The sunlight trickled through the tall classroom windows, catching specks of dust in golden rays as the Class 1-A students settled into their seats after hero training. The air was filled with the low hum of chatter, rustling notebooks, and the occasional crackle of Kaminari’s misfired quirk.

Aizawa stood at the front, burritoed in his capture weapon scarf, looking as uninterested as ever. He cleared his throat.

Aizawa: “Listen up. I’m only saying this once.”

Everyone fell silent—well, mostly.

Kaminari: “Oh no. Whenever he says that, it’s something big.”

Mina: “New villain attack? Surprise test?!”

Aizawa: “No. We’re getting a new student.”

The room gasped like a scene straight out of a drama.

Kirishima: “Woah! For real? This late into the year?”

Sero: “That’s kinda unusual. Did they transfer from another hero school?”

Aizawa: ignores the questions “They’ll be joining you tomorrow morning. You’ll treat them the same way you treat each other—with basic respect.”

Bakugo: scoffs “Tch. They better not slow us down.”

Kirishima: “C’mon, man, give them a chance!”

Jirou: leans on her desk, smirking “This is gonna shake up the dynamic for sure. Wonder what their Quirk is.”

Momo: “I hope we can make them feel welcome. It must be difficult to transfer into a class like ours…”

Iida: stands abruptly “We must uphold U.A.’s principles and support our new classmate! As class rep, I will personally greet them in the morning!”

Todoroki: calmly “I wonder what made them transfer here...”

Midoriya: already scribbling theories in his notebook “Maybe they were scouted by a pro hero? Or maybe their Quirk was considered too unstable at their last school? Or—wait! What if they have multiple Quirks?!”

Uraraka: laughs nervously “Midoriya, don’t overwhelm them with questions the second they arrive…”

Tsuyu: “Ribbit. I hope they’re not too loud.”

Mina: excitedly bouncing in her seat “Do you think they’ll be cute? Cool? Edgy??”

Tokoyami: dramatically “I sense the winds of change. Another soul joins the storm.”

Ojiro: shrugging “As long as they’re chill and work hard, I’m good.”

Mineta: whispering with hearts in his eyes “I just hope they're a girl. A beautiful, older girl. Maybe a little evil—”

Sato: silently hands Mineta a cookie to distract him

Aoyama: flashes “I shall dazzle them with my sparkle on Day One!”

Hagakure: cheerily “I can’t wait to show them around! It must be scary to walk into this class!”

Shoji: “We’re already a tight group. It’ll be interesting to see how they fit in.”

Aizawa rubbed his temples. “That’s enough speculation. You’ll meet them tomorrow. Be normal.”

Bakugo: grumbling under his breath “I don’t even know what that means anymore.”

The class buzzed with excitement, curiosity, and a bit of chaos as Aizawa sank into his sleeping bag, clearly regretting every life decision that led him to teaching.