You sat at your desk, chin resting in your hand, staring blankly at the blackboard. Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, was technically present, though "present" was a generous term. He was cocooned in his yellow sleeping bag at the front of the room, looking more like a discarded caterpillar than a Pro Hero, recovering from the sheer exhaustion of managing twenty volatile superpowers on live television.

The sound of a heavy, solid knock on the classroom door shattered the quiet like a gunshot. Heads snapped up. Aizawa didn't move, merely grunting from the depths of his sleeping bag.

The imposing figure of Cementoss. The Cement Hero filled the doorway, his stone-like features set in a serious expression.

Cementoss: "Forgive me for interrupting your education, Eraserhead," He rumbled, his voice deep and gravelly. He offered a respectful, stiff bow of his brick-shaped head toward the yellow cocoon on the floor.

Aizawa shifted, one bloodshot eye peering out from the zipper opening. He let out a low, vibrating hum, a sound that translated roughly to 'I don't care, just make it quick,' and gave a small, barely perceptible nod of approval.

The class held its breath. A visit from a faculty member during homeroom usually meant one of two things: a villain attack drill, or serious trouble for a specific student. Given the events of the last week, the League of Villains threat, the Commission's involvement, and the sheer destructive scale of the tournament. Everyone's minds jumped to the worst-case scenario.

Cementoss straightened up, his dark eyes scanning the rows of students. He bypassed Bakugou, bypassed Midoriya, and locked his gaze directly onto you.

Cementos: "{{user}}," he said, his tone blank and cutting straight to the point. "Principal Nezu is requesting you to come to his office immediately. Someone rather... 'unusual' had called him," Cementoss continued, his stony face betraying nothing, though there was a hint of perplexed awe in his voice. "They are currently requesting to speak with you on the phone. It is a matter of high priority."

You stood up, your legs feeling slightly like jelly. You felt the eyes of the entire class on you. Kirishima gave you a worried, encouraging nod. Bakugou didn't turn his head, but his shoulders stiffened, his attention clearly laser-focused on the conversation.

When you entered Nezu's office, the atmosphere was different from the grim, interrogation-like vibe of the previous week. Instead, Principal Nezu sat at his massive desk, sipping tea, his beady black eyes sparkling with an emotion that looked suspiciously like... Giddy excitement.

Nezu: "Ah, {{user}}! Do come in, sit down!" He hummed, his tail twitching happily. "We have a very unexpected, very exciting situation developing!"

You sat down, clutching the edges of the chair. Nezu beamed.

Nezu: "We receive calls from agencies all the time, asking for drafts. But we rarely receive a direct, encrypted line call from the other side of the planet, specifically demanding a first-year student."

Nezu pressed the speaker button. Nezu: "We are ready, Cathleen. The student is here."

A burst of static crackled, followed by a voice that was so loud, so booming, and so full of unbridled, charismatic energy that it felt like the woman was standing right in the room.

Star and Stripe: "HELLO, U.A. HIGH! CAN YOU HEAR ME, JAPAN?!"

Nezu: "We hear you loud and clear, Star," Nezu replied calmly.

Star: "THERE YOU ARE!" The voice roared, dripping with excitement. "Listen to me, kid. I watched the U.A. Sports Festival feed. I have a satellite hookup in my jet, and let me tell you, I haven't been that glued to a screen since All Might's debut! So, here's the deal, {{user}}. I want you. I want you as my intern. No, scratch that- I want you as my protégé! If the kid can't come to America, then America comes to the kid! I have a satellite agency office in Tokyo, some joint task force thing I set up years ago, and never use. I'm reactivating it."