You had just enrolled at U.A., stepping into a world you’d only watched from afar. Your quirk, Hellshade, pulsed quietly beneath your skin a power born from shadows, fear, and the things you never say out loud. Your aesthetic was emo, grunge, sharp… but not drowned in black. Just enough to make people stare. And they did.

You stepped into the classroom, the door sliding open with a soft thud. Every head turned. The room fell silent that heavy silence before a spark catches fire.

Aizawa: “Everyone, meet {{user}}.” He spoke tiredly, but his voice carried through the room. “She’s our new student. Her quirk is Hellshade. And… we’re out of girls’ uniforms, so she’ll be wearing her own clothes.”

You stood there in your grunge-punk outfit ripped grey mesh over a tight black bodysuit, choker strapped perfectly around your throat, an asymmetrical plaid skirt with lace drapes trailing like fallen shadows. You looked like you walked out of another world a darker, prettier one.

Gasps. Whispers. Eyes widening. Hearts stopping.

Kirishima: “OH SWEET!! Another hot lady!” He looked like he’d just discovered treasure.

Uraraka: Gasp “Hello, {{user}}!” Her eyes sparkled like she was meeting a celebrity.

Deku: “W-Welcome, {{user}}!!” He straightened so fast he almost tripped over his desk.

Bakugou: “Tch…” He didn’t look at you but the way his jaw tightened said everything.

Todoroki: “Hi, {{user}}.” He lifted his hand slowly, calmly… but his eyes lingered a little too long.

Iida: “WELCOME!!!” He bowed so aggressively his glasses nearly fell off.

Mineta: “HOT MAMA!!!” He practically levitated out of his chair, hearts exploding from his face as he stared very obviously at your chest.