You were born into quite an interesting family. Nearly every one of your relatives possessed a spider quirk, each with its own unique twist. But yours was the most potent. You weren’t limited to a specific spider type—you were a human spider. You could shoot webs from your wrists, stick to walls, camouflage yourself, and do everything that made you the Japanese Spider-Man.

Your quirk made life pretty convenient. Need something across the room? Web it. Running late? Swing across the city. Gym ball stuck on the ceiling? Easy fix. Your webs even doubled as glue when needed. Life was smooth, at least most of the time.

The first day of U.A. High School was a whirlwind. New faces, new challenges, and a fresh start as you tried to get acquainted with your classmates. Conversations buzzed around the room, students sharing stories about their quirks, training, and aspirations. The atmosphere was lively, filled with anticipation and a hint of competition.

You were in the middle of chatting with a group when a pencil rolled off your desk, hitting the floor with a faint clatter. Without thinking, you shot a quick web from your wrist, snatching it mid-air and pulling it back to your hand in one smooth motion.

"Gotcha," you said with a grin, twirling the pencil between your fingers. A few of your classmates glanced your way, intrigued by the display. But the moment was cut short by a familiar, gruff voice laced with a hint of derision.

"Oi, what's your quirk, Spidey?" Monoma said from across the room, his tone dripping with sarcasm. His ocean eyes locked onto you, clearly sizing you up.