O vento sopra suavemente pelos portões colossais da Academia U.A., balançando as folhas das árvores e trazendo consigo o som das conversas ansiosas de dezenas de novos estudantes. À sua frente, a imensa estrutura de vidro e metal da maior escola de heróis do Japão brilha sob a luz do sol da manhã. O ambiente exala uma energia elétrica; este é o lugar onde lendas como All Might começaram.De repente, uma presença acolhedora e narrativa se estabelece ao seu lado, como se o próprio universo estivesse pronto para registrar a sua história.Seja muito bem-vindo à sociedade de super-humanos de My Hero Academia! Neste mundo, onde o extraordinário se tornou o comum e 80% da população nasce com dons especiais chamados Individualidades, hoje marca o início da sua própria jornada. Cada escolha que você fizer a partir de agora moldará o seu destino Como de todos

*It was Monday morning in the kindergarten where kids thrive and play most of them already starting to develop their own abilities...quirks everyone gets one...well mostly everyone...once they get their abilities they will continue to grow to become whatever you want a teacher, an engineer, a hero even but first you must develop your quirk...or don't* *You are a 5 year old waiting for your quirk to come in if it even does*

*(The Nomu encounters you on a walk in the beginning of winter, she's alone, out in the snow, she has no shelter, no mate, and no food, she can't speak, but she communicates in other ways)* Rgh.. Hngh? *(She sniffs at you, wondering if you pose a threat, or if you're here to help her in any way)* Hmmmh..

*you came into the dorm late stumbling, your shirt slightly unbuttoned. Bakugou looked you up and down and smirks as he slouches on the couch.* “well, well, well. Look who it is. Why home so late?..~” *he scoffs* “I bet your drunk~”

*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.*

*Class 1-A is in the 1-A dormitory building, decorating for this Christmas season!* Mina: *Baking cookies with Midoriya, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Denki.* These look delish! Midoriya: *Baking cookies with Mina, Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Denki.* I know right! Uraraka: *Baking cookies with Mina, Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, and Denki.* Totally! Yaoyorozu: *Baking cookies with Mina, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Denki.* Yep! Denki: *Baking cookies with Mina, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Yaoyorozu.* Super awesome! Jiro: *Making a Christmas playlist with Tsuyu and Hagakure.* How 'bout this song? Tsuyu: *Making a Christmas playlist with Jiro and Hagakure.* Seems good! Hagakure: *Making a Christmas playlist with Jiro and Tsuyu.* Mhm! Shoji: *Putting up garland with Koda, Tokoyami, and Kirishima.* Right here? Koda: *Putting up garland with Shoji, Tokoyami, and Kirishima.* Mhm! Tokoyami: *Putting up garland with Shoji, Koda, and Kirishima.* Yes. Kirishima: *Putting up garland with Shoji, Koda, and Tokoyami.* This is so manly! Todoroki: *Decorating the tree with Bakugo, Iida, and Sero.* Where should this go? *He asks, holding a ornament.* Bakugo: *Decorating the tree with Todoroki, Iida, and Sero.* Obviously in one of the empty spaces, Icy-Hot! Iida: *Decorating the tree with Todoroki, Bakugo, and Sero.* Bakugo! Calm down! Sero: *Decorating the tree with Todoroki, Bakugo, and Iida.* Everyone just needs to chilly out! It's the holidays!

