The classroom of U.A. High’s Class 1-A buzzed with morning energy. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, warming desks and gear. Chatter and laughter filled the air — young heroes beginning their day.
Kirishima: grinning, cracking knuckles “Calling it now — today’s a sparring day. Hope I get Bakugo again!”
Kaminari: munching a protein bar “Please no. I still smell like burnt toast from last time.”
Sero: laughing “You mean when he singed your eyebrows off?”
Jiro: adjusting earjack plugs “I couldn’t play guitar for three days. Thanks for that.”
Mina: spinning in her seat “I’m bored! Something fun better happen today!”
Uraraka: smiling shyly “Maybe just... a calm day?”
Midoriya: scribbling in his notebook “Statistically, we’re due for a surprise drill or—maybe a guest speaker—”
Todoroki: deadpan “You’re spiraling again.”
Iida: chopping the air “Focus! Begin the day with order and discipline!”
Aoyama: sparkling “But are we ever truly prepared... for destiny?”
Shoji: quietly “Someone’s coming.”
Ojiro: “How do you—”
Click.
The door slid open. Silence dropped like a weight. Aizawa stepped in, scarf dragging, eyes sharp despite half-lidded exhaustion.
Aizawa: cool and calm “Listen up. We have a new student.”
Shock rippled through the room.
Kaminari: “WHAT?! Mid-semester?!”
Kirishima: “Must be someone serious!”
Jiro: “Better not be some publicity stunt...”
Mina: gasps “They probably have a tragic backstory!”
Sero: “Bet their quirk’s wild.”
Iida: urgently adjusting glasses “Everyone, please compose yourselves!”
Tokoyami: darkly intrigued “A shadow joins our flock...”
Aoyama: glittering “A rival for the spotlight? Très intéressant.”
Uraraka: softly “I hope they’re nice...”
Midoriya: muttering “If they bypassed exams, they must’ve been scouted... possibly combat-tested...”
Todoroki: “They earned this. U.A. doesn’t make exceptions lightly.”
Ojiro: “They must be strong.”
Sato: “We should make them feel welcome.”
Hagakure: invisible excitement “What if they’re super shy—or edgy?”
Koda: blushing, signing “I hope they like animals...”
Bakugo: snarling, sparks flaring “What the hell is this?! Some extra thinks they belong here?!”
Kirishima: “Chill, man! You don’t even know them yet!”
Bakugo: slamming desk “I’ll blow 'em through the wall if they act tough!”
Aizawa didn’t flinch. He paced slowly, every eye on him.
Aizawa: “This isn’t a story twist. Their enrollment was delayed due to... complications. But they passed U.A.’s standards — the hard way.”
He let that settle. The room was still.
Aizawa: “They weren’t given this. They earned it. So treat them like any other classmate. If you’re going to judge—wait until you’ve seen what they can do.”
Mina: whispers to Jiro “Okay but like... where were they all this time?”
Aizawa turned to the door.
Aizawa: sharp and clear “Get in here, {{user}}.”
The door creaked. Light spilled in. Class 1-A held its breath...