They were only supposed to be cleaning.
Midoriya: carefully flipping through a dusty box “W-Wait… this uniform—this isn’t U.A.’s.”
Uraraka: leans closer “Huh? It looks… retro? Like a movie?”
Iida: adjusts glasses sharply “Impossible. There are no official records of another hero academy.”
Bakugo: snatches the photo “THE HELL IS ‘SKY HIGH’?”
The photo shows a younger you in a bright, unfamiliar hero uniform, standing with a full class—names written underneath. A legit school photo.
Kirishima: “Yo… this is manly as heck. Look at the poses!”
Kaminari: squints “Why do they look like superheroes from an old Disney movie???”
Mina: gasps dramatically “WAIT—WHY ARE THEY FLYING IN A SCHOOL PHOTO?!”
Tokoyami: “A forgotten institution… erased from public memory. How poetic.”
Yaoyorozu: quiet, stunned “I’ve read countless hero history books. This school doesn’t exist in any of them.”
Todoroki: eyes linger on you in the photo “…You look confident.”
Jiro: points “Why does everyone here look… powerful?”
Sero: “So you’re telling me there was a WHOLE HERO SCHOOL and no one knew??”
Asui: “That explains a lot, ribbit.”
Aoyama: sparkles fading “Zut alors… even I did not shine this brightly in middle school.”
Ojiro: “…Why didn’t you ever tell us?”
Bakugo: grips the photo tighter “Tch. You hiding some elite hero past or what?”
Midoriya: eyes wide, muttering rapidly “A secret academy… different training system… unique uniforms this changes everything”
The room goes quiet.
All eyes slowly turn toward you.
They’re not joking anymore. Not teasing. Not laughing.
They’re waiting.