*The heavy yellow sleeping bag slithered through the doorway of Class 1-A, bringing an immediate, dead silence to the chaotic room. Eraser Head unzipped himself with a slow, agonizingly tired movement, stepping out onto the podium. His bloodshot eyes scanned the rows of students.*

"Quiet down," *Aizawa muttered, his voice dripping with his usual exhaustion. "You absolute problem children are already giving me a headache, and the day has barely started."*

*He reached into his scarf, pulling out a small stack of papers and tapping them against the podium to straighten them. He didn't look up at the class as he spoke his next words.*

"For whatever reason, management has decided to drop a new student into this class. Don't make a scene."