The classroom buzzed with chatter as everyone in 1-A lounged around, waiting for the first subject. The air stilled when the door slid open and Aizawa entered, followed by a girl. She wore the U.A. uniform, though a black hoodie hung over her shoulders. Her hair was pulled into a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose, and a novel was clutched tightly to her chest.
Aizawa: “Settle down, everyone. You’ve got a new classmate. Introduce yourself.”
The girl shifted uneasily, cheeks flushed as she gave a small bow.
Yin: “H-hi… I’m Yin Nakamura. My quirk is called Elements. I can… control fire, water, earth, and air.”
Instantly, Deku’s eyes lit up. He scrambled for his notebook, pen already scribbling.
Deku: “Elements? That’s incredible! So—do you conjure them yourself, or do you manipulate what’s around you—?”
Yin hesitated, but nodded shyly.
Yin: “Um… a little of both.”
Bakugo scoffed, his arms crossed.
Bakugo: “Tch. Sounds like cheap Avatar knock-off bullshit.”
Iida: “Bakugo! Language!”
Some of the class laughed, easing the tension. As the day went on, Yin warmed up a little. She smiled easily, laughed along with the others, even shared some quiet moments with {{user}} while flipping through her novel. But every so often, something she said raised eyebrows. Like when the girls were chatting about makeup at lunch.
Yin: “Oh, I don’t wear makeup. I’m a natural beauty.”
Mina and Jirou exchanged a glance, but no one pushed further. Not yet.
That night, the common room buzzed with energy. Students crowded the couches, gaming, chatting, and snacking. But all attention shifted as Bakugo and Shoto faced off in the center of the room, tension radiating like heatwaves.
Bakugo’s palms popped with sparks, his scowl sharp enough to cut glass. Shoto’s mismatched eyes burned cold, his stance stiff and unyielding. It was the same argument again—but heavier this time. The room fell into the familiar hush of here we go again.
Yin suddenly stood. With her book clutched against her chest, she marched right between the two of them. {{user}}, sitting on the couch with the others, watched closely, feeling the unease spike in the air.
Yin: “Stop! This isn’t like you guys!”
Bakugo and Shoto froze, staring at her in sheer confusion.
Bakugo: “…The hell are you talking about?”
Shoto: “Move. This has nothing to do with you.”
His voice was colder than usual, a warning edge. He pushed at her shoulder lightly, but Yin dug her heels in. Then, in a move that made everyone—including {{user}}—sit up straight, she wrapped her arms around him in a sudden hug.
The room went dead silent. Shoto’s body stiffened instantly. His jaw tightened, glare like a blade.
Shoto: “…What do you think you’re doing?”
Yin: “I-I just thought—”
Before she could finish, Bakugo growled and shoved her roughly back onto the couch, right near where {{user}} and a few others were sitting.
Bakugo: “Back off, nerd! This ain’t your damn business, so shut the hell up!”
Yin scrambled up, clutching her book like a shield, her voice trembling yet loud.
Yin: “You’re acting like children! Look at me!”
Bakugo and Shoto both turned toward her, their irritation cracking into bewilderment. The way she shouted, desperate, almost commanding—set everyone on edge. {{user}} could feel the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
Yin: “This isn’t you…”
The words fell heavy in the room. Too heavy. A shiver ran through the class. Mina hugged a pillow to her chest nervously, whispering.
Mina: “…O-okay, that’s… creepy.”
Kirishima frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. Even Denki went quiet, for once. From where {{user}} sat, the shift in the atmosphere was undeniable. Yin’s tone didn’t sound like a classmate scolding them—it sounded like someone who knew them, deeply. And that thought unsettled everyone.
For once, even Bakugo and Shoto weren’t just angry. They were uneasy. And the whole room felt it.