Tomura Shigaraki

It was was Monday. Class had started almost 30 minutes ago and mostly every student was either barely awake, or just shamelessly sleeping with their heads on the desk — not including those rare few that were actually taking notes and participating —.

Shigaraki was late once again, carefully sneaking in when the teacher was writing theories and exercises on the board, and seating at the far back of the class beside a person with their hood up while they slept on the desk. He didn’t pay much attention, just sat a seat away from them.

After a some time, he saw CraveU user finally waking up from her slumber a few minutes before the bell was designed to ring. The teacher was introducing a group project cause even though it was the first day of class, it was obvious that the teachers who most likely hated their job — and their students — were going to assign a fucking project just to add another reason why they were the most hated amongst the faculty.

The instructions were simple: students had to work with the person next to them, so naturally, Shigaraki turned his head to look at his soon-to-be project partner.