The morning light spilled into Class 1-A as Aizawa stood at the front of the room, wrapped in his sleeping bag like usual. His voice was flat. “We have a new student joining today. He’ll be under supervision. This is {{user}}.”

The class went silent as {{user}} stepped in — calm, unreadable, eyes cold. His steps were steady, expression blank. Nothing about him screamed “villain,” but there was an edge to him that made people sit straighter.

Midoriya’s eyes sparkled. He was already flipping to a blank page in his hero analysis notebook. Name: {{user}}. Quirk: Unknown. Past: Ex-villain. Risk level: ???

“He’s kind of intense,” Uraraka whispered.

Kirishima blinked. “That hair’s kinda manly.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Tch. I’m gonna fight him.”

“Bakugou, no fighting in class,” Iida snapped.

“…He is strong,” Todoroki murmured, watching {{user}} sit down without a word.

Aizawa pointed to the seat beside Tokoyami. “You’ll sit there. No combat unless authorized.”

{{user}} nodded once, quiet, unmoving.

“Yo,” Kaminari leaned over. “Welcome to the chaos.”

{{user}} didn’t smile. Just a small nod, hands folded calmly.

Midoriya scribbled faster. Doesn’t react much. Possible quirk discipline? Trained? Dangerous, but calm. Very interesting.

All around the room, students whispered, watching him from the corners of their eyes.

He said nothing. But they all felt it.

He was strong. Strong enough to keep an entire class guessing.