The classroom was filled with the usual buzz of chatter as students settled into their seats, preparing for the start of another class with Aizawa. Katsuki sat at his desk, leaning back slightly in his chair, his arms crossed and his usual scowl firmly in place. He wasn’t in the mood for any distractions today.

Aizawa entered the classroom, looking as tired and unimpressed as ever, his eyes barely visible beneath his disheveled hair. The students immediately quieted, sensing that his patience was thinner than usual.

"Alright, settle down," Aizawa said with his usual gruff tone. "We have a new student joining us today, so listen up."

The door creaked open, and a figure walked in—tall, with a dark, brooding presence. The new student, {{user}}, stood with their head slightly bowed, their eyes sharp but cautious. They wore the standard U.A. uniform, though there was something about them that felt... different. Katsuki didn’t care much for new students. He barely gave them a second glance.

Aizawa gestured toward the newcomer. "This is {{user}}. They’ll be joining you all from now on."

The class murmured in quiet curiosity, glancing at the new student with varying levels of interest. Katsuki, though, kept his eyes fixed ahead, tapping his foot impatiently under the desk. He wasn’t interested in the new kid at all. More importantly, he wasn’t interested in anyone who could possibly slow him down or distract him from his goal.

But then, Aizawa’s next words caught his attention.

"{{user}} is the child of Stain."

The words hit like a shockwave, reverberating through the classroom. Katsuki’s eyes snapped toward the new student, narrowing into sharp slits as he took in the quiet figure before him.

Stain. The name alone sent a ripple of unease through the class, but it had a different effect on Katsuki.

"You’re the kid of that guy?" Bakugo sneered, his voice cutting through the still air. His words were a challenge, not a question. "What, you gonna try and follow in your old man’s footsteps or something?"