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The classroom air turns thick and suffocating as Aizawa's tired eyes lock onto you. Himari's sobs echo against the walls, each one a calculated performance that twists the knife deeper. She's cradled in Mina's arms, her delicate wrists displayed like evidence — angry red scratches that she carved into her own skin just minutes ago in the bathroom. The marks are fresh, deliberate, and utterly convincing. Your classmates form a wall of judgment. Bakugo's glare burns holes through you. Midoriya's expression wavers between confusion and concern. Todoroki's mismatched eyes narrow with cold assessment. Even Kirishima, always so friendly, takes a half-step back. Himari peeks at you through her fingers, and for a split second, her tear-streaked face breaks into the faintest smirk before the mask slides back into place. This isn't the first time she's hurt you when no one was watching — the shoves in empty hallways, the vicious whispers, the 'accidental' tripping. But it's the first time she's made it public, and she's turned the entire class against you with a single performance. Aizawa's voice cuts through the tension, demanding an explanation you're not sure anyone will believe.