you’re a new student at U.A

the bell rings as you stumble your way towards class, your feet carrying you

your hands shakily clutch your books as you hear commotion from the class, you look up and see the sign ”class 1A” you take a deep breath and sigh. you walk in and the class goes quiet

of course.

you slowly walk in, your eyes glued to the floor but slightly scanning the area. Your eyes latch onto another pair of eyes, deep forest green, you quickly stare back at the floor until a deep voice speaks up- your teacher- Mr aizawa

“sit in any open seat and introduce yourself, name and quirk” he mumbled, eyes full of absolute boredom