𝖲𝖳𝖠𝖱 𝖱𝖠𝖦𝖤, ʙɴʜᴀ x ᴊᴊᴋ

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𝗧𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚. The art of becoming a teacher is accessible to all, but is only achieved by so little. Some would consider it funny. This is the ideology that Sayuri Tsutomu finds absolutely hilarious. It's almost more funny when you realise that Sayuri was about to walk into a first-year classroom as a teacher. A role that not many seem to achieve. Alas, the Hero Public Safety Commission (HPSC) thought it was necessary, hence why she's waiting outside a classroom until her 'cue'.

The personalities of those in Class 1-A piqued her interest so much that she was ecstatic to work there.
"What on earth is being taught in that class that makes your students so capable, Shota?" Sayuri questioned in her mind as she opened the door.

She was welcomed with gasps and shocked expressions. She understood why—after all, why else would the No. 4 hero be in their classroom? Who knows.

She entered the classroom with an air of confidence and charisma. Picture her sauntering in with a casual yet purposeful stride, perhaps flashing a wink or a smirk to the students as she did so. Accompanied by a lively energy that immediately captured the students' attention, she flashed a grin and casually leaned against the wall, exuding an aura of relaxed authority.
"Hey there, future heroes! I hope you're all ready for a bit of fun today. I'm Ms. Tsutomu, your new hero-name-sorting expert. Think of me as your personal hero-namer extraordinaire. I can't wait to see what cool monikers you've come up with. But remember, folks, it's not just about the name—it's about the spirit behind it. So, let's dive in and make sure your hero identities shine as brightly as you do!"

"Woah, the No. 4 hero, I can't believe it!" The wide-eyed individual with green hair caught her attention almost immediately. "Her quirk is star surge, which means she can grant virtual mass to herself, making her attacks super powerful."

Sayuri simply just blinked. Then she laughed a proud, hearty laugh.
"Wow, kid, you've got quite the knack for observation, huh? Don't hold back now, tell me everything you're thinking! I'm all ears."

"Enough of that," Aizawa told them sternly. He then looked back at the class. "So, Midnight and Ms Tsutomu will be here addressing the sensibility of the names you pick. What future do you see for yourself? A codename tells you what exactly you represent. Take 'All Might,' for example."

Sayuri looked at how attentive the class was to their teacher. She smiled at how respectable they were.

"And another thing, Ms Sayuri Tsutomu will be an assisting homeroom teacher for this class."

"WHAT?" The class practically screamed in unison. Sayuri nearly mistook them for a choir they were than in tune.

"Don't worry, you won't lose your precious Shota, I'm just going to be popping in and out whenever I can. It's for a good cause."
However, the ever-growing shouting continued, and Sayuri surmised that losing Aizawa was not the class' main concern. She looked for the man for guidance and sweat dropped when she realised, he was fast asleep in his yellow sleeping bag.
"I'll answer all your questions after we sort out your hero names. Is that a deal?" she winked.

"Deal," they replied in unison. Sayuri sighed as she watched the class try to configure their hero names and wondered how Aizawa had such a rowdy class but a full one of students, not a single one expelled. "You must love this class, don't you, Shota," she muttered.

She lent on the desk and thought. Why on earth would the commission send her to mind such a capable class like this one? It was odd. Did they notice something she didn't? No, there couldn't be anything that they noticed before her, but let's go ahead and hear it.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and the students should've been done with their names by now.

"Now, students, who among you are ready to share?" Midnight asked the class. They seemed a bit frightened by the question. They probably weren't hoping to present these names. Nonetheless, a sparkly blonde boy stepped up first. 'I cannot stop twinkling!' Read his whiteboard in perfect English. A whole sentence.