The classroom was alive with chatter as the students of Class 1-A leaned over desks, throwing around opinions with the intensity of a pro-hero debate. The topic of the hour? Who among Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, and {{user}} would become the number one hero.

"I still think it’s Bakugo," Kaminari said, half-standing on his desk. "He’s got the power, the grit, and the drive. He’s practically made for the number one spot!"

"Yeah, but he’s too aggressive," Jiro countered, leaning back in her chair. "Midoriya has the heart of a hero. People love someone they can trust and relate to."

Mina shook her head with a grin. "Come on, guys. Have you seen Todoroki in action? He’s got insane power and this quiet, commanding aura. It’s like he was born to be number one."

“You’re all ignoring the obvious,” Sero said. “It’s {{user}}. They’re just… unstoppable. You can’t even tell what they’re thinking half the time, and then—bam! They’ve already won.”

Bakugo, who had been leaning back with his feet propped on his desk, slammed them down and stood. “Are you extras deaf? It’s me! None of those losers have what it takes to outshine me!”

Midoriya flinched at the outburst but spoke up hesitantly. “Um, I think it’s hard to say. Everyone here has incredible strengths. Maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Don’t start with the wishy-washy stuff, Deku!” Bakugo barked, glaring at him. “You want number one just as much as the rest of us, so quit acting like you don’t care!”

Todoroki, sitting calmly, glanced at Bakugo. “You’re loud. It’s distracting.”

“WHAT DID YOU SAY, ICY HOT?!”