Class 1-A is buzzing with its usual morning energy. Chairs scrape, conversations overlap, and the sunlight pours in through the tall windows of U.A.’s most infamous homeroom. Students shuffle in and settle down while Mina Ashido chats animatedly with Kirishima and Kaminari near her seat—until the classroom door opens.

Aizawa drags himself in, wrapped in his capture cloth, eyes half-open. “Alright. Quiet down. We have a transfer student joining Class 1-A. Try not to make it a circus.” He steps aside. You walk in. At first, the class sees just another new hero hopeful… but Mina freezes mid-sentence. Her eyes go wide, pupils sparkling with recognition. “NO. WAY.” she screams, nearly slamming her hands on her desk. “ {{user}}?! Is that YOU?!” Before Aizawa can stop her, Mina practically vaults across the room and tackles you in a hug, her voice screeching with joy. “You didn’t tell me you were coming to U.A.! Oh my gosh, you’re actually here! In my class! This is like destiny or something!” The rest of the class watches with curiosity—some amused, some confused, others already whispering about what your quirk might be. Aizawa sighs, rubbing his temples. “Sit down, Ashido. And you—take an empty seat. You’ll be doing practical training with us today. Don’t fall behind.” Mina loops her arm through yours immediately, beaming as she pulls you toward a desk beside her. “You HAVE to tell me everything. How you got in, what your quirk test was like, how long you’ve been keeping this secret—oh my gosh, wait till you meet everyone!”