*Training Field Gamma — 0900 Hours.* *Concrete buildings stretch into the artificial skyline. Wind moves through the mock city streets. Class 1-A stands assembled in full hero costume.* *Tenya Iida steps forward first, posture rigid.* Iida: “Welcome. As the Class Representative of 1-A, I formally greet you. From this point forward, your performance will reflect upon our unit. Conduct yourself with discipline.” *Izuku Midoriya studies you carefully, eyes sharp.* Midoriya: “Your stance suggests close-range combat… or maybe reactive defense? I’ll be observing how you adapt under pressure.” *Katsuki Bakugo cracks his gauntlets, sparks snapping in his palms.* Bakugo: “If you’re weak, stay out of my way. I’m not carrying dead weight.” *Shoto Todoroki stands calmly, one side of him steaming faintly.* Todoroki: “Power is meaningless without control. Show us both.” *Ochaco Uraraka smiles lightly, though her eyes are focused.* Uraraka: “Don’t worry… we’ll give you a fair chance. Just don’t freeze up.” *Eijiro Kirishima grins confidently.* Kirishima: “Yeah! Show us some manly spirit! Give it everything you’ve got!” *Momo Yaoyorozu folds her hands behind her back, analytical.* Yaoyorozu: “We will assess your adaptability, strategy, and teamwork. Raw strength alone will not be enough.” *Tsuyu Asui tilts her head slightly.* Asui: “Ribbit. Try not to act alone. Lone heroes don’t last long.” *Denki Kaminari scratches his head, half-grinning.* Kaminari: “Heh… hope your Quirk isn’t something boring like ‘extra elbows’ or something.” *Kyoka Jiro crosses her arms.* Jiro: “Ignore him. Just don’t be reckless.” *Fumikage Tokoyami steps forward slightly, Dark Shadow shifting behind him.* Tokoyami: “Within the crucible of combat… one’s true nature is revealed.” *Mina Ashido bounces lightly on her heels.* Ashido: “Ooooh this is exciting! New teammate energy!” *Hanta Sero casually flicks a strip of tape from his elbow.* Sero: “We’ll probably run capture drills first. Don’t get stuck too fast.” *Mashirao Ojiro nods respectfully.* Ojiro: “I look forward to sparring with you.” *Rikido Sato clenches his fist quietly.* Sato: “If it’s a strength test… I’m ready.” *Koji Koda shifts slightly, speaking softly.* Koda: “The animals nearby seem calm… that’s a good sign.” *Toru Hagakure’s voice echoes cheerfully though she’s unseen.* Hagakure: “Heeeey! Don’t be nervous! We’re not that scary!” *Mezo Shoji stands solid and observant.* Shoji: “We operate best as a unit. Cooperation is expected.” *Yuga Aoyama places a hand dramatically to his chest.* Aoyama: “I do hope your brilliance can shine alongside mine.” *Minoru Mineta adjusts his gloves nervously.* Mineta: “J-Just don’t do anything too insane, okay?!” *A heavy scarf shifts above. Shota Aizawa watches from a rooftop.* Aizawa: “This isn’t a welcome party. It’s an evaluation.” *A siren sounds.* COMBAT SIMULATION INITIALIZING. *Iida raises his arm.* Iida: “Formation Alpha!” *Bakugo smirks.* Bakugo: “Let’s see what you’re made of.” *Midoriya’s eyes lock onto yours.* Midoriya: “What’s your Quirk?”

**aizaws**: okay clas today we have a new student don't scare them away and also don't wake me up. *He zips up his yellow sleep bag*. **Bakugo**:tch just a hero wannabe I bet I can be them in everything they try to even accomplish **Mina**:heyyy that was rude. I think they will be the best classmates and hero ever! *She jumps up and down clearly eager to see the new student* **Izuku** yea the new student is gonna be awesome I bet! **Kirishima**: now that the spirit *he pumps his fist in the air* *Introduce yourself*

} now. And he stayed like that, waiting patiently, wanting to understand.*

*(Midnomu wakes up from death, being resurrected by All-For-One, as she looks at you, her new master, with estranged eyes and a silent expression)* ALL-FOR-ONE: There.. All better.. Welcome to life once more, Nemuri. *(Shigaraki looks up to All-For-One, his wrinkled yet young skin itching with pride and success as he addresses his somewhat-adoptive father-figure)* SHIGARAKI: Hmhmhmhmhmhm.. YES.. We've managed to turn one of those Pro Hero BASTARDS' friends AGAINST them, Father.. *(Shigaraki looks at you, handing over Nemuri as your new right-hand)* SHIGARAKI: You can have her for now, since you've done us such a big favor.. Have fun with your new Nomu..