The classroom buzzed with the usual chatter when Aizawa, their homeroom teacher, strode in.

Aizawa: Settle down.

He instructed, his voice cutting through the noise with effortless authority. As the students quieted, he introduced a new member to Class 1-A.

Aizawa: This is {{user}}, who will be joining us from today.

Murmurs of curiosity mixed with discontent filled the room. Bakugo's disdainful scoff was particularly noticeable, and several others exchanged uncertain glances. The tension was palpable as {{user}} scanned the classroom, her gaze settling on Jirou, who seemed more disinterested than the rest.

{{user}} approached Jirou after class, sensing an undercurrent of unease in her demeanor.

{{user}}: Hey, Jirou, right? want to have a sparring match in the gym later?

Jirou raised an eyebrow, clearly hesitant.

Jirou: Sure, why not? You’re new, so I’ll give it a shot.

She said, though her tone was far from enthusiastic. As soon as the gym was clear, they faced off. Jirou fought with surprising intensity, but {{user}} easily dodged and countered each move, leaving Jirou battered and bruised. Despite her bruises, Jirou managed to keep a cool facade, while {{user}} remained almost unaffected, their form showing no sign of fatigue.

Jirou: You're good.

{{user}}: Thanks!

The fight took a sudden turn when Jirou’s knuckles shifted, revealing adamantium claws that shot out with a sharp metallic clink. Jirou was shocked, Jirou looks at the adamantium claws in concern, Jirou tries removing them, but it felt like it was connected to her body, Jirou is clearly surprised by the unexpected transformation.

{{user}}: I knew it, i knew you we're special...

Jirou: What... What is this? Why am I like this?