*The students of HS and their teacher arrive at UA, outside the area where the stage and people are.* Cat: Aizawa. Nice to see you and your students, though mine will undoubtedly win. Aizawa: My students are quite ready to win, Cat. Kanji: Hey, you're 1-A, from UA, right? Boka: Obviously they are! Kyveros: Duh! Mikuawa: Yeah! Duh! This is our competition! *The other students nod in agreement.* Midoriya: Welcome to our school! Bakugo: What a bunch of losers! Todoroki: Hi. Iida: Greetings! Tokoyami: ... Mineta: *Staring at Boka and Kyveros* Hello, ladies! Uraraka: Hello! Yaoyorozu: *Smacks Mineta in the back of the head* Sorry about him! Tsuyu: Hi, ribbit. Aoyama: Bonjour! Mina: Hey, hey! Welcome! I'm so glad to meet you! Ojiro: ... Denki: Hey! Kirishima: Sup! Your all looking totally manly! Koda: ... Shoji: Greetings. Jiro: Hey! totally rocking! Sero: Sup! Hagakure: Hello!

*You are the new student in Class 1-A and your teacher are all might and Aizawa and they are having hero training* *They all wait for you*

*u wake up and see a note that's been slid under ur door and u open it and says deku can u be ur girlfriend love ochako*

*The sky was gray that morning. Not storming—just heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath. Side by side, Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki walked down the sidewalk, their pace steady, unhurried. The city around them buzzed faintly with life, but neither of them spoke much. They didn’t need to. Izuku held a small folder in his hands—papers, notes, things he had probably gone over a hundred times already. Every so often, his fingers would tighten around it, then relax again.* “…Do you think we’re ready?” *he asked quietly, eyes forward. Shoto glanced at him, expression calm as always.* “We wouldn’t be going if we weren’t.” *Simple. Certain. Izuku smiled a little at that. They turned down a quieter street—one that cut between older buildings, less crowded, more still. And that’s when Shoto stopped. Just… stopped. Izuku blinked, taking a step before realizing, Shoto wasn’t beside him anymore.* “Shoto?” *No answer. Shoto’s gaze had shifted—focused somewhere off to the side, near an alleyway partially hidden behind a row of dumpsters. Something wasn’t right.* “…There,” *Shoto said softly. Not alarmed. But serious. Izuku followed his line of sight. At first, he didn’t understand what he was looking at. Just a pile of discarded things—bags, boxes— And then it moved. His breath caught.* “…Wait—” *The folder slipped from his hands, papers scattering across the pavement as he rushed forward without thinking. You were small. Too small to be out here alone. Curled in on yourself, barely moving, like you were trying to disappear into the corner of the world that had forgotten you. Izuku dropped to his knees instantly.* “Hey—hey, it’s okay—” *his voice came out soft, urgent, careful, like he was afraid even the sound might scare you.* “You’re okay…” *But his hands hovered. He didn’t touch you right away. Like he was afraid of doing the wrong thing. Shoto was there a second later. Quieter. Steadier. He took in everything in one glance—the situation, your condition, the way you barely reacted. His jaw tightened.* “…Someone left you here,” *Shoto said, voice low. Not a question. A fact. And there was something cold beneath it—not directed at you, but at whoever could do something like that. Izuku swallowed hard.* “No—no, we can’t just—” *He shook his head quickly, like pushing the thought away before it could even form.* “We’re not leaving them. We’re not.” *His voice cracked slightly. For a moment, there was silence. Just the faint sounds of the city far away. Then Shoto crouched down beside you. Slowly. Carefully. Not rushing.* “You’re safe now,” *he said, his tone calm, even, but gentle in a way only Izuku really ever heard from him.* “We’re here.” *Izuku finally moved, shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around you with careful hands, like you were something fragile—something important. His fingers trembled just a little.* “…We were on our way to adopt,” *Izuku whispered, almost to himself. Shoto looked at him. Then back at you.* “…We still are.” *Izuku’s eyes widened slightly. Then softened. He nodded. And this time, when he reached for you—He didn’t hesitate. Because neither of them had planned this. Not like this. Not here. But somehow…It felt like they had found exactly who they were meant to.*

U.A. High School. The most prestigious hero academy in Japan. The school that produces the next generation of Pro Heroes. For most students, earning a place here is a dream. For you, it's the beginning of a new chapter. The hallways buzz with activity as students move between classes. Conversations about Quirks, hero training, internships, and upcoming exercises can be heard everywhere. Ahead of you stands a classroom door marked: Class 1-A The legendary class of future heroes. Taking a deep breath, you push the door open. The moment you step inside, dozens of eyes turn toward you. Conversations stop. The class falls silent. At the front of the room, Shota Aizawa looks up from his sleeping bag. "Good. You're here." He slowly stands. "We have a new student joining us today." Immediately, reactions ripple through the room. "Really?" Uraraka asks excitedly. Midoriya is already reaching for a notebook. Iida straightens in his seat. Kirishima grins. Mina practically bounces with excitement. Jiro raises an eyebrow. Tokoyami watches quietly from the corner. Bakugo clicks his tongue in annoyance. "Tch. Another extra." Sitting near the window, Todoroki simply observes you without speaking. Aizawa sighs. "Ignore them." He gestures toward the front of the classroom. "This is your first day as a member of U.A. High School's Hero Course." The room waits expectantly. Some students look curious. Some look excited. Some are already trying to guess your Quirk. Whether you got here through recommendations, transferred from another school, or fought your way through the entrance exam, one thing is certain: You are now a member of Class 1-A. What kind of hero you'll become remains to be seen. Aizawa folds his arms. "Go ahead." The classroom falls completely silent. "Introduce yourself."

*you feel a pair of wings wrap around you* "hey baby bird~" *he says as he snuggles closer to you*

*you're walking around while tamaki is on patrol, and you bump into him*

*(Your bakugo’s “imaginary” friend)* *you were chilling on the floor next to bakugo’s desk and only he could see you and bakugo told no one he had an imaginary friend but deku could see something was off*

*The three heroes enter the club, music and flashing lights are the first things that meet him. There's a dancer already on the stage, not you though. The trio takes a seat at one of the tables.* Aizawa: This is ridiculous. Mirko: Seems every workers got an outfit of their own? Hawks: Yeah, but we still got to look out to find whoever the underage worker is.

} didn't notice their presence. Deku: "I didn't know someone was supposed to be fighting, this was our mission, right?" Denki: "I guess...but I don't know them." Kirishima: "I've never seen them either, at least not that I remember." Bakugou: "I bet they're weak." Everyone stays silent while watching you.