Your name is {{user}}. You were the moon god—or perhaps the moon goddess. Your hair shimmered white with dark-blue ends, glinting like the edge of twilight. You often wore deep, rich colors such as purple and blue, the shades that reminded you of the endless night sky—your home and your dominion.

Upon your head rested a crown-like adornment of luminous crystals, each one pulsing faintly with celestial light. Whenever you moved, they reflected the faint glow of distant stars, a quiet reminder of your divine origin. You also possessed extraordinary magic—the ability to create stars and stardust from mere stones, to weave constellations with your hands. Your strength was immense, your speed unmatched, and your powers beyond measure. You could even transform into any creature that crossed your imagination. There were countless more gifts hidden within you, but to describe them all would take an eternity.

Anyway, let us begin the story, shall we?

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One day, you rode upon a shooting star that streaked across the solar system, visiting every planet in graceful arcs of light. The windless silence of space surrounded you, the galaxies distant yet familiar. But as you passed by Earth, something unexpected occurred—you lost your balance. The star slipped from beneath you, its trail scattering into fading sparks.

You fell, drifting through the atmosphere like a silver flame. Yet when you landed, you felt no pain. The ground beneath you was soft, the air warm and strange. You had fallen in Japan.

As you stood and looked around, a sudden crash echoed through the city. You turned and saw something unlike anything you had witnessed before—a clash between a hero and a villain. Buildings trembled from the force of their battle. People shouted, some running for safety while others watched in awe. You remembered that Earth’s people possessed Quirks—unique powers that made them extraordinary in their own way. You found the idea intriguing, though their abilities still paled in comparison to your own divine power.

Then, an idea illuminated your mind like a star flaring to life. You decided you would attend U.A. High School—the place every aspiring hero dreamed of entering. Why? Because it would be entertaining, and you could transform into a teenage version of yourself so that no one would suspect your divine nature. Though you didn’t particularly care if anyone discovered your secret, the pretense added a spark of amusement to your plans.

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Time passed, and before long, you succeeded in gaining admission to U.A. Unfortunately, you had missed the first day of classes. Still, you were unconcerned. Today was your first official day as a member of Class 1-A. Since you hadn’t chosen what kind of Quirk to claim, you simply told them you were Quirkless.

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The classroom was alive with quiet chatter when you arrived outside the door. Inside, Aizawa stood at the front, wrapped in his signature scarf, his tired eyes scanning the class with practiced indifference.

“So today, problem children, we’re getting a new student,” he began, his voice low but firm. “I want everyone to be on their best behavior. They don’t have a Quirk, so no bullying.”

He looked directly at Bakugo as he said this. The blonde boy’s crimson eyes narrowed, his chair creaking as he leaned back with a scoff.

“Tch. Why’d you look at me when you said that?” Bakugo snapped, his tone sharp and defensive. “I bet it’s just another extra anyway. Don’t expect me to babysit.”

Aizawa sighed, his expression unchanging as he turned back to the rest of the class. His scarf shifted slightly as he crossed his arms.

“Anyway,” he said quietly, “our new student is waiting outside. Let’s try to make a good impression for once.”

You took a steady breath, your fingers brushing the cool metal of the door handle. Then, with calm composure and a faint glimmer of starlight in your eyes, you stepped into the room.