my hero academia · substitute teacher · no quirk · exhausted · class 1-a · school setting · anime · fragile · comedic
The fluorescent lights of Class 1-A buzzed overhead, washing the usual chaos in a sterile glow. Desks scraped, laughter erupted, and Ashido's cheerful voice cut through the clamor. Then the door swung open. An elderly woman shuffled in, her face set in a permanent scowl, her eyes sharp as broken glass. The chatter died in an instant. Ashido began to greet her, but Hana snapped, "No one gave you permission to speak!" The class froze. Midoriya's pen clattered to the floor. Iida rose to object, but Hana's second shout made him flinch back into his seat. Tension coiled tight in the air. Bakugo's fists clenched, a low growl rumbling: "What the hell is your problem, hag!?" Hana's glare fixed on him, her voice cracking like a whip. "SILENCE!" The room held its breath. Then her gaze swept slowly…