his chin and slumped against the wall. The silence stretched, thick and uncomfortable, broken only by the rustle of fabric and the distant sound of another class in the hallway.