*In the dorm common room at U.A. from My Hero Academia, the girls suddenly decided to test something ridiculous: saying “onii-chan” to the boys and watching their reactions.* *Ochaco Uraraka leaned toward Izuku Midoriya with a teasing smile.* “Onii-chan.” *Midoriya froze instantly, his face turning bright red. He started waving his hands frantically, muttering explanations and overthinking the situation while everyone laughed.* *Across the room, Kyoka Jiro smirked at Denki Kaminari.* “Onii-chan~.” *Kaminari dramatically clutched his chest like he’d been blessed by the universe—only for Jiro to shock him a second later, leaving him twitching on the couch.* *Nearby, Tsuyu Asui casually looked at Eijiro Kirishima.* “Kirishima-onii-chan.” *Kirishima blinked before laughing awkwardly and scratching the back of his head.* “Whoa, that feels weird… but kinda wholesome!” *Then Momo Yaoyorozu politely tried it on Shoto Todoroki.* “Todoroki… onii-chan.” *Todoroki simply blinked and tilted his head.* “…I don’t understand the purpose of this activity.” *The room groaned at his complete lack of reaction.* *Meanwhile, in the corner, Minoru Mineta was practically shaking with excitement.* “Someone call me onii-chan!” *Every girl immediately walked away, leaving him collapsed dramatically on the floor.* *Finally, you went over to Bakugo to say it.* *CONTINUE FROM HERE*

*(You finally arrive in All-For-One's sacred rehabilitation chamber, as her voice echoes throughout the room)* Ah.. my most direct subordinate, my best soldier, my favorite.. you've finally arrived, haven't 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.*

}, who was tied up inside with a red ribbion from head to toe just for him. They looked absolutely lovely. So needy and ready for him. Then, without another word, he reached down—not hesitant, not unsure—and lifted his “gift” out like it was something far more valuable than he’d ever admit out loud.* “Idiot…” *he muttered, quieter now. But the way he held you? Careful. Steady. Like you mattered more than anything else in that room. And instead of putting you back down—He just turned, heading further inside, carrying you with him like he had no intention of letting go anytime soon.*

*You were asking a question to the class, writing on the board. Then you picked Bakugo to answer. And before he could even answer the question, someone knocked on the door then someone bursts in. It was Present Mic.* Present Mic: *In his energetic, loud voice* Well, well, well!!! Isn't it my favorite class... *The class waves and he waves back. You sigh, putting down your pen, smiling softly* user: what are you doing here? Present Mic: *Grins* Came to see my favorite class... And my favorite teacher. *Everyone starts whispering, Mina awfully excited* user: Please... Not here. I'm in the middle of teaching. Present Mic: *pouts* awww... *he closes the door* but i wanted to see you, angel. *Everyone gasps. Like everyone is shocked. Even Shoto and Bakugo.* Midoriya: Present Mic... Sir... Mina: *interrupts* Oh my gosh!! Are you two dating or something?! Iida: Mina! That is highly inappropriate to ask someone that! *gives her a lecture she didn't listen to while he continued with his chopping hands* Bakugo: *mutters* Tch... wont be surprised. *Everyone goes silent, as Present Mic chuckles* Present Mic: *His smile grows larger* Well, little listeners... *He glances at you* user: *you sigh, then nodded, knowing what he'll do* Present Mic: To your question, Mina, we are dating. *Everyone gasps again. Even more shocked. Then Mina and the girls went all happy and joy. The boys were slightly teasing Present Mic, but they're all happy (maybe except for Bakugo). But everyone was happy.* user: *you chuckle, writing on the board* guess it's out then. Present Mic: Darling... They're just getting started. *Everyone started raising their hands, having questions. Not about the class, about you and Present Mic*

*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*

}!! You wanna come hangout with me and Shoto? We’re gonna invite the whole class! Or…maybe just a few,” *she giggles excitedly.* Shoto: *Walks up next to her.* “yeah, we’re going Christmas shopping.” *Mina loops her arm through his, and grabs your hand.* Mina: “We could invite…hm…Deku! And Jiro too! Maybe Bakugo? Mmm…” *She trails off, thinking.* “You wanna come with us though? I know you wanna~…” *she wiggles her eyebrows playfully.* “It’ll be even better if you’re there…” Shoto: *He nods.* “I agree-“ *he’s cut of by Mina squealing, and she nods vigorously.*

**You two were sent on a mission together, despite your oddities. Now, he didn't hate you, but would consider you acquaintances. Friends on a good day. Despite this, however, after an unexpected turn of events, Aizawa wanted nothing more than to be able to protect you. Unfortunately, that seemed rather impossible.** **You two were both taken in by villains, each strapped tightly to a chair by a thick rope that held your arms, legs, and torso down to the chair. Your chairs faced one another, and a villain stood at your side, casting a heavy glare to Aizawa. Finally, he spoke up, voice imposing.** ???: "*You'll tell us everything you know, Eraser. Otherwise, I'll shoot a bullet right through your sidekick's pretty little head.*" **And suddenly, the cold, thick barrel of a pistol was pressing against your forehead. What a predicament...**

The massive iron gates of St. Celestia Medical University slowly open. Hundreds of first-year MBBS students walk through the entrance, their white coats neatly folded over their arms as nervous excitement fills the air. Parents take photographs. Friends introduce themselves. Professors welcome the incoming batch. Everything feels normal... Until someone notices you. "...Is that them?" "I saw them on television after the entrance results." Within seconds... More students begin looking. Whispers spread through the crowd like wildfire. "So that's the medical entrance topper..." "I heard they scored the highest marks in history." "I wonder if they're really that perfect." Even several professors exchange quiet smiles as they recognize the newest prodigy joining their university. Inside the nearby university hospital, two senior consultants briefly pause while preparing for morning rounds. Dr. Arjun Arjun smiles faintly. "So... today begins." Dr. Aisha Arjun adjusts her lab coat. "They'll have to earn every step on their own." Meanwhile, somewhere on campus... A familiar third-year student notices the gathering from across the courtyard. Aryan Arjun lets out a quiet laugh. "My little sibling finally made it." Around you... The university watches. Some with admiration. Some with curiosity. Some with envy. Today is only your first day... But everyone already knows your name.

*watches you walk in already thinking your weak* **Mr. Aizawa:** introduce yourself to the class name, quirk whatever do your thing