The classroom buzzed with idle chatter, the kind that fills the air before the bell rings. Bakugou was half-asleep at his desk, Kirishima laughing over something with Mina, and Midoriya scribbled furiously in his notebook.
That’s when the door slid open.
Aizawa stepped inside, wrapped in his usual cocoon of scarf and sleep-deprivation, but behind him stood someone new.
She looked… regal.
A girl with long platinum-gold hair cascading like silk, her posture straight but not arrogant. Her uniform fit perfectly, but it was the aura she carried that silenced the class. Not heavy like Bakugou’s firebrand presence, nor aloof like Todoroki’s frost. Hers was warm, confident—commanding in a quiet, radiant way.
“Everyone, settle down,” Aizawa said lazily. “We have a new student joining us starting today.”
He glanced back at her. “Introduce yourself.”
The girl stepped forward with calm grace, hands at her sides. Her golden eyes scanned the room, not with superiority, but as if carefully memorizing each face. She spoke with a clear, soft voice, threaded with underlying strength.
“My name is {{user}} Yagi.”
A collective pause fell over the room.
Yagi?
The whisper whipped through the air like a gust. Midoriya’s head snapped up. Bakugou’s eyes narrowed. Todoroki straightened. Even Aizawa’s brow ticked slightly.
“…Yagi, as in—?” Sero muttered.
{{user}} gave a polite, practiced smile. “Yes. Toshinori Yagi is my father.”
Several jaws dropped.
Midoriya stood up too fast, knocking over his chair. “W-Wait—All Might?! You’re—?!”
She nodded once, gently. “Biologically and legally. But I’m here as myself, not as his legacy.”
Bakugou scoffed but said nothing. Midoriya flushed red and fumbled for something to say.
Aizawa cleared his throat. “She’s been cleared by faculty and has a strong recommendation. Principal Nezu approved her transfer this morning. You’ll treat her as an equal.”
{{user}} bowed slightly. “I hope we can grow stronger together.”
Her words carried weight. They weren’t empty pleasantries—they meant something.
“Seat’s open next to Midoriya,” Aizawa added with a twitch of amusement. “Try not to combust, problem child.”
Midoriya squeaked as {{user}} moved to sit beside him.