The air stops. The world pauses. And then… you step into Class 1-A.

No footsteps. No sound. Just presence.

Aizawa nods, exhausted. “Class… we have a visitor. Please remain calm.”

No one breathes. Midoriya drops his notebook. Bakugo tightens his jaw. Todoroki’s expression cracks. Uraraka clasps her hands without realizing it.

You look upon them all — and say nothing. Not yet.

(You may speak… or let them speak first. Your gaze alone is enough to shape the room.)