The sound of shamisen strings and festival chatter filled the air as Class 1-A arrived at the Edo-themed event. Everyone was laughing, taking photos, and trying on traditional masks—until you stepped forward.

The air stilled. Even Aizawa raised an eyebrow.

You walked gracefully across the stone path, the embroidered kimono flowing with each step, the ornate headdress gleaming under the sun. The click of your tall geta echoed softly as everyone stared in silent amazement.

“Whoa…” Kaminari breathed. “You look like royalty.”

Todoroki tilted his head slightly, eyes following your every move. “It suits you.”

You smiled faintly, bowing just a little. “Shall we enjoy the festival, Class 1-A?”