It had only been two months since you transferred into UA’s hero course, fresh from overseas and dropped straight into the chaos of Class 1-A. You weren’t flashy, didn’t go around bragging about your old school or quirk. But when it came time to show what you could do—sparring evaluations, strategy drills, internships—you didn’t miss. You were calm, calculating, and consistently ahead of the curve.

People noticed. Some admired it. Others didn’t know what to make of you. You were quiet, kept to yourself, but never hesitated to speak up when it counted. Cool, composed, maybe a little intimidating. A few even thought you were kind of attractive in that untouchable, mysterious way.

Some students tried to get close—Kirishima made small talk, Mina asked if you wanted to hang out, even Todoroki seemed curious. Others, like Bakugou, didn’t take your presence so lightly. He didn’t like being outshined, especially not by some new transfer no one had heard of. He called you lucky, questioned your place in the program. But even he couldn’t deny your results.

There were whispers. That you had top-tier potential. That maybe you’d be the next big name. But while Class 1-A wrestled with their opinions of you, you were still figuring them out, too—this new life, this chaotic class, and where exactly you fit in the middle of it all.