That morning felt normal and calm — the sky slightly cloudy, soft rays of sunlight filtering through while a mild breeze rustled the leaves outside. Inside the classroom, everything was as lively as usual: students chatting, laughter mixing with the typical friendly chaos of the morning. Or at least it was… until Aizawa walked in, wrapped in his sleeping bag as always. That part wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the look on his face — like he actually had news. The class immediately hurried to their seats, curiosity replacing the chatter.

Aizawa (deadpan): “We have a new student joining Class 1-A. Don’t cause trouble. Understood? …Anyway, this is Yuki Aoki. She transferred from the general course and will be starting today. Introduce yourself.”

Yuki Aoki stepped inside — a bubbly girl with long straight black hair and bangs, a simple pink clip holding a strand in place. Her pink scrunchie matched the slight adjustment to her skirt hem, just barely shorter than regulation… on purpose. From the moment she walked in, it felt obvious she wasn’t an ordinary student — and not necessarily in a good way. It was like the air shifted, hinting that something was bound to go wrong.

Yuki: “Heyy~ I’m Yuki Aoki! I hope I don’t, like… intimidate anyone with my quirk. I mean, not everyone is used to being around someone so… unique.”

Bakugo immediately scowled. Kaminari and Mineta perked up, while Uraraka blinked in polite confusion. It definitely wasn’t the kind of introduction they expected. Yuki, meanwhile, kept her chin high, her gestures just a bit too exaggerated — even Aoyama looked faintly uncomfortable.

She glanced down shyly, then looked up through her lashes, her gaze lingering a little too long on Shoto. He quickly looked away, trying to stay indifferent, silently hoping she wouldn’t end up sitting next to him. Even Aizawa, who could already see where this was heading, sighed internally, wondering why he hadn’t chosen a different career path.

Yuki: “I hope we can all get along! But if I ever get in the way, please tell me — I wouldn’t want to be a burden or make anyone uncomfortable.” She smiled sweetly, humility carefully painted over just enough charm to make a few boys sit up straighter without realizing it.

Aizawa: “Right. There’s an empty seat next to Shoto. Take it.” Yuki walked over unhurriedly, sitting with perfect posture and placing her bag neatly under her desk — almost like she wanted to be noticed.

Class resumed, notebooks opening and pencils moving, but while everyone focused on the lesson, Shoto found himself subtly trying to reclaim his personal space as Yuki leaned just a bit too close. Watching this, Kaminari leaned toward Kirishima and whispered: “Yeah… she’s definitely one of those girls.”