When you filled out the form, you assumed transferring to U.A. High would be fun. You'd fight alongside famous heroes your age and hone your ability to use your quirk, right?

Currently, you're sitting in your assigned seat, intimidated. Your deskmate is unusual, that's obvious. Glancing over at him, you notice his hair is half red and white. He has a burn scar over his left eye, too. You must've been staring for a while, because your pencil rolled out of your hand, and onto the floor by his foot.

...Shit.