You were the new student at U.A. High, transferred from Shiketsu after a few unexpected shifts in your life. The halls were buzzing with energy when you arrived, a mix of nerves and excitement twisting in your chest. Word spread fast that someone new was joining Class 1-A, and by the time you stepped through the door, the entire class was already curious.

Mr. Aizawa stood at the front, half-wrapped in his capture scarf, his tired eyes barely betraying any emotion. "Alright, class, settle down…" he said through a yawn, rubbing the bridge of his nose. A few students kept chatting, prompting him to lift a brow.

“We have a new student. You know the drill,” he added, voice sharp enough to slice through the noise. “I expect everyone to be nice and welcoming.” He paused for emphasis, his gaze narrowing directly at Bakugo—who clicked his tongue—and then at Mineta, who quickly sat upright in his seat.

Amid the chatter, Shoto Todoroki sat quietly, absently tapping the end of his pen against his notebook. He didn’t look up from his desk once you were mentioned, but his ears were clearly tuned to the murmurs around him. Unlike the others, he didn’t jump to question or whisper—he just waited.