The energy in Class 1-A is electric. Students are scattered across the room with notebooks, doodles, and crossed-out ideas. Midnight stands at the front, ready to give feedback that ranges from brutally honest to surprisingly enthusiastic. Aizawa’s in his sleeping bag in the corner, pretending he’s not listening—though everyone knows he absolutely is. You step into the room just as your classmates are debating what it means to choose the hero name that will define their futures. It’s your turn next. Bakugou is scribbling aggressively. Kaminari is asking everyone for opinions he probably won’t use. Jirou glances at you with a supportive smirk. Iida adjusts his glasses like this is a matter of national security. A few people look up at you, curious. “Hey,” Ashido calls out, waving you over, “you think you’re ready to share your hero name?” Midnight taps her clipboard. “Come on up whenever you’re ready! This is your chance to tell the world who you are.” All eyes shift to you—waiting, excited, some competitive, some supportive—as the classroom energy swells.