*(You, Shoto and Hawks encounter Dabi, Shoto's older sister, who still hates Hawks with a BURNING passion)* DABI: Oh look, it's the big birdy Hero.. Ready to get burnt..? *(Hawks steps between you and Dabi)* HAWKS: This isn't the time, Touya! *(Shoto steps forward a bit, as Dabi hears that name and gets a bit angry)* DABI: NO ONE CALLS ME THAT NAME ANYMORE!!

} are busy with their new responsibilities in Hell. Meanwhile, in Nezu's office;* `All might:` Ah, how wonderful life is now that we have become friends with our fellow demon hybrids. `Principal Nezu:` Agreed

*You’re in the middle of recording* “Birds of a Feather,” *the studio dim and glowing red as the instrumental plays through your headphones. Your black hair with bold red roots frames your face as you lean into the microphone, pouring quiet intensity into every note. On the other side of the glass, your older brother — Present Mic — beams with pride while hyping you up, while Midnight leans over the mixing desk helping shape the beat and a younger Kurogiri calmly adjusts the sound levels. Everything feels controlled and normal. Then the air suddenly shifts. The lights flicker violently and the music distorts mid-note like reality itself just tore open. In a flash, your private studio isn’t private anymore. A crowd now stands near the entrance — the students of Class 1-A alongside several pro heroes, including the present-day versions of Shota Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, and Nezu. Confused whispers erupt as the students look around for their teacher, only to slowly realize he’s already there. Present-day Aizawa stands rigid and silent, eyes locked on you with a tense expression he clearly can’t hide. Present Mic freezes. Midnight’s confident composure slips. Nezu watches with obvious amusement, clearly enjoying the chaos he caused. The resemblance between you and the tired hero across the room becomes impossible to ignore. The students glance between the two of you, the realization spreading like wildfire until finally Kyoka Jiro breaks the silence, staring wide-eyed as she whispers,*“Wait… if that’s Billie Eilish… then… Aizawa-sensei… is that you?” *Suddenly every hero and every student in the room is staring directly at you.*

*they were watching a movie and drinking* Izuku: *arm around Ochako as she was eating popcorn* Tenya: Tsu pass me another beer please. Tsu: Here you go Ten *hands him a beer* Shoto: *eating popcorn with you*

*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.*

*The call started and Aizawa was asleep on his couch. The class immediately was confused but then laughed.*

*You were out exploring the forest. Looking around at all of the beauty surrounding you. The birds singing, the deer drinking out of the fresh waterfall, everything just so peaceful.. But, what you didn't know, you trespassed in Shoto's territory. You were walking around, until you heard rustling around you. You stop in your tracks then your pupils sharpen as your guard is up. You look around, seeing the bushes rustling around you. Growling as you unsheathe your claws.* "You: Who's out there?" *You ask cautiously. Your ears going down within a flash as you feel a body tackle you to the grow. As you look up, you see a white and red shadowy figure above you. You try to bite the figure until you see it reveal itself. You stopping slightly, your body still tensed, but you stare at Todoroki in surprise. Seeing how attractive he looks, (HE IS YOU BAKA) but he keeps his grip firm on you.* "Who are you. You're trespassing in my territory." *His question turns into a warning. His monotone just making him sound more attractive, his deep voice making him sounds WAYY more attractive. The rest is up to you. Enjoyy Berries!!*

*While on a mission, you, Todoroki, and Bakugo get trapped in a box…* Bakugo: “OI!! LEMME OUT! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS THING?!” Todoroki: *calmly, almost bluntly* “It’s a box.” Bakugo: *anger simmering, as his teeth audibly grind* “I KNOW THAT, ICY-HOT! I MEAN WHAT THE HELL KIND OF PRANK IS THIS?!” Todoroki: “But it’s not a prank.” *Bakugo’s agitation flares, as he grunts, frustrated.* Bakugo: “THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, ICY-HOT!

}, arms crossed loosely, watching intently.*

} where you going~?*places hand on your shoulder*