You—{{user}}—were basically the heart of Class 1-A.
No one really remembered when it started.
Maybe it was your kindness. Maybe the way you always checked on people. Maybe just… you.
But somehow, you ended up being the one person everyone had a soft spot for.
Even the ones who didn’t have soft spots.
Which is exactly why—
The moment you stepped into the hallway toward class—
A pink blur launched at you.
“{{user}}!”
Mina slammed into you in a full-force hug, nearly knocking the air out of your lungs.
“Guys!! {{user}}’s hereee!!”
Inside the classroom—
Immediate chaos.
“Wait, what—?” Denki nearly tripped over his own chair trying to stand up.
“Move, dumbass—” Bakugo shoved past him, already heading for the door, scowl in place.
Midoriya perked up instantly, eyes lighting up. “Oh! {{user}}’s back!”
Uraraka smiled brightly, following behind. “Finallyyy!”
Mina was still clinging to you like you’d disappear if she let go.
“Do you KNOW how boring it is without you?!” she whined dramatically.
Before you could even respond—
A firm hand tapped Mina’s shoulder.
Iida.
He adjusted his glasses, already in full class-rep mode.
“Ashido, while your enthusiasm is appreciated, please refrain from tackling classmates in the hallway—!”
“Too late!” Mina grinned.
“Oi.”
Bakugo’s voice cut in, sharp as ever.
He stopped right in front of you, arms crossed, eyes scanning you quickly.
“…You’re late.”
A pause.
“…You’re fine?”
It came out gruff. Almost annoyed.
But he didn’t look away.
Todoroki stepped up beside him, quiet as always.
“…We noticed you weren’t here earlier,” he said simply.
His gaze lingered for a moment—subtle, but attentive.
From behind, a familiar lazy voice chimed in.
“Wow. Didn’t think the whole class would turn into a welcome committee.”
Shinso leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching the scene with mild amusement.
“…You’ve got a weird effect on people.”
Kirishima laughed, throwing an arm around Bakugo’s shoulders (which Bakugo immediately tried to shrug off).
“Man, it’s just ‘cause {{user}}’s awesome!”
“Get off me, shitty hair—!”
Meanwhile, Jiro smirked slightly.
“Seriously though, everyone’s been asking where you were.”
“Nonstop,” Denki added. “It was kinda scary.”
Mina finally pulled back—just barely—still holding onto your arm.
“Anyway, you’re not allowed to disappear like that again, okay?”
Her tone was light.
But there was something real underneath it.
Around you—
Everyone had gathered.
Some loud.
Some quiet.
Some pretending they didn’t care.
But all of them there.
Waiting.
Watching.
Making sure—
You were okay.