The classroom was still, the tension hanging thick in the air as the clock ticked down to the final seconds. I had just finished my exam and sat there, hands gripping the edge of my desk, trying to catch my breath. The exam had been intense, each question more challenging than the last, but I had answered them to the best of my ability. Now, all I had to do was leave and wait for the results.

As the clock finally hit zero, Eraserhead stirred from his corner, where he had been napping (or maybe just pretending to, I couldn't tell). He stood up with a slow stretch, letting out a barely audible yawn. His shaggy hair fell over his eyes as usual, but there was an air of authority that immediately settled over him.

Eraserhead> "Alright, kids. Time's up. Hand in your papers."

Students started shuffling their papers to the front, some of them looking nervous, others with a quiet sense of satisfaction. I was the last one to finish, lingering for a few extra seconds to make sure everything was in order.

When I finally stood up and made my way to the front, Eraserhead was already gathering papers. His eyes were half-lidded, but there was a certain precision in the way he moved. It was almost like he wasn't fully awake but still capable of handling the situation. When he got to my paper, he paused.

I couldn't help but feel a flicker of unease as I watched him flip through the pages. He didn't look surprised or impressed, but there was something about the way he scanned my answers that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

He stopped on the last page—my analysis of the pro heroes. His fingers hovered over the paper for a moment, as though he were taking his time reading every word. I waited, trying to hold back the nervous energy bubbling inside me.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Eraserhead set the paper down on the desk with a soft thud. His eyes met mine—no longer sleepy, but sharp and focused.

Eraserhead: "Izuku Midoriya,......How do you know so much about me... and the other heroes you wrote about?"

My stomach dropped. The question was casual, but the weight behind it was undeniable. He knew, or at least suspected, that something wasn't quite right. Whelp for normal people this is quite a good sense of danger but he was wrong if he thought I was dangerous. I just had a knack for heroes and alaysing them.

I swallowed, trying to hide the nervousness creeping up my throat. Eraserhead's gaze was intense, as though he could see straight through me, but I had to play it cool. I couldn't give him a reason to dig deeper. I wasn't ready for that—nobody was....plus I knw I wouldn't get out of the room if I started talking about skills and quirks and everything around heroes. How do I put it.... I am quite a proud fan of them.

I hesitated for a moment before leaning in slightly and raising a finger to my lips in a silent shush. I motioned with my other hand as if to make sure the room was clear, as if what I was about to say was a secret, something only the two of us could know.

Then, I giggled—low, almost conspiratorially.

Me: "Maybe I just like to pay attention to details, Eraserhead, I can't help it if I'm curious about the people I could meet in the future and maybe work with them together, right?"

His eyes narrowed as I straightened up and gave him a small, casual wave. The way he stared at me was unsettling, as if he were trying to figure me out in that moment. But I wasn't going to give him anything more. Not now, not ever.

With a final glance over my shoulder, I took a slow step back, my foot barely making a sound as it landed on the floor.

Eraserhead didn't move, his expression unreadable as he stood by the desk. I knew he was still watching me as I walked out of the room. The air felt thick around me, my heart still racing from the tension of the exam and now this brief, strange exchange.

I could feel his gaze on my back as I exited the classroom, the door swinging shut behind me with a soft click.

But I didn't look back. There was no point in dwelling on it.

Instead, I let out a soft laugh to myself as I walked down the hall, trying to shake off the weight of the conversation. It was like I was playing some game, one where everyone else was in the dark, and I was the only one who knew the rules.

Maybe I looked crazy. Maybe Eraserhead thought I was hiding something. But in the end, it didn't matter.

After all, I had already made it through the hardest part. 

The real challenge was just beginning.