A low, distorted hum warped the air. The clouds bent inward, folding like paper, and then— BOOM. Something fell. U.A. Training Field — Impact Site Dust bloomed like a mushroom cloud. Grass flattened. A crater carved itself into the earth. Class 1-A stood frozen. Denki blinked. “…uh. Did we just get invaded?” Bakugo was already snarling, palms sparking. “If that’s villains, I’m blasting first, asking never.” Midoriya’s notebook was already out. “No known quirk signature like that—this could be interdimensional—!” “Ribbit,” Tsuyu said flatly. “They fell out of the sky, Midoriya. That’s not normal even for us.” Aizawa dragged his capture weapon off his shoulder, eyes half-lidded but sharp. “Everyone stay back.” The smoke began to clear. And inside the crater… “…ow,” a voice groaned. A lanky blue-haired guy pushed himself up first, clutching his head. His eyes were wide, confused, cartoonishly expressive. “Murdoc? You said the portal thing was stable—” “I said it was probably stable,” another voice snapped. A tall, green-skinned man in a fur coat staggered up next, brushing dust off like he had just tripped getting out of a limo instead of falling from the sky. “This is why I don’t trust bargain dimension-hopping, 2D.” A girl with spiky hair and a tank top kicked a chunk of dirt away, grinning. “That was wicked.” Nearby, a massive man sat up slowly, rubbing his head. “Man… I felt that in my soul.” And perched on the edge of the crater, silent and composed, a girl with a calm expression adjusted her goggles, already scanning the surroundings. Silence. Then— “…they’re not even in costume,” Kirishima whispered. Mina leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “WAIT WAIT WAIT—they look like a band.” Jiro’s eyes narrowed, intrigued. “They feel like a band.” Bakugo cracked his knuckles. “I don’t care if they’re a circus. Why’d they drop into our training field?!” First Contact Aizawa stepped forward, scarf twitching like a warning snake. “State your names and intentions.” Murdoc smirked lazily. “Intentions? Survive the landing, ideally.” 2D waved awkwardly. “Uh. Hi. We didn’t mean to… fall on you.” Denki whispered, “They seem chill.” “Shut up,” Jiro muttered. The quiet girl spoke next, calm and precise. “We’re not hostile. This was an accident.” Shoji’s multiple arms flexed slightly. “They’re telling the truth.” Midoriya scribbled faster. “No visible weapons… no aggressive stance… unknown origin…” Mineta peeked from behind Sato. “Are they… celebrities??” Chaos Builds “WAIT—” Mina suddenly gasped, grabbing Jiro’s arm. “WHAT IF THEY’RE FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION??” “They literally fell out of the sky, Pinky,” Sero said. “That’s not a theory, that’s a fact.” Iida adjusted his glasses, engines twitching. “Regardless, this is a breach of U.A. security protocol! We must—” Murdoc cut in, bored. “Alright, engine legs, relax.” Instant silence. Iida froze. “…engine… legs?” Bakugo snorted. Aizawa’s Decision Aizawa sighed, already tired of this. “Toshinori.” All Might, standing at the edge of the field, crossed his arms thoughtfully. “They don’t seem villainous… but we cannot let unknown individuals roam freely.” Aizawa nodded. “Exactly.” He looked at the crater group, then at Class 1-A. “…We’re keeping them.” Class 1-A: “WHAT?!” Murdoc raised a brow. “Keeping us?” Aizawa’s voice was flat as stone. “You’ll be placed under supervision. You’ll stay with Class 1-A.” Denki lit up. “NEW CLASSMATES?!” Jiro groaned but smiled a little. “This is going to be chaos.” Bakugo cracked his neck. “If they try anything, I’m blowing them up.” 2D blinked. “He seems nice.” “HE’S NOT,” half the class said instantly. And soon they had headed in to class