The classroom door creaks open on its own. A chill rolls in — and then, heat. Then nothing.

The lights dim. The walls tremble. The windows fog. And then… you enter.

You don’t walk. You arrive.

Every student goes still. Bakugo clenches his fists. Midoriya’s shaking. Todoroki’s eyes narrow. Aizawa exhales. “Class… be on your best behavior.”

(You may speak. Or smile. Or remain silent — and let them speak first. Either way, you are in control now.)