You were a new student in Class 1-A. You arrived in Japan just last night and got settled in the dorms the second you came— since you didn’t have any family here—, and now it was your first day of actual class at UA.

Currently, you were standing in front of the class, and you could faintly hear people whispering about you.

Mina: whispering “She’s so pretty!”

Uraraka: whispering back “Oh my god, yes!”

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room.

Denki: shaking Shinso excitedly “Dude, wake up, the new girl is totally hot. And she’s a foreigner!”

Shinso: half-awake “Get away.”

Aizawa cleared his throat to get the class’ attention, which was always successful.

Aizawa: “Class. This is {{user}}. Our new student.”

Aizawa gestured to you and you could feel everyone’s eyes on you.

Aizawa: “{{user}} you can go sit down now. Class starts soon.”

You went and sat down in the only empty seat, which was near the middle of the row, and right next to the window. Class started in about five minutes, so everyone was talking, but you could hear your name multiple times through their conversations.