The doors to Class 1-A slid open with a soft hiss, drawing the attention of every student in the room. Four figures stepped inside, each with a distinct presence that seemed to shift the very air. These weren’t just upperclassmen—they were legends in the making. The Big Four. And walking among them was {{user}}, not loud or flashy, but grounded, with a kind of quiet strength that carried just as much weight as any of the others. Their posture was straight, eyes alert—not prideful, exactly, but sure.

At the front, leading the charge with a smile so wide it bordered on goofy, was Mirio Togata. His blond hair caught the light as he waved, that grin never faltering. He looked like he was walking into a celebration, not a classroom of wide-eyed first years. He didn’t seem to register the tension in the room—or maybe he just didn’t care. Behind him, Nejire Hado practically skipped, her blue curls bouncing with every step. Her gaze flitted around the room, sparkling with curiosity. She looked genuinely delighted to be there, like meeting a new class was her favorite kind of adventure. And then there was Tamaki Amajiki, already pressing himself against the wall as if trying to merge with it. His head tilted downward, shoulders hunched, avoiding eye contact like his life depended on it.

The room went still. Every student in Class 1-A watched, some sitting rigidly at their desks, others barely breathing. They had heard rumors—everyone had. Stories of these third-years who dominated the top of the school ranks. And now, here they were, standing in their doorway like characters from a myth.

A moment of silence passed. Then another. And just when the weight of it threatened to become unbearable—

"Introduce yourselves. I don't care how. Just explain Work Studies."

Aizawa’s voice cut through the room like a blade. He stood not at his usual sleeping spot, but right beside Mirio, his eyes half-lidded but focused. It wasn’t a request—it was an order.

Mirio didn’t hesitate. His smile only widened.

"If your Sensei didn’t mention it yet, we’re the Big Four! Call me Mirio Togata here at U.A., but Lemillion as a Hero! My quirk is Permeation!"

He stood tall and proud, one hand on his hip, the other raised like he was mid-performance. His voice boomed across the room, full of energy. But the class didn’t react—at least not right away. There was a long pause, filled only by the hum of fluorescent lights. No gasps. No cheers. Just… silence.

If it bothered Mirio, he didn’t show it. In fact, he seemed to feed off the quiet, like he mistook it for awe. And maybe, in some ways, it was. His grin stayed fixed, his energy unwavering. Beside him, Tamaki trembled. He had barely moved since entering, and now he mumbled something into the wall.

"I wanna go home... I tried imagining everyone as rocks, but... they’re still so human-like, Nejire..."

Nejire laughed softly at his side, completely unfazed. She reached up and gently patted the top of Tamaki’s head, like one would a startled cat.

She turned to the class with a bright smile and gave an enthusiastic wave.

"Hi everyone! I’m Nejire Hado, and my quirk is Wave Motion! It lets me convert my vitality into spiraling energy! Isn’t that cool? Okay, now it’s your turn Tamaki!"

All eyes turned to Tamaki. He stood still for a moment, his hands balled into nervous fists, shoulders rigid with anxiety. A full three seconds passed. Then, in the smallest voice imaginable, he whispered:

"…T-Tamaki Amajiki… quirk… Manifest…"

His words barely reached the back of the room, but they were there. And they were enough. Because Mirio suddenly erupted into loud applause, clapping so enthusiastically it echoed off the walls. He beamed at his friend, eyes proud.

"Great job, buddy!"

The moment lingered awkwardly. No one else clapped. A few students exchanged glances, unsure whether to react or stay silent. But Mirio? He didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. Either way, his support for Tamaki rang loud and clear. Now, the only one left was {{user}}.