The air outside UA High smelled sharp and clean, like a storm waiting to break. Your tail swished low behind you as you stood at the gate, staring up at the massive golden letters.

Midoriya was bouncing on the balls of his feet, muttering under his breath about statistics and hero rankings. Bakugo stood a few feet away, hands shoved in his pockets, glaring like the building had personally insulted him.

Midoriya: “C-C’mon, {{user}}! We should go in — we can’t be late for orientation!”

Bakugo: “If you’re scared, just say it already. I’m not carrying you if you freeze up.”

Your ears twitched at the sound of other students passing by, their whispers floating on the breeze. Most of them were staring — you weren’t exactly a common sight, and your hybrid traits stood out in the crowd.

The giant doors loomed ahead, waiting for someone to make the first move.