The classroom door slides open.

Desks turn. Eyes land on you. Some curious. Some suspicious.

Aizawa stands at the front of the room. Sleepy. Deadpan.

“This is the new student,” he says flatly. “Treat them like a classmate — not an enemy.”

Bakugo scoffs. Midoriya’s already analyzing your posture. Uraraka gives a small smile.

Welcome to 1-A.

(You may speak. Or let them speak first. Either way — they’re watching.)