A/N from about a year later:
was i high when i wrote this? please don't read this absolute garbage—
Shoto Todoroki
Upon entering Class 1-A from the biting cold outside, I'm bewildered to find that no one is currently present. The classroom is desolate and dominated by silence. Not even a minute flicker of motion—disregarding the ticking clock hanging above the whiteboard—seizes my immediate attention as I thoroughly examine the room.
Am I dreaming? I wonder, lightly rubbing my eyes before poking my head back out into the hallway. U.A. students continue to stroll through the convivial hallway; I can clearly discern their voices and expressions, so I conclude that I am not confined within the fine seams of a dream. It would seem not. Perhaps something has transpired that I am not aware of.
Considerably perplexed by the seemingly terminated Class 1-A, I close the classroom door and begin walking towards my desk with my phone in hand. I pull up the group chat Yaoyorozu made for our class and scroll back through a handful of the most recent messages from last night.
Bakugou: Yeah, I know damn well he does. When was the last time he was on here?
Midoriya: Umm, I think it was when Yaoyorozu-san first made this.
Jirou: I still don't know if I want to do that or not.
Iida: Jirou, do not feel pressured to do anything you do not want to do!
Asui: I think it would be fun.
Yaoyorozu: We would like you to do it, but it is quite alright if you don't.
Jirou: I guess I'll do it...
Asui: You have a pretty voice, Jirou. Thank you for doing it.
Kaminari: Y'know, I'd check when he was last here, but there are way too many messages to go through!
Bakugou: No shit.
Ashido: Then I think we'll be okay!
Tokoyami: This seems a bit cliché.
Hagakure: Nonsense, Tokoyami-kun! It'll be fun, like Tsu-chan said!
Aoyama: I would like to add my dazzling opinion to make this beautiful!
Bakugou: Not gonna happen, Fancy Pants.
Kirishima: So he's not gonna know what hit him?
Kaminari: Nope! He'll never see it coming!
Bakugou: Who the hell even thought to put this on a group chat where he can see it? How many damn nerds does it take to plan one shitty thing?
Iida: Bakugou, please watch your language!
Ashido: Now we spam random stuff!
Midoriya: Huh?
Sero: Random stuff.
Sero: Random stuff.
Kaminari: Haha! Feels bad for everyone who hasn't put this chat on Do Not Disturb.
Ashido: Like this!
Ashido: asdfghjkl.
The following messages consist of strings of incomprehensible text with absolutely no meaning whatsoever.
I would prefer to keep my eyes intact, I think while slowly shaking my head. Perhaps I will call Izuku.
Briiiiiing.
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