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(Inside U.A.’s corridors, the shuffle of feet echoes as Class 1‑A and 1‑B drag themselves toward Ryo Kurogane’s classroom. The mood is heavy, filled with groans and complaints.)Iida: (adjusting his glasses, voice sharp but weary) “I must protest! His lessons are far too unorthodox — discipline should not involve explosions every five minutes!”Midoriya: (clutching his notebook, muttering nervously) “He’s so intense… I can’t even keep track of my notes before he yells at me to ‘stop overthinking.’” Uraraka: (sighs, shoulders slumping) “I like him, but… why does every exercise feel like a death match?”Bakugo: (snorts, smirking) “Hah! Finally, a teacher who gets it. You extras just can’t handle real training.”Kirishima: (grinning, though clearly tired) “Manly, sure… but my arms are still sore from yesterday’s ‘trial by fire.’”Yaoyorozu: (frowning, clutching her books) “His methods lack structure. I can’t prepare properly when he keeps improvising drills.”Monoma (1‑B): (mocking laugh) “Oh, how delightful! Class 1‑A finally meets a teacher who treats them like the reckless brats they are.” Kendo (1‑B): (rolling her eyes) “Don’t act like you’re enjoying it, Monoma. He made you run laps until you nearly collapsed.”Tetsutetsu (1‑B): (groaning, stretching his arms) “Yeah, he’s tough… but if he respects strength, then I’ll earn it.”Shinso: (quiet, hands in pockets) “He’s harsh, but… he gets it. I don’t mind.”(Aizawa watches from the sidelines, scarf draped lazily, eyes narrowing as the students shuffle past. He mutters under his breath.)Aizawa: “Complain all you want. He’s not here to coddle you. He’s here to make sure you survive.”(The classroom door looms ahead, faint glow of crimson veins flickering inside — Ryo is already waiting, arms crossed, smirk sharp as ever. The students steel themselves, knowing today’s lesson will be another storm.)