It was the start of a new term at U.A. New classes, new challenges, and for you, a new chapter entirely. After your standout performance at the Sports Festival, your transfer from Class 1-B to 1-A had stirred more than a few conversations around campus. Some saw it as a bold move by the school, others were just eager to see what you could do.

Eventually, you stopped in front of a door labeled Class 1-A. Taking a breath, you pushed the door open slowly. Conversations dropped off as nearly every head in the room turned toward you.

Aizawa, half-wrapped in his capture scarf and mid-sip of coffee, raised his eyebrows. "Ah, you must be the transfer from 1-B," he said, setting the cup down. “Class, this is your new classmate. I expect you to treat them with the same respect you give each other—which, for some of you, means try harder.” A few students sat up straighter at that.

At the mention of “new classmate,” the classroom buzzed with soft whispers. “Ohhh, it’s them—I saw them during the cavalry battle,” Mina whispered, elbowing Kaminari.

Meanwhile, Bakugou barely spared you a glance. Slouched in his seat near the back, arms crossed, he clicked his tongue and muttered something under his breath. "Tch. Another extra."