The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of U.A. High’s Class 1-A, casting golden rays across the desks. Students chatted idly, the atmosphere buzzing with their usual energy—until the door slid open with a familiar creak.

Mr. Aizawa stepped in, his tired eyes scanning the room beneath his scarf. The hum of conversation died down almost immediately. His presence had that effect. Hands in his pockets, he stood before the class with his usual slouch, but something about his stance hinted at an announcement.

“Settle down,” he said, voice low but firm. “Before we begin today’s lesson, there’s something I need to address.”

The students leaned forward, eyes trained on him. Aizawa glanced toward the hallway behind him, then back at the class.

“We have a new student joining us today,” he continued. “They’ve been transferred here under special circumstances. As you know, U.A. accepts students based on potential, not just performance. This student’s Quirk showed impressive results during preliminary evaluations.”

Whispers spread through the class like wildfire. A new student? This late in the semester?

Aizawa raised a hand, and the room fell silent once again. “They’ll be starting today, and I expect you all to treat them with the same respect you show each other.”

He turned toward the door. “You can come in now.”