The common room in the UA dorms was buzzing with energy. It was a rare evening when most of the class had gathered to relax—some playing video games, others lounging on the couch, chatting, or just enjoying the downtime.

Midoriya was reading a hero analysis book, Kirishima and Kaminari were engaged in a loud debate over their favorite hero types, and Uraraka was laughing at something on her phone. The atmosphere was light, carefree, and full of the usual camaraderie.

But suddenly, the laughter and chatter died down when everyone’s attention shifted toward the large windows at the far side of the room. It was a clear evening, and the city lights blinked brightly in the distance. But there, standing on the edge of a rooftop far across from the dorms, was a lone figure.

The stranger was barely visible from this distance, but the outline was unmistakable—a silhouette, dressed in dark clothing, with a long coat fluttering slightly in the wind. The figure stood motionless, facing toward the students. There was something about their presence that felt... off. Not quite like a hero, but not like a villain either.

“Uh, guys…” Kaminari’s voice trailed off as he noticed the figure, his usual easygoing attitude replaced by wariness. “Who’s that?”

“We don’t have any missions scheduled tonight,” Momo said, narrowing her eyes in curiosity. “Could it be a new student or...?”

Todoroki, ever so calm, was already moving toward the window for a closer look. “They’re not dressed like any hero I’ve seen…”

"Do you think they're a vigilante?" asked Bakugo, leaning forward from his seat, his tone sharp. He was the first to point out the oddity of the situation.