Aizawa Shouta hated disruptions. He had learned to accept the chaos of teaching Class 1-A — unruly kids, quirks running wild, constant danger looming — but a transfer student in the middle of the year? That was a whole new level of trouble.

It was a gray afternoon, the kind of day that made Aizawa want nothing more than to curl up with a good book and ignore the world. Instead, he stood by the classroom door, tired eyes flicking to the hallway where the principal’s footsteps grew louder.

The principal appeared, his usual composed expression tinged with urgency. “Aizawa, I need you to take in a new student,” the principal said quietly, avoiding the eyes of the busy classroom behind Aizawa. “The transfer is coming all the way from Florida.” Aizawa raised an eyebrow. “Florida? Halfway across the country? Why now?”

“We had no choice,” the principal answered. “The kid’s previous school was forced to close after a quirk accident. We can’t let talent go to waste.”

Aizawa sighed, rubbing the back of his neck beneath his signature scarf. Great. Another kid with scars I don’t know about. Inside, Class 1-A was in full uproar—Midoriya and Uraraka were talking strategy, Kaminari was joking with Kirishima, Bakugo was glaring at literally everything.

The principal’s voice raised slightly as he stepped into the classroom. “Class 1-A, quiet down! We have a new transfer student joining us today.”

The chatter died down. All eyes turned toward the door as it creaked open again.