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Dear Diary - A new home

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DEAR DIARY

Finally arriving at the new accommodations, my eyes widened at the sheer size of the dorm building. It was huge, towering over us like a symbol of both safety and a new chapter. At least it was only a five-minute walk from the main building—convenient, considering how much I hated early mornings.

As we gathered at the entrance, Sero broke the silence, his usual upbeat energy cutting through the weight of the moment. "Given everything that's happened, I'm glad we were able to bring Class 1A back together," he said with a relieved smile. His words sparked a warm murmur of agreement among us.

"Yeah," Hagakure chimed in, though all we could see was the floating outline of her clothes. "It's great to see everyone decided to move onto campus. I almost couldn't convince my parents to let me move out!" She sighed dramatically, but the relief in her voice was unmistakable.

It felt good to see the class smile and bond over the reunion. After everything we'd been through, the fact that we were all here, safe, and together was a small victory in itself. I could feel the tension that had been hovering over us since the kidnapping and attacks began to fade away, replaced with a cautious optimism.

Aizawa stepped forward, his presence immediately commanding our attention. "Now then," he paused, his dark eyes scanning the group, "I'll explain how your room assignments will work shortly." He clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet courtyard. "But first... we haven't forgotten about the provisional hero license exam you were supposed to take during the training camp."

His words hit like a small jolt, and I noticed a ripple of excitement—and anxiety—pass through the group. Of course, the exam. It had been put on hold after everything went sideways at the camp. But now that things were settling back into place, we had to face it.

Aizawa continued, his tone as no-nonsense as ever. "This will be your chance to prove yourselves, but make no mistake... The expectations are high. And the consequences," his eyes narrowed slightly, "are equally severe. Expulsion is still on the table for those who fail to meet the standards."

The word "expulsion" hung in the air like a cold wind. My chest tightened at the thought. It seemed... harsh, especially given how much we'd all been through. But I knew Aizawa wasn't one to pull punches. If anything, he was trying to prepare us. The world out there wasn't going to cut us any slack either.

"That's all. Now look alive," Aizawa finished, turning on his heel and leading the way into the new dorms. His back was straight, no hint of doubt or hesitation in his steps. He believed in us, I knew that, but he wasn't going to coddle us either.