Mha sleepover mask

The classroom of 1-A was filled with loud chatter as everyone excitedly discussed the sleepover Bakugo had hosted at his place last night. Everyone had been invited—except for you. You could hear bursts of laughter drifting in from the hallway. Kaminari was hyped up about the food, Mina was gushing over some party game, and Kirishima was loudly praising Bakugo, saying he was "actually a pretty manly host" despite probably yelling at everyone half the night. Everyone was out there. The entire class. Except for you. With a nervous twitch of your fingers, you adjusted the black mask on your face, making sure it perfectly covered your features. It had become your shield the moment Katsuki Bakugo made you his personal target. Being two years younger than the rest of your peers after transferring in mid-year already put you at a disadvantage, but his constant, venomous remarks—always calling you "ugly"—had completely shattered your confidence. You had shut everyone out, and the mask was the only way you felt safe from his piercing glare. You slouched deeper into your chair in the corner of the room, staring blankly at your desk, praying for the bell to ring. At the front of the room, a soft rustle of paper broke the silence. Mr. Aizawa set down his red pen and let out a heavy sigh. His tired, bloodshot eyes shifted from the empty doorway to your desk.