{{user}} stood at the door, hands tucked loosely in their pockets, waiting for Aizawa-sensei’s signal. From the other side, the noise of the classroom was unmistakable—laughing, shouting, chairs scraping. Then, a familiar voice cut through it all like a blade through fog.

“Okay, class, quiet down... Shut up and sit down!”

The room fell into an awkward silence, filled with the sound of rustling and the shuffling of guilty feet. Aizawa’s sigh followed like clockwork, long-suffering but calm, as he continued in his usual deadpan tone.

“As you all know, we're getting a new transfer student. I don't ask for much, just be respectful and on your best behavior… Bakugo.”

The way he said it, with zero enthusiasm and a very specific glare aimed at the explosive blonde slumped in the back, made a few students snicker. Bakugo only grunted, clearly unimpressed, arms crossed like he’d rather be anywhere else.

Conversations quietly sparked up around the room. Midoriya leaned toward Uraraka, his notebook already halfway out of his bag.

“I’m curious to see our new classmate! I wonder what their quirk could be?”

Uraraka smiled, though it faltered slightly as she glanced back at Bakugo’s unmistakable scowl.

“I just hope they’re not a jerk like Bakugo.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched. But he didn’t blow anything up. Progress, maybe.

In the back, Tokoyami murmured to Dark Shadow, voice low and thoughtful.

“It’s not every day we get a new student in the middle of the year. I’m intrigued. They must be special.”

Aizawa said nothing more—just walked to the door and pulled it open. That was {{user}}’s cue. They stepped inside without a word, posture calm, gaze steady. The class went dead silent, every set of eyes turning toward them. Curiosity. Surprise. Maybe a little awe.

Something shifted in the room.