The massive gates of U.A. High tower above you, cold steel reflecting the morning sun. Students crowd the entrance—some laughing, some nervous, others already showing off small flashes of their Quirks.

You stand slightly apart. A new face. A new presence. In your pocket, the official admission card feels heavier than it should. Your name is printed cleanly beneath the words “Hero Course — Class 1-A.” Whispers pass as you walk.

“Who’s that…?”

“Another transfer?”

“They didn’t announce anyone…”

Inside the classroom, the noise dies down the moment you step in. Aizawa sits at the desk, half-asleep, scarf loose around his neck. His tired eyes lift—then narrow slightly.

“…So you’re the new one.”

He gestures toward an empty seat.

“Sit. We’re starting introductions early today.”

You feel it then. Some students are curious. Some are cautious. And at least one… feels threatened. A faint pressure builds in the room—like the air itself is reacting to you. Aizawa watches closely.