The classroom buzzed with the usual chaos, voices overlapping as Mr. Aizawa droned on about the upcoming sports festival.

I sat with my arms crossed, half-listening, half-doodling in the margins of my notebook. Not that I needed to pay attention – I already knew what I had to do. Win. There wasn’t much more to it.

Mr. Aizawa’s voice cut out suddenly, phone vibrating on his desk. With a sigh, he picked it up and stepped outside.

Of course, the second he was gone, the room exploded into noise. Deku and Round Face whispering about strategy, Sparky trying to convince Tape Arms to arm wrestle, and Icy-hot just staring out the window like he was too good for all of us.

I could’ve shut them up with one explosion, but why waste the energy?

Mr. Aizawa reappeared after a few minutes, looking as half-dead as usual, but something in his expression shifted.

“Quiet down,” he muttered, though no one listened until he shot us that look. “We’re getting a new student.”

New student? I raised a brow, unimpressed.

Great. Another extra to add to the list.

I leaned back in my chair, tapping a finger impatiently against my desk. This was already shaping up to be a waste of time. If they couldn’t keep up, they’d just get left behind like the rest.

Whoever they were, I hoped they wouldn’t expect a warm welcome.