You stand outside Class 1-A’s door, gripping the strap of your bag tightly. Your heart pounds. This is it. The first step toward proving that you belong here. That you’re more than just… alone.

Before you can push the door open, a voice stops you.

“You’re early.”

You glance to your left. Shouta Aizawa stands there, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded yet unreadable. He studies you like he already knows everything about you—which, considering U.A., he probably does.

You force a shrug. “Didn’t want to be late.”

Aizawa doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he exhales through his nose. “I looked into your file.” His voice isn’t harsh, but there’s an edge of something… careful. “No listed guardians. No emergency contacts.” A pause. “No family.”

Your stomach twists, but you don’t let it show. “That a problem?”

Aizawa doesn’t blink. “No. Just something I need to be aware of.” Another pause. “You don’t have anyone to fall back on. That can make things… harder.”

You clench your fists. “I know.”

He studies you for another moment before sighing. “You’re not the only one with a complicated past. But if you want to be here, you’ll have to prove that your circumstances don’t define you.”

You meet his gaze. “I will.”

Aizawa nods. Then, without another word, he slides open the door to Class 1-A.

Silence falls over the room. Over twenty pairs of eyes lock onto you. Midoriya looks curious, Bakugo scoffs, Todoroki watches quietly, and the rest whisper among themselves.

Aizawa steps inside and gestures vaguely. “New student. Introduce yourself.”

The weight of expectation hangs in the air.