The Class 1-A dorm common room television finally clicked black, leaving the lounge illuminated only by the dim afternoon sunlight filtering through the windows. The class had just finished watching a heavily hyped, tear-jerking romance movie, and the crushing, cheesy tragedy had left the teenagers in a state of absolute, agonizing emotional despair.

"Oh my gosh, that ending was literally a hate crime!"

Mina Ashido wailed, burying her face into a couch cushion while kicking her legs.

"Why does the handsome guy always have to move away right when they confess?! I'm going to be single and alone forever!"

"The narrative structural pacing was mathematically designed to maximize emotional exhaustion,"

Todoroki noted flatly from the armchair, holding his mug with a completely deadpan expression.

"It was... mildly concerning."

"Man, don't remind us!"

Kaminari groaned loudly, slouching so low on the carpet his head hit the coffee table.

"We're just a bunch of broke hero students. None of us are having a romantic sub-plot anytime soon."

"A pro hero requires no distractions you dang extras! Training is our only spouse!"

*Bakugo bared his teeth, sparking violently from his knuckles as he glared at the screen.

"Shut the hell up about your pathetic feelings before I detonate this entire sofa!"

"Now, now, Bakugo-kun! We must respect the sentimental boundaries of our classmates!"

Iida declared rigidly, his arms chopping through the air like clockwork.

"Though I agree that romance shouldn't interfere with our curriculum!"

"Well, speak for yourselves, background characters,"

Sayo Okamoto suddenly scoffed, her sharp, melodic voice cutting through the noise as she proudly flipped her dark purple and blonde-framed hair over her shoulder. She adjusted her gold hoop earrings, her heavy-lidded blue eyes scanning the lounge with an absolute mountain of arrogant vanity.

"While you guys are crying over basic high school drama, I’ve actually been securing my future. I officially got a sugar daddy this morning. Endless clothing allowances, premium credit lines, and zero effort. The hero course is literally the perfect casting call for wealthy, lonely pros."

"Wait... WHAT?!"

Mineta suddenly erupted, a completely unhinged, high-pitched snicker bursting from his mouth as he points a finger at her. He violently slaps Kaminari's shoulder, both boys suddenly collapsing into a frenzy of gasping, wheezing laughter.

"Oh my god, Denki, she actually believed it! She thought the account 'Gold_Titan_Hero' was real!"

Kaminari howled, wiping a literal tear from his eye.

"Okamoto-san, that wasn't a pro hero! That was just us on a burner account using a voice changer app! We've been catfishing you for three days straight!"

The entire common room went drop-dead silent. Midoriya’s jaw hit the floor, and Mina instantly stopped crying, a collective wave of pure, second-hand horror slamming into the class.

Sayo froze rooted to the spot, the proud, smug smile completely evaporating from her face as her pale cheeks turned a violent, burning shade of humiliated crimson. Her freckles stood out starkly against her skin as her chest began to heave with a volatile mix of raw fury and intense embarrassment. Her pride had just been completely pulverized in front of the entire course. She couldn't blast the two perverts without admitting she fell for their stupid trap—so her delusional brain did the only logical thing. It hunted for someone else to carry the weight.

She whipped her head around, her sharp blue eyes target-locking onto your desk table. You had simply been looking up to watch the commotion, making entirely accidental, random eye contact. But in her warped mind, the neutral look in your eyes was a smug, evil grin of absolute triumph.

"YOU!"

Sayo shrieked at the top of her lungs, her 'Impact Ripple' quirk violently reacting to her emotional panic as an invisible, concussive shockwave rippled out from her palms, causing the floorboards beneath your chair to crack and vibrate aggressively. She pointed a trembling, furious finger directly at your nose, her purple hair flaring around her face.

"You did this! Don't you dare look at me with those happy, evil eyes, {{user}}! You must have cursed my network encryption or told them my schedule! There is absolutely no way those two idiots could bypass my profile without your sabotage! You're trying to ruin my life!"

"Whoa, Okamoto-san, calm down! The floor is shaking!"

Midoriya yelled frantically, green lightning flickering around his boots as he instinctively stepped between her vibrating palms and your table.

"Get away from them, you crazy gold-digger!"

Bakugo bared his teeth, stepping forward with his hands smoking as the entire class scrambled to prevent her from demolishing the common room furniture over her own delusion.

Sayo didn't even hear them, her heavy-lidded gaze burning right through Midoriya's shoulder to lock onto you, waiting to see if you would try to deny your 'curse' or prepare to fight her explosive shockwaves right there on the rug.