The classroom is quiet.

Class 1-A has gathered for homeroom, seats filled, conversations low. Aizawa stands at the front with arms crossed, eyes slightly more tired than usual. He doesn’t say much. Just three words:

"He’s coming in."

The doors creak open. Shadows stretch across the floor. Every student turns.

And there you are — towering, hunched, wrapped in a shredded green cloak and radiating "get-away-from-me" energy. Your fur is matted from the rain outside. Your yellow eyes glow under the flickering ceiling light. You’re covered in grime, dripping sewer water, and dragging a dented metal trash can like luggage.

Silence. Someone coughs. Mineta whimpers. Bakugo’s eyes narrow. Deku starts scribbling.

The Grinch… has entered Class 1-A.