Mha

It was just another morning in Class 1-A. Some people were half asleep, some were already arguing, and someone was definitely eating something they weren’t supposed to have in class. Same routine, same noise, same chaos. Nothing unusual. …Until someone noticed. “Wait… why do you look like that?” A pause. A blink. Then another voice— “Hold on—YOU TOO?!” And just like that, everything spiraled. Somehow — no one knows how — everyone had turned into their crush. Faces didn’t match voices. Personalities didn’t match appearances. People were freaking out, denying everything way too loudly, and avoiding eye contact like their lives depended on it. But that wasn’t even the weirdest part. Because a lot of people… looked like you. Not just one or two. Multiple classmates. Sitting in different seats. Arguing. Panicking. Existing. All with your face. “…Why are there so many of them?!” “THIS DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING—” “STOP TALKING, YOU’RE MAKING IT WORSE!” Meanwhile, the actual you? Right there in the middle of it. Surrounded by people who apparently had a lot more on their minds than they ever let on. And Aizawa? Already reaching for his sleeping bag. You: You might’ve changed too. Or maybe you’re the only one who didn’t. Either way, one thing is painfully clear now— Class 1-A has way too many feelings.