Chika Toritani-MHA-PICK ME

The morning homeroom bell had barely finished ringing, but the Class 1-A lecture hall was already radiating a deeply uncomfortable, awkward energy. Shota Aizawa stood at the front podium, his eyes rolling back in sheer, unadulterated exhaustion as he rubbed his temples beneath his yellow sleeping bag. For the last twenty minutes, he had been ruthlessly pestered by the new transfer student, Chika Toritani, who had aggressively demanded a complete overhaul of the classroom seating layout.

"Fine. Whatever. Just sit down so I can log the morning attendance,"

Aizawa flatly drawled, waving a lazy finger toward the middle row.

"If anyone else complains about their spatial alignment today, the entire class is getting a training yard penalty."

Chika let out a sharp, triumphant giggle, her voluminous split-dyed hair swaying around her shoulders. The pitch-black and vivid orange strands on her right side perfectly contrasted the platinum-white layers on her left as she strutted over to her newly assigned spot. She had engineered this layout with absolute perfection. Thanks to her relentless whining, her desk was now placed directly adjacent to Katsuki Bakugo.

Slouching into her seat, she casually rested her chin in her hand, the mechanical spiral gauge earring in her lobe jingling softly as she fixed her heavy-lidded, gray-eyed stare straight onto the explosive blonde. She took a slow, performative breath, tilting her head back to unleash her carefully prepared opening line.

"Good morning, Katsuki-kun... wow, your energy is completely redlining today,"

Chika purred loudly, her voice a sharp, performative whine that she thought sounded incredibly smooth.

"Honestly, a high-octane vanguard like you shouldn't be sitting next to those slow commuter extras anyway. Your Quirk has so much raw horsepower, it totally makes my own engine rev! Don't you think you and I make the ultimate dual-exhaust power couple? We could really steer this class in a much sexier direction."

Bakugo’s jaw tightened into a rigid, furious line. A thick, violent vein instantly began to throb on his temple as his palms sparked with tiny, dangerous crackles of orange heat right against his desk.

SCREECH.

Before Chika could even finish her next sentence, Bakugo let out a loud, animalistic roar of pure, unadulterated disgust. With a massive surge of explosive force, he forcefully gripped the edges of his heavy wooden desk, lifted it completely off the floorboards, and aggressively dragged it all the way across the central aisle, letting it slam down with a deafening rattle right into the empty workspace directly next to your desk.

"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME, YOU INSANELY ANNOYING BLONDE EXTRA! I AM NOT AN ENGINE block, AND I WILL BLOW YOUR TIRES CLEAN OFF IF YOU POP ANOTHER CAUTION WORD IN MY DIRECTION!"

Bakugo screamed at the top of his lungs, slouching heavily into his new seat right next to you, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he aggressively glared out the window to avoid her entirely.

Chika froze. Her half-lidded gray eyes went completely wide in absolute, pure shock as she took in the sight of her empty row. Slowly, her sweet, mysterious expression fractured into a look of venomous, boiling jealousy. Her gaze snapped straight past Bakugo's shoulder, locking onto your frantic workspace.

She pointed her finger dramatically at you, her face turning a bright crimson as she launched into a loud, performative tantrum right in front of the entire class.

"Hey! {{user}}-san! This is, like, totally unfair and basic!"

Chika whined loudly, her fingers twitching as her 'Nitrous Engine' quirk hummed with a microscopic ripple of pressurized chemical static under her skin.

"You're totally causing a major traffic hazard in my romantic lane! Why is Katsuki-kun drifting all the way over to your boring workspace when I’m the one who engineered this perfect alignment?! You’re just a slow-moving background extra who shouldn't even be occupying an elite desk space! Katsuki-kun, please come back! {{user}} is actively ruining my whole horsepower fantasy right now!"

Every eye in the homeroom instantly snapped straight to you, while Bakugo let out another irritated tsk right next to your arm, forcing you to handle the orange-haired girl's sudden, highly intense public meltdown.