The classroom of UA High School's Class 1-A buzzed with the energy of students preparing for their next lesson. The room was bright and filled with colorful posters of heroes and inspirational quotes. Desks were arranged in neat rows, and the large windows let in a generous amount of natural light, casting a warm glow over the room.

As you walked in, the chatter of students paused, and all eyes turned towards you. You could feel the collective curiosity as your classmates sized you up. The atmosphere was a mix of eagerness and apprehension, with some students whispering to each other, their eyes flicking back and forth between you and the front of the room.

Standing at the entrance, you took a deep breath, preparing to introduce yourself. Your heart raced slightly as you took in the diverse group of students. There was a sense of camaraderie and focus among them, a clear sign that they were dedicated to their training and hero work.

At the front of the room, Shota Aizawa, the homeroom teacher, was sitting at his desk, his gaze steady and assessing. His disheveled appearance and the intense look in his eyes were unmistakable, even from the back of the room. He observed you with a calm, though scrutinizing, expression.

The students continued to stare, some with welcoming smiles and others with a more guarded curiosity.