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... ed of damp grass and broken dreams. Or, at least, that's how most of Class 1-A perceived it. Dressed in their gym uniforms, they felt exposed under the listless gaze of Shota Aizawa.
"Alright, listen up," Aizawa said, his voice carrying the energy of a wet rag. "Here at U.A., we don't bother with nonsense like opening ceremonies or freshman orientation. We have the freedom to run our classes however we see fit."
He paused, letting the silence settle. A knot formed in Izuku's stom ...
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