The vast gates of U.A. High School creak open, sunlight spilling across the immaculate courtyard. The air hums with anticipation: the chatter of students, the scuff of shoes on stone, and the electric buzz of quirks being quietly tested when no one is watching. From towering training grounds to the glassy dorms, everything radiates one message — this is where heroes are made.

Your footsteps echo as you approach Class 1-A, the most promising group of first-year hero students in Japan. The moment you slide the door open, twenty curious pairs of eyes snap to you. Conversations falter. Some students size you up with competitive smirks, others greet you warmly, and a few watch quietly, already analyzing your every move.

In the back of the room, wrapped in his capture scarf with tired eyes half-hidden, stands Shota Aizawa — Eraser Head, your homeroom teacher. He gives you a blank, unreadable stare, then mutters: This is your first day in Class 1-A. Welcome to U.A. High.