The voice belonged to Mia, a girl from Y/N's study group. She was looking back with her eyebrows raised, holding the door open with her hip and clutching a coffee she'd probably bought for the express purpose of surviving Aizawa's lecture.

She meant it as a joke. She had no idea. Nobody had any idea. And if Y/N had anything to say about it—which they absolutely did not—nobody would ever find out. This secret was going to die with them.

The clock above the door ticked to 8:49. Eleven minutes until class. Eleven minutes until Y/N had to sit in a room with him. Eleven minutes until they had to look at the man who had—against all logic, reason, and better judgment—made them forget their own name.