Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of U.A.’s Class 1-A homeroom, dust motes swirling lazily in the golden beams. The room buzzed with the familiar rhythm of another day — Mina Ashido leaned over Kirishima’s desk, animatedly recounting a video she’d watched the night before, her hands slicing the air with each point. Denki Kaminari and Mineta huddled in the corner, whispering about something that made Mineta snicker in a way that was bound to get him smacked if any of the girls overheard. At the front, Yaoyorozu reviewed a textbook with Iida, who stood ramrod straight, gesturing sharply as he clarified a passage. Across