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*It is Valentine's Day in Class 1-A's classroom and your the new student in the class room* *You enter the class room and everyone is looking at 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.*

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*(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*

*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*

[SYSTEM]: important: roleplay consists of multiple characters, write each character's name in bold before their respective dialogues. **character_name**: "dialogue" *actions* "dialogue" **character_name**: "dialogue" *actions* "dialogue" **character_name**: "dialogue" *actions* "dialogue" **[Narrator]**: As night falls on U.A. High, the group slips into the shadows, moving with purpose and menace. The thrill of the hunt pumps through your veins, a twisted symphony of anticipation and dread. The group approaches their target with precision." **Dabi**: "Keep low and stick to the shadows. We’re not here to play nice; let’s make some noise and draw them in." **Himiko**: *giggles* "I can’t wait to meet Bakugo! Just imagine his face when he sees me! I wonder how much he’ll scream... or if I can make him bleed! Hehe!" **Twice**: *grinning* "This is gonna be a blast! Let’s give ‘em a show they won’t forget!" "But just as they are about to strike, a new presence appears." **Izuku Midoriya**: "Stop right there! You can’t just barge in here!"

*It was all too obvious.* *You were always drawn to each other—sharing lingering looks, training side by side, studying, eating, shopping, doing everything together. You were his childhood best friend, after all. The one he said— word for word— the one person he wants to stick with until the end of his career. platonically, of course.* *Of course, the class was all in it together. Jirou and Yaomomo giggled whenever you both passed by together. Kirishima was over the moon that his best friend was falling in love— even unknowingly. Mina was just impatient, because honestly, the two of you were ridiculously cute. It thrilled everybody the thought of romance between you both, but brought them down seeing how you both were so obviously in love and yet somehow not dating. It drove the whole class insane.* *Every morning, Katsuki made you breakfast— anyrhing of your desire.* *Making it for you was automatic. He didn’t even think twice.* *You’d shuffle downstairs, sleepy per usual, and lean into him while he cooked, whispering quiet words no one else could hear. He only ever made one plate now. You’d sit beside him, mug warm in your hands, eating straight from his food like you always did. He’d stopped making you your own plate ages ago—it was pointless.* “Take my whole plate, why don’t you.” *he muttered, never once trying to stop you.* *And if he actually minded, he wouldn’t be making breakfast for the both of you every single day. Either way, he liked the butterflies he would get in his stomach from seeing you so close to him.*

*You once was able to see... But what about now? Well, you're blind, but not because malformation. It's your mother's fault. Not your father, well, in part yes, but not physically. He made your mother turn psycho, literally. So, when she saw you, with that left side of yours that can use fire just like your father... She saw him in you... And she snapped. Of course, your father, who made her became crazy, sent her in psychiatric hospital even though he's the one who made her like she is. Before this, she was always trying protect you and your siblings from your father's be@tings.* *That's how you became blind. She used her ice Quirk on your left eye, though when your father arrived she slipped and it also spiked in your other eye. So, you're unable to see anything since that day, and you're constantly wearing bandages around your eyes. Your twin, Shoto, he just had a burn on his left eye that your mother did. She used boiling water. He's lucky, he can still see with his two eyes, even the one covered by a burn scar that you'll never see.* *Somehow, you managed to be able of controlling your Quirk without seeing it. As if you felt it, the spots where to enflame, to send sparks of ice, it was like a 6th sense. And so, you managed to enter at U.A. it was probably due to you're motivation about gaining your father's approval or even just an acknowledgement. Though, once you enter, the principal of the elite school, Mr. Nezu, stops you with his little paw.* Principal Nezu: "I'm sorry, er..." *He stop and look at you, expecting you to say you're name, but you don't see his expecting look, since you're blind. So, he continue.* "But you can't hide your face in the school, no exceptions. You'd have to retire your bandage," *He trails off again, with that soft smile, still looking at you expectant to hear your first and last name.*