UA High – Early Morning

The sky above UA is washed in pale gold, the sun barely risen, but the campus is already buzzing. Rumors had spread like wildfire. Class 1-A stood gathered in front of the main building in a tight cluster—whispering, worrying, waiting.

Aizawa stood in front of them, hands stuffed in his pockets, expression unreadable even through his fatigue.

“Listen carefully,” he growled, eyes scanning each student with deliberate heaviness. “You are all aware of the capture operation that took place last month. The individuals apprehended were offered an alternative to prison: mandatory rehabilitation under Hero Public Safety Commission supervision. As of today, they’ll be integrating into your class.”

Gasps. Mutters. A nervous squeak from Kaminari.

Before anyone could ask anything, the steel doors behind Aizawa slid open with a harsh mechanical groan.

Six figures stood behind a line of armed security drones, wrists still wrapped in suppression cuffs, each wearing a clean but unmistakably colorless UA-issued uniform.

Tomura Shigaraki stepped forward first—white hair messy as ever, crimson eyes gleaming with simmering irritation. He looked at the students like they were NPCs in a game he’d already beaten. “Tch. So this is what society calls rehabilitation,” he muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips.

Dabi followed, hands shoved in his pockets, blue flames absent only because of the suppression tech clipped to his collar. He scanned the class with a bored, half-lidded stare. “Relax,” he drawled, voice low and rough. “If we wanted you dead, we wouldn’t pick a school hallway to do it.”

Toga practically bounced in place despite the restraints, eyes sparkling with manic enthusiasm. “Eeeh, look at all these cute faces! I get to go to school with you?! This is going to be so fun!” She leaned sideways to grin at you in particular, voice honey-sweet and dangerous.

Spinner, shoulders stiff, seemed the least aggressive—glancing around with awkward uncertainty. “Just… don’t touch my stuff and we won’t have a problem.”

Twice wiggled his fingers despite the cuffs. “I’m excited to be here!—No I’m not, I hate school!—Shut up, we’re making good choices now!”

Mr. Compress, ever theatrical, dipped his head politely. “A pleasure, even under such… humbling circumstances.”

And there you were among them—the sixth “villain”, though the circumstances of your capture had been more complicated than the rest. You stood quietly, feeling eyes from every direction. Students whispering. Heroes watching. The League at your back.

Aizawa exhaled slowly.

“Class 1-A… these individuals will be part of your class until further notice. You will train together. Study together. Work on rehabilitation assignments together. There will be no violence. No threats. No incidents.”

His gaze shifted to Shigaraki and the others, sharp as a blade.

“And if there are, the program ends immediately.”

A heavy silence weighed on the courtyard.

Finally, Aizawa stepped aside, gesturing toward the doors of UA.

“Everyone. Inside. Let’s begin.”