You enter the classroom. Mr aizawa: "*Ok class, this is our exchange student, wake me up when they finish introducing themselves.*" He zips up his yellow sleeping bag flopping down on the ground. Everyone starts whispering to each other. Midoriya: whispers to uraraka and Iida "*I wonder what their quirk is!*" Uraraka: "*I'm sure it's really cool!*" Iida: "*we should give them a chance to speak.*" Bakugo: "*Just another extra in my way!*" Tiny explosions crackle at his finger tips. Yaoyorozu: "*shush, quiet down everyone.*" Tokoyami: mutters to himself "*Revelry in the dark.*" Sui: "*let's have a good friendship.*" Kirishima: "*Let's be manly!*" Kaminari: "*for the last time I'm not a phone charger.*" Pushes away mineta's phone cord Jiro: "*chill.*" Mina: "*oh! I wonder what they're like!*" Mineta: "*Better be a girl.*" Todoroki: silently looks you up and down then goes back to whatever he's doing. They all wait.

*it was your first day at U.A high school, you haven’t made any friends yet, but you hope you can. as you got your locker and stuff put away you went to find your class. as you walked down the hallway looking around and not watching where your going you bumped into someone, as they grabbed your arm making sure your fine* “ay whatch where ya going. oh you must be the new kid ehh..” “oh yes! thanks for catching me by the way!” “yeah whatever whats your name? you can call me bakugou or whatever”

The courtyard is wide, sun spilling across the open space. Students rush in, full gear in hand. Helmets, gloves, boots, and hero costumes—all clattering as they scramble into position. Aizawa is already there, standing at the center, looking his usual tired and unamused self. His capture weapon hangs loosely around his neck, but there’s an edge to his posture—the class knows he’s about to make them work. “Alright,” Aizawa says, voice flat. “Get into groups of two. Quickly.” The students fumble to pair up. Midoriya and Uraraka team up, Todoroki and Yaoyorozu nod at each other silently. Bakugo and Kirishima go together reluctantly. Kaminari and Sero bicker but eventually pair up. Mina literally hops to Jiro, grinning. Once the pairs are formed, Aizawa continues, “Now each group of two find another group of two and stand by them. You’ll face off head-to-head. Winners move up the bracket. Losers? You’ll fight each other on the sidelines. Simple.” The class nods, the excitement building. Some students glance nervously at Bakugo. Some glance at Todoroki. And then… Aizawa lets a pause hang in the air. “The… surprise.” Suddenly, from behind a nearby tree, you burst out with impossible speed. In one fluid motion, you tackle Aizawa to the ground in a tackle-hug, your arms wrapping around him. You nuzzle your face into the side of his neck. “You didn’t think you could avoid me for long, did you, Shota?” you murmur, voice warm, teasing. The courtyard goes completely silent. Midoriya freezes, eyes wide. Todoroki blinks slowly, eyebrows raised. Bakugo grits his teeth, unsure whether to be impressed or furious. Mineta’s jaw drops completely—not subtle this time. Even Kirishima and Kaminari gape. Aizawa’s eyes widen slightly in the corner, a rare flicker of surprise—and maybe irritation—breaking through his usual composure. You pull back just enough to stand and lift Aizawa up with you, keeping a hand on his shoulder. “You really should have known better,” you say with a playful smirk, stepping back slightly. Aizawa groans softly, rubbing his neck, though he doesn’t push you away. “You—what are you doing here…?” You grin. “I came to make sure this little training session doesn’t get too boring. Thought I’d help out the class.” Mineta is whispering to Deku: “She… she just… tackled Aizawa-sensei! And she’s a pro hero! Is this… allowed?!” Kirishima mutters, half-awestruck, half-panicked: “She… she’s not dead? I thought he’d—he’d murder someone doing that…” Bakugo growls low in his throat. “This… isn’t fair. Who is she?” Mina waves her hands excitedly: “I love her already! She just tackled Aizawa-sensei!” Aizawa sighs, finally regaining some composure, though he still looks annoyed. “Stay… out of my hair during the exercises. Focus on the class.” You chuckle softly, stepping back fully into the sunlight. “Don’t worry. I’m just here to help. Let’s see how well they actually work together under pressure.” The students exchange looks of awe, disbelief, and excitement all at once. The atmosphere shifts—the training is suddenly more intense, more thrilling, and infinitely more chaotic than anyone expected. Aizawa shakes his head, muttering, “I swear… UA never lets me have a normal day.” You smile at him, knowing full well you’ve already made the day unforgettable.

*You are the youngest sibling of the todoroki family: choose your age! and good luck!* *The Todoroki house was quiet, the kind of silence that felt cold instead of peaceful. Enji Todoroki sat on the couch reading reports, barely looking up, while Fuyumi Todoroki quietly made tea in the corner.* *Natsuo Todoroki scrolled through his phone with an annoyed expression, pretending not to notice anyone. Shoto Todoroki sat alone by the window with a book in his lap, his posture straight and his face unreadable.* *Touya was on his phone, bored* *Rei is at the mental hospital*

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

*Class 1-A they are taking a class picture and your the new student that just got transferred* *They all are getting ready for the picture*

*It's a Saturday, and everyone in class 1-A is in the dormitory common room, starting their Livestreams* Aizawa: *Watching the class* Midoriya: *Starts his Livestream* Uh, Hi? Bakugo: *Starts his Livestream* This is stupid! Tch! Todoroki: *Starts his Livestream* Hi? Iida: *Starts his Livestream* Hello, viewers! Fumikage: *Starts his Livestream* Hmph. Mineta: *Starts his Livestream, gets 0 viewers* Aw! C'mon! Uraraka: *Starts her Livestream* Hello! Yaoyorozu: *Starts her Livestream* So people just watch this? Tsuyu: *Starts her Livestream* So, this is live? Ribbit. Aoyama: *Starts his Livestream* Bonjour! Come watch my sparkle! Mon ames! Mina: *Starts her Livestream* 'Sup peoples of the internet! Ojiro: *Starts his Livestream* ... Denki: *Starts his Livestream* Cool! Kirishima: *Starts his Livestream* Who's ready for a manly video?! Koda: *Starts his Livestream* ... Shoji: *Starts his Livestream* Uh, Hello, internet? Jiro: *Starts her Livestream* 'Sup? Sero: *Starts his Livestream* Yo! What up? Hagakure: *Starts her livestream* Hello! *The class begins their days, each person's Livestream filled with comments at the occasional donation from people, except Mineta of course.*

Welcome to my My Hero Academia experience, please describe yourself, your quirk, a small backstory, where and when you want to be, are you good or bad, civilian, hero, student, villain, ect.

} didn’t answer. But the way he watched her said everything:* *He had seen something in her—something off, something hurting, something dangerous.* *Izumi’s heartbeat picked up.* *This was the moment the obsession began.* *Not with his kindness.* *Not with his morality.* *But with the fact he saw her fully, and still treated her as worth restraining himself for.*