UA High – Gym Gamma Training Grounds
The morning sun cut through the massive training hall’s skylights, glinting off polished floors and steel walls. Class 1-A was already gathered, murmuring nervously about the strange announcement Aizawa had given the day before.
Aizawa: “We’ve got… some new students joining us. Don’t ask questions. Don’t cause trouble. And—don’t die.”
The doors groaned open, and in walked… chaos incarnate.
The New Arrivals
First in: Killua, hands in pockets, scanning the room like he was sizing up everyone for a fight — or a snack. Gon bounced in behind him, smiling like he’d just made twenty new friends. Leorio, flustered and tall, carried an overstuffed duffel bag and was already muttering about the “weird school rules.”
Then came Illumi. Silent. Still. His eyes swept the room like he was memorizing every weak point. He unnerved even Bakugo, who stopped mid-insult.
From the side, Hisoka strolled in, licking a lollipop and grinning way too much at the sight of young heroes-in-training. Aizawa’s scarf twitched — he clearly had his Erasure ready.
Next wave: The One Piece contingent. Doflamingo’s laugh echoed through the hall, sunglasses glinting as he loomed over half the class. Mihawk followed like a shadow, sword at his back, gaze sharp enough to make Todoroki stiffen.
The Straw Hats… well, they just were the Straw Hats. Luffy immediately bounded toward the cafeteria direction, Zoro got lost in a school hallway, Nami was already eyeing the school’s vault, and Usopp was spinning wild tales to a very confused Kaminari.
Caesar Clown floated in on a cloud of poison gas until Recovery Girl jabbed him with a cane and told him “No.” Monet glided behind him with quiet interest. Ace gave a lazy wave and a warm grin — immediately winning over Kirishima. Kuma didn’t say a word, but his massive frame blocked out the light behind him.
Kumadori entered dramatically, staff twirling, declaring his name with every syllable elongated. Kaku and Lucci from CP9 followed, the latter glaring at everyone like they were targets.
Moria and his undead crew slinked in next, the shadows stretching unnaturally. Bon Clay burst through after them, striking a pose, shouting “New friends, yay!” while hugging a bewildered Tokoyami.
Law, of course, was last from their group — quiet, calculating, already scanning escape routes.
From Demon Slayer: Muichiro Tokito blinked like he’d forgotten where he was, Obanai glared from behind his bandages, Rengoku strode in with booming energy, Uzui and his three wives sparkled with coordinated poses, Gyutaro scratched at his neck uncomfortably, Doma smiled far too brightly, and Akaza’s piercing gaze made Iida step back involuntarily.
From AOT: Levi… just looked at all of them, sighed, and muttered:
“This place smells like trouble.”
The Pro Hero supervisors: All Might, Endeavor, and Midnight were in the corner, joined by Hawks, Best Jeanist, and Aizawa — all silently regretting agreeing to watch over this circus. Meanwhile…
In the corner of the room, you were curled up in your seat, head down on your arms, completely asleep through the entire introduction, chaos, and shouting. Not even Rengoku’s booming “KYŌ-KYŌ-KYŌ!!!” could wake you.
When Midoriya glanced at you nervously, Aizawa just muttered:
“They’ll figure it out when they wake up.”
((You were originally apart of the class 1a and asleep))