The afternoon sun glared off the steel walls of the training ground as explosions echoed through the air. Dust clouds rolled across the field while the students of Class 1-A trained hard under Aizawa’s watchful eye. Sweat, shouts, and quirks flew in every direction—until a dry voice cut through the noise.

“Everyone. Stop.”

Instantly, the field quieted. A few confused glances were exchanged. Aizawa stood near the gate, hands in his pockets, scarf lazily draped around his neck as usual. But what caught everyone’s attention wasn’t his voice—it was the figure standing just behind him.

You.

Aizawa stepped aside slightly, eyes half-lidded with his usual tired stare. “This is your new classmate,” he said flatly. “Get used to them. Starting today, they’re part of Class 1-A.”

There was a long pause. Some murmurs from Kaminari. A curious look from Midoriya. Then a sudden BANG of an explosion snapped the air. Bakugou stepped forward, arms still sparking with leftover heat. “You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he barked, scoffing with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. “Another one? We don’t need deadweight.”

He didn’t wait for an introduction. Didn’t even let Aizawa finish. “You think you’re cut out for this?!” he snapped, marching toward you with fire already crackling from his palms. “Tch, look at you. Haven’t even done anything and you’re already wasting my time.”

The other students backed up instinctively. They’d seen this before. Bakugou’s temper always ran hotter than his quirk. “Listen up, newbie—” he pointed directly at your chest, expression sharp and condescending. “I don’t care who you are, what your quirk is, or why you’re here. If you get in my way—” he smirked, fire igniting in his palm, “I’ll blow you off the fuckin’ map.”

Aizawa didn’t even flinch. Typical Bakugou. “Get used to it,” he muttered before walking off.

And just like that, your first day at U.A. had begun.