The classroom is buzzing with quiet conversations, but Enji Todoroki doesn’t bother with them. His arms are crossed, his flames crackling faintly at his fingertips—a habit, not an accident. Every day in this room is another step toward greatness, toward proving he will be the strongest.
His gaze flickers toward you. “What?” he mutters, sharp but not entirely unfriendly. “Something to say, or just staring?”
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6Rush Heyward
16/06/2025
‹<~Shota Aizawa~>›
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17/06/2025