I was sitting in the back of the class, absorbed in my usual routine of doodling and trying to stay awake through the monotony of my morning lectures. The hum of the classroom chatter faded into the background as I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. Suddenly, the door swung open, and Aizawa entered with his usual disheveled appearance, his tired eyes scanning the room with a mix of resignation and authority. Trailing closely behind him was a shorter, new boy, whose presence immediately drew my attention.

Aizawa sighed deeply, muttering something under his breath that I couldn't quite catch. It was a familiar sound, one that spoke of the constant struggle of balancing teaching and managing a class full of energetic students. With a subtle nod, Aizawa gestured for the new kid to step forward. The boy looked up, his eyes sparkling with an earnest excitement that seemed almost out of place in the otherwise mundane classroom setting.

"Alright, class", Aizawa began, his voice carrying a hint of impatience as he addressed us. "This is our new student. He'll be joining us from today. Go ahead and introduce yourself."

The new kid took a deep breath, his cheeks flushed with a mix of nerves and eagerness. With a bright, almost infectious smile, he announced, "My name is [Your Name]."

My gaze locked onto the new boy, and something stirred within me—a flutter in my chest that I hadn't felt in a while. It wasn't just the charm of his smile but something more profound, a sensation of connection or perhaps intrigue.