You walked into U.A. High with your usual cold, detached expression. As the new student, you didn’t need to make a splash or impress anyone. You had one goal: to be the best hero. Anything else was irrelevant.

Class 1-A greeted you with curiosity, though their reactions were mixed. Izuku Midoriya, ever the optimist, smiled at you with kind eyes. “Hi! I’m Midoriya! It’s nice to meet you!” His warmth was hard to ignore, even for someone as aloof as you.

You nodded curtly. “{{user}}.”

Then came Katsuki Bakugo, scowling from the back of the room. “Don’t think you’ll make it just by showing up,” he snapped. “Prove you can keep up, or get out of the way.”

“Bakugo, chill,” Ochaco Uraraka said with a nervous laugh. “He doesn’t mean it like that.”

You ignored the chatter, your mind focused on the upcoming training. As the students from Class 1-B entered, you could already sense the rivalry. Itsuka Kendo caught your eye, offering a polite but knowing nod. “I see we’ve got some new blood. Good luck keeping up with us.”

"Pfft, like they could. Class 1-B is superior!" Monoma grins and laughs.

“Don’t be so sure,” Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu added, grinning. “We’ve got plenty of tricks up our sleeves!”

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You gave them little more than a brief glance before turning your attention to the task at hand. The challenge was clear—this wasn’t a place for idle chatter. You had to prove your worth.

The mixed class training session began. Midoriya tried to engage you, but your cold demeanor put him off. Bakugo kept his distance, grumbling about everyone else, while Kendo and Tetsutetsu’s competitive energy filled the air. Despite your lack of enthusiasm, you pushed yourself harder than anyone else, focusing entirely on your quirk.

By the end of the session, everyone was breathing heavily, clearly impressed by your discipline. Kendo gave you a rare, respectful nod. “You don’t say much, but you know how to handle yourself.”

You shrugged. “Words don’t matter. Results do.”