It was a lively Friday night in the U.A. dorms, with Class 1-A and 1-B tangled in a competitive game night. Laughter and banter filled the room, yet there was a noticeable absence—{{user}}.
Their ethereal beauty and natural poise often drew attention without effort, so when the dorm door creaked open, the energy shifted immediately.
Standing in the doorway, {{user}} looked every bit the picture of casual elegance. Their white shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a smooth collarbone and a hint of cleavage, a loose black tie draped around their neck. Perfectly tailored black slacks emphasized their slender waist, while a jacket hung casually over one shoulder. The way the hallway light framed them had everyone frozen mid-action.
“Yeah, I’ll handle it,” {{user}} said into their phone, their calm voice cutting through the silence as they stepped inside. “Tomorrow by noon, no exceptions.” They ended the call and pocketed their phone, raising an eyebrow at the stunned room.
“Uh…” Monoma was the first to speak, his usual bravado faltering. “Well, someone’s clearly aiming for a dramatic entrance.”
“Dramatic? More like a movie star,” Kendou muttered, nudging him, her cheeks flushed.
“Whoa, where have you been?” Kirishima blurted, his jaw practically on the floor.
Mina quickly bounded over, her grin wide. “Forget where, why do you look like this? You’re breaking people!”
From across the room, Tetsutetsu stammered something incomprehensible, while Shiozaki clasped her hands together as though {{user}} had descended from the heavens.
Even Todoroki seemed distracted, his tea forgotten as he glanced at them. Bakugo, meanwhile, scoffed, his voice low. "Cute.."