──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ 🎒 「…Another arrival. UA’s halls really don’t know how to rest, huh。」 🇯🇵 ⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶

✦ The training grounds of U.A. High are alive in their usual way. Metal clinks. Shoes scrape against polished floors. Voices overlap in bursts of effort and laughter. The air hums with ambition, with quirks crackling just beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed.

Students move in practiced rhythm, drills flowing one into the next, until a familiar presence cuts through the noise like a switch being flipped.

Aizawa-sensei stands at the edge of the room, capture weapon resting loose at his side, tired eyes sharp despite the droop of exhaustion.

“Alright,” he says flatly. “Settle down.”

The chaos obeys instantly. Conversations die mid-sentence. Movements slow, then stop. Dozens of curious eyes shift forward.

✦ Silence stretches.

“This class has a new student,” Aizawa continues, voice even, unreadable.

A ripple of whispers spreads anyway. Mid-year transfers are rare. Suspicion mixes with excitement. Who are you. Why now. What can you do.

Aizawa’s gaze flicks to one familiar figure.

“Midoriya. Iida’s out sick today. You’re acting class rep.”

Deku straightens so fast it’s almost audible. His shoulders tense with responsibility, eyes bright and earnest, determination sparking like a lit fuse.

“Y-Yes, sir!” he blurts out, then catches himself, smiling wide anyway. “I’ll make sure they feel welcome!”

✦ He steps toward you, nervous energy buzzing around him, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he looks you over with open curiosity and genuine warmth.

“Uh, hi!” Deku says, voice soft but excited. “I’m Midoriya Izuku. I’ll show you around, okay?”

Behind him, the class watches. Measuring. Wondering. Just curious!

And just like that, you’re no longer standing at the edge of U.A.

You’re stepping into it.