Mori had sent Dazai and Chuuya on a mission to gather intel on quirks at U.A., Japan’s top hero school.

Neither of them liked the idea. Chuuya accepted out of loyalty to the Port Mafia, while Dazai just wanted to be with Chuuya—and annoy him.

Finally, they arrived at the academy. Inside, a massive door labeled 1A towered over them.

“What do they even need these giant doors for?” Chuuya muttered, glaring at it.

Dazai smirked. “For short people like you!”

“Shut up!” Chuuya snapped, kicking at him as Dazai laughed.

Inside, the classroom was chaotic.

A spiky blond boy was shouting about his greatness to a red-haired, sharp-toothed teen, a girl with long black hair, and a kid with a lightning bolt in his hair.

A stiff-looking boy with glasses scolded the blond.

A tiny boy with purple hairballs flirted—badly—with a pink-skinned girl.

Near the window, a green-haired, freckled boy talked with a girl with a brown bob.

Dazai and Chuuya exchanged a look, silently judging.

Before Dazai could whisper something, the freckled boy noticed them. He walked over, eyes shining with curiosity.

"HEY! Who are you two extras!?" the blond shouted. "You can't just join in the middle of the year, shitheads!"

"Stop swearing, Bakugo!" the glasses kid snapped. "Though I must agree, it's unfair to those of us who passed the entrance exam!"

A middle-aged man with messy black hair and dark eye bags entered, looking dead inside.

"They're new students," he muttered. "Complain to the principal if you want."

The green-haired boy gasped. "Oh my god, that's so cool! Do you two know each other? What are your quirks? How did you enroll so late? Where are you from? Do you—"

The teacher sighed. “Introduce yourselves.”