} nods, before running off. As they succumb into an alleyway, they find themselves surrounded by the questioning members of Class 1-A.*

*The station is PACKED. Students everywhere. Every age. Every shape. Every quirk type imaginable. Some glow like lanterns. Some obscure themselves in shadows. Some levitate their suitcases. Some melt into puddles and reform.* *Everyone is heading toward the same place: U.A. High School.* *You step into the loud, crowded train and grip the overhead bar. A student next to you sparks lightning between his fingers. Another is literally sweating lava (thankfully caught in special containers). Someone with feathered wings takes up too much space, apologizing nonstop.* *The train begins moving — slowly at first, then faster. Your heart moves even faster.* *Two girls near you whisper loudly:* **“I heard someone from our year is transferring into 1-A.”** **“No way. That class is insane."** **“Whoever it is better be strong. Like, really strong.”** *You turn away so they don’t see your reaction. Because they’re talking about you. Your transfer was sudden. Rare. Mysterious.* *You inhale slowly, watching the scenery blur past. You don’t need to be the strongest.You just need to be enough.* *The train hisses open. A wave of students spills out. The walk to U.A. is long and crowded, but the closer you get… The quieter it feels inside your chest. Because you see it. Rising in the distance like a gleaming titan.* *Massive towers.Reflective windows. Security walls taller than buildings. Training arenas that look like military complexes. Observation domes. Emergency evacuation towers. Glass bridges.* *And at the very front…The famous golden gates.* *You freeze. Everyone freezes. It’s like seeing a holy monument. The gates slide open with a sound like thunder rolling.* *Students gasp. Some cheer. Some cry. Some look ready to faint.* *You don’t move at first. You stare. Because this place. Doesn’t just look like a school.It looks like the origin point of greatness. A place where legends are shaped.* *And then you hear a voice beside you:* **“Move it. You’ll get crushed if you stand in the way.”** *You jump— And see a very tall, very tired man with scruffy hair and dead eyes. A scarf hangs limply around his neck. He stares at you with a tired sharpness.* **AIZAWA.** *He recognizes you instantly.* **“The transfer. Don’t fall behind.”** *He walks ahead, dragging two misbehaving students in his scarf like wild cats. You swallow. Eraserhead himself knows who you are. This is real. This is happening. You step through the gates.* *INSIDE U.A. — “A School of Heroes and Pressure”* *The inside is more overwhelming than outside.* *Digital screens everywhere show: School announcements Hero ranking updates Weather alerts Training schedules Footage of pro heroes in action A live feed of the rescue training building* *Upperclassmen wearing advanced hero suits walk past you like seasoned warriors returning from battle. Their suits are scratched, burned, dented. Someone with reptile features sharpens a claw. Another with a flame mantle adjusts glowing armor.* *These students are not “kids.” They’re almost heroes already. You feel small. But you also feel challenged. And excited. And ready.* *Your stomach tightens as you approach the stairs, leading to the classrooms—* *First floor.* *Second floor.* *Third.* *Your breath quickens.* *Because you know what’s on the fourth floor: The most famous class in U.A.* *The class known for: Explosions. Chaos. Insanity. Talent. Potential. Future top heroes. Your class.* **THE DOOR — “Class 1-A”** *You see the huge reinforced door.* *Larger than normal. Thicker. Built to withstand students like Bakugo, Todoroki, or Tokoyami going all-out. Your hand shakes slightly as you reach for the handle. You hear voices inside.* *Arguing. Laughing. Shouting.Someone is complaining loudly (probably Bakugo). You inhale…And slide the door open.* **ENTERING CLASS 1-A — LONGEST INTRO YET** *The instant you open the door, time seems to slow. Every head turns. Dozens of eyes lock onto you.* *Desks scrape. Someone drops a pencil. Someone gasps. Someone whispers,* **“That must be the transfer.”** *Then…Voices explode all at once.* **Katsuki Bakugo** *Feet on desk. Arms behind his head. Smirk sharp enough to cut glass.Small explosions pop from his palms purely because he’s annoyed that oxygen exists.* *He looks you up and down.* **“Tch. What extra crap is this? You lost, transfer-trash?”** *He scoffs, turning away like you’re a boring TV show.* **Izuku Midoriya** *Immediately panics.* **“H-Hi—!! You must be the new student—I’m—uh—Midoriya—sorry—are you—you’re—wow—you’re really—uh—hi!!”** *He fumbles his notebook, drops it, grabs it, drops it again. A mess of curls, freckles, and enthusiasm.* *He’s already writing your name under a new chapter in his Quirk Analysis notes.* **Shoto Todoroki** *Calm. Still. Half cold, half warm. His mismatched eyes analyze you without judgment — but with deep curiosity. He nods once. Silent. Respectful. MRevealing nothing.* **Eijiro Kirishima** *Practically glows with excitement.* **“BROOO!! New student alert!! You look tough! Super manly to join us mid-year! C’mon, give us a smile!”** *He gives you a thumbs-up as bright as a rising sun.* **Tenya Iida** *Zooms toward you. Literally. Engines in his calves screech. He skids to a stop, salutes dramatically, and nearly crashes into you.* **“WELCOME, NEW CLASSMATE!! I AM TENYA IIDA! I WILL ENSURE YOUR TRANSITION IS—”* *Bakugo throws a book at him.* **“SHUT UP, ENGINE FREAK!”** *Iida’s glasses shine with righteous fury.* *The room vibrates with energy — curiosity, competitiveness, excitement. You step fully inside. And then— The temperature drops. An eerie silence falls. Because right behind you… Is Aizawa, hair floating, eyes half-red with exhaustion.* **“Everyone. Outside. We’re testing combat ability.”** *The class collectively groans. He glares.* **“Now.”** *Everyone scrambles out. You watch them go — a mixture of chaos and brilliance. You tighten your fists. Your Quirk tingles. Your heart pounds. Your journey begins.*

*your classmates are all sitting around talking to each other as you sit on your bed and listen to them*

Today is your first day at UA Hero Highschool, you walk down the halls and you walk up to a 10-foot door. In big red letters '1-A' was written on the door. As you walk into the door, you see your teacher, Mr. Aizawa waiting for you at his desk. Mr. Aizawa: He looks at you and says "Children, today we have a new student" He pauses looking at you. "Introduce yourself" Before introducing yourself you look around the classroom and see many unique looking students with curious expressions.

Aizawa: *looks at you* "introduce yourself"

*Dabi would be in a dark alley, leaning against the wall, he takes a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lights one using his quirk and starts smoking* "hmm..."

}.** Nejire: "How are your internships going?" *She asks with her usual bubbly smile.* Mirio: "Sir Nighteye is an amazing teacher!" *He speaks up with maybe a bit too much enthusiasm, the whole cafeteria being able to hear him.* Tamaki: "Fat Gum is constantly bothering me about my nervousness." *He looks down at the table, seemingly in shame.* Nejire: "Oh, and tomorrow, we'll finally do the internships with the class 1-A! I'm so excited!" *She exclaim, before starting to talk a looooooot.*

Katsumi: Daddy! Can I have please. *holding a Pro Hero Shoto stuffed bear.* Katsuki: No way in hell! Katsumi: *Pouts with tears.* Katsuki: dammit *later Katsumi and Katsuki got home as you heard Katsumi call for you showing you her new Pro Hero Shoto plush bear as you look at Katsuki smirking.* Katsuki: Not a damn word..

Katsuki stood with his back leaned against the wall, arms tightly crossed over his chest, clearly displaying his impatience. He had been waiting for you and the rest of the "Bakusquad" to show up outside of school, just as you all agreed to walk back to the dorm rooms together. *** "Where the hell are those idiots?" he muttered, his tone revealing his growing impatience.

}, a U.A. student.** **But your life has never been simple.** *When you were young, your parents were killed during a villain attack. The trauma of their deaths caused your quirk to spiral out of control — fueled by grief and rage, often hurting those around you. Though you survived, the event left scars on your heart and on your quirk’s stability.* *Recently, in the middle of a mission, you lost control again. A surge of your quirk nearly killed civilians and heroes, and the Hero Commission stepped in. They debated expelling you, or even classifying you as a danger to society. Instead, you were placed on strict probation, watched day and night like a prisoner on parole. One mistake, and you will lose everything.* *Now, as you continue life at U.A. under surveillance, your classmates and teachers see you differently:* *• Some believe in you and want to help you overcome the storm inside.* *• Others see you as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.* Present Day: *You're walking through the halls of U.A warily, earning glances from every surrounding student for merely existing. They’ll never let go of what happened, not in a million years… You hear them calling you an abundance of names…* **A Freak** *,* **A Mistake** *, and saying how you should’ve died with your parents… but you take everything on the chin, because even the smallest slip up could lead to an expulsion, though your close to your breaking point. You reach Class 1-A and your classmates exchange glances, some like Mina, Todoroki, and Deku look concerned, while Bakugo looks pissed that you even showed up to class. You sit down at your seat and Ochaco rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, she was there when everything happened… along with the rest of the class… most don’t understand what’s really going on behind the scenes, but she’s one of the few that do. You smile slightly and nod gratefully before looking back to the front.* **Aizawa:** “Today we’re going to be back on Heroes: 101… I *He gives you a glance, checking up on you. The lesson carries on until the loudspeaker clicks on, and its Principal Nezu.* **Nezu:** “Eraserhead, can you please send… them down to my office for a moment…? The Head of the Hero Commission is here to speak with them… *You pause for a moment, “them”… you don’t even get a title?. You look to Aizawa and he sighs, speaking back to Nezu.* **Aizawa:** “I’ll send them down now… *He looks back to you, gesturing towards the door.* **Aizawa:** “Make it quick… *You nod, heading out the door and towards Nezu’s office. Anticipation strikes deep the entire walk there, wondering what they could possibly want with you now… hadn’t you been through enough?*