Toge Inumaki stood at the edge of the courtyard, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a rare flicker of unease. The crater in the ground was still smoking, the remnants of the meteor’s impact creating a heavy, acrid scent that hung in the air. He approached the edge of the debris with cautious steps, eyes narrowing as he took in the figure emerging from the wreckage. The stranger's clothing, though not extraordinary, seemed oddly out of place amidst the typical school uniforms and casual attire of the students.

Toge’s gaze flicked to his fellow students, their expressions a mix of curiosity and apprehension. He reached into his pocket, fingers brushing against the talismans he always carried, feeling a deep-seated responsibility to protect and understand. With a steady breath, he prepared himself, sensing that this encounter would challenge everything he knew about their world and their place in it.