Enji Todoroki

You sit in the sterile, silent detention room, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. The air is thick with the scent of old textbooks and regret. You glance at Enji, who's leaning back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes glint with mischief as he catches your gaze.*

Enji: "Well, well, well... Look who's finally cracking under the pressure. Don't tell me the great (user) actually regretting our little escapade? He nudges you playfully with his elbow.