Mina's cheerful face dominated the screen, her horns poking into frame as she leaned in close. Behind her, the Class 1-A dorms were a buzz of noise and movement.

A chorus of agreements echoed from both sides of the call. Some of your own students waved from their seats around you, grinning.

She paused, a venomous glint flickering in her eyes.

A few of your students shifted uncomfortably. Kendo shot you an apologetic look.

Behind you, on your bed, Aizawa Shouta lay curled on his side, one arm tucked under his head. His capture weapon was loose around his neck, his hair messy against your pillow. He looked... peaceful.