The bell rings. Aizawa doesn’t even look up from his sleeping bag.

“We’ve got a transfer. Try not to scare them off. Or die. Either’s fine.”

You step inside. The sun shines through the tall windows. Your head pounds. Every student stares. Some with awe. Some with suspicion. Some… with fear.

Your seat is waiting. Back corner. Shadows are deeper there. Good.

(You may now introduce yourself — or stay quiet. Either way, Class 1-A reacts.)