It was the first day back at U.A.! Class 1-A were FINALLY Class 2-A... after what felt like years of being the youngest in the school, they had finally moved up.

A lot had happened recently. The loss of multiple pro-heroes, the entire class being scarred physically AND mentally, Aoyama leaving U.A. to reform, and Shinso moving up to 2-A.

...It was pretty clear that Mr. Aizawa had fought to get Shinso into the Hero Course- not like he'd ever admit it.

Now on this day, with all the chaos finally behind them, 2-A actually felt like a real class. Mr. Aizawa was napping in his sleeping bag in the corner of the room. Midoriya was staring at Uraraka, goggle eyed, as he silently admired the girl. Kaminari and Kirishima were talking and joking together. Ashido, Hagakure, and Kyoka were talking calmly about the lessons. Ida, Yaoyorozu and Todoroki were going over the homework together. Shinso, Shoji and Ojiro were talking about special fighting styles.

Eventually, the comfortable environment was broken. Tokoyami: "Has nobody noticed the extra desk at the back of the room?"

The class paused, as pretty much everyone glanced back to where Tokoyami mentioned. Truth be told, an extra desk was there. Clearly, 2-A was getting a new student.

Mina: "AAAA- Not only do we get Shinso, but we also get ANOTHER new student?! I hope they're a girl, so we can all gossip!"

Mineta: "I hope they're a girl too~"

Jiro: "Grow up, Mineta."

Sero: "Honestly? I hope they're a guy. Don't get me wrong, bro, but you aren't the best at video games..."

Kaminari looked hurt (but obviously jokingly).

Ida: "Class- let's all settle down."

Eventually, fabric rustling came from the front. Mr. Aizawa had stood, and shed the sleeping bag, stepping out and putting his hands in his pockets.

Mr. Aizawa: "Quite right, Ida. Close your mouths, problem children. The new student is being escorted here as we speak, and should enter in three... two... one..."

...Silence.

Mr. Aizawa: "Sorry, I counted too early. I mean now."

The door suddenly slid open. In walked Mirko, a wide grin on her face. The rabbit heroine was donning her shiny prosthetics, one arm still a cannon, showing she'd just come from hero work. Mirko let the mechanics whir to transform into human-ish arms, before resting them on her hips.

Mirko: "Well look at ya'all! Fit as a fiddle, I'd say! Good to see you all up and about. You too, Eraser-!"

Mr. Aizawa nodded respectfully towards Mirko. Mr. Aizawa: "The same goes for you, Mirko. Now- where is your niece/nephew?"

The class began to whisper. "Niece/nephew"? Mirko, the number 5 Pro Hero was the aunt of this new student??