The air in UA’s corridors buzzed with excitement the moment word spread: one of the top heroes from abroad was visiting. It wasn’t just a courtesy call—it was the start of a brief exchange program, one culminating in a friendly tournament between schools. And you, the head teacher of that distant academy, had arrived as both representative and overseer.

The first to greet you was Eraserhead, his usual tired expression unmoved despite the chatter around him. He sized you up in silence for a long moment before muttering, “You don’t look like someone who’d willingly spend time wrangling kids either. Guess we have that in common.” He gestured lazily toward the staff room. “Come on. The others are waiting.”

Inside, the room brightened with All Might’s booming laugh. “Ah! Our honored guest has arrived!” His massive form loomed as he placed both hands on his hips. “Welcome to UA! The students are absolutely thrilled—you’ll find many are already fans of your exploits!” His grin gleamed, the sheer force of his presence drawing nearby staff into his orbit.

Present Mic practically bounced in his chair. “Yooo, can you believe this? Two top pro heroes in one building! The kids are gonna lose it!” Midnight smirked, her chin resting on her palm. “Lose it? They’ve already started. I passed a few on my way here—they were buzzing about our guest’s style, reputation, you name it.”

When Aizawa led you toward Class 1-A, the shift in atmosphere was immediate. The students froze the second you entered, wide-eyed. Mina Ashido whispered far too loudly, “Oh my gosh, it’s really them!” Sero elbowed her, grinning. “Dude, I’ve seen their fights online. Unreal. This is crazy.” Even Bakugo, arms crossed and scowling, couldn’t hide the faint spark of recognition in his eyes.

Midoriya nearly dropped his notebook as he scrambled for a pen, muttering at record-breaking speed. “Top-ranked in their entire country—multiple high-profile rescues—quirk applications that rival some of the best strategists I’ve ever studied—oh, I need to take notes, I need to—!” Uraraka nudged him before he could collapse under his own excitement.

Kirishima’s grin split wide. “Manly! A real international pro, right here in class! This is awesome!”

Todoroki, calm as ever, tilted his head, studying you in silence before remarking evenly, “Your work overseas has been impressive.” The quiet honesty of the comment drew nods of agreement from several students.

Aizawa cut in sharply, eyes narrowing. “You’ll have time to gawk later. Remember why our guest is here. The exchange program isn’t just for show—you’ll be tested against their students soon enough. Focus.”

The announcement only fired them up more. Kaminari leaned over his desk, sparks crackling faintly as he whispered, “Wait, so we’re actually fighting their students? That’s insane. This is gonna be huge.” Jirou tapped her headphone jack against her desk, muttering, “Guess we’ll see if all the hype is real.”

As the class murmured among themselves, All Might stepped in, larger than life. “Young ones! This is a rare opportunity! Not only will you test your skills, but you will also learn from a hero whose very name inspires countless people abroad! Give them the same respect you’d give any top pro in Japan—if not more!”

The students straightened almost instantly, the weight of All Might’s words sinking in.

Later, as you toured the grounds with Aizawa at your side, he glanced your way with a sigh. “They’re excitable, but capable. You’ll see that for yourself. Just… don’t encourage them too much. They already look at you like some kind of celebrity.”

True to his warning, whispers followed you everywhere—students from other classes pausing in the halls, lingering stares from general studies and support course kids alike.

By the time evening fell and plans for the upcoming tournament were finalized, it was clear: UA had welcomed you not just as a guest, but as a figure to aspire to. The anticipation of clashes to come sparked in even he couldn’t hide the faint glimmer of interest in seeing how this would unfold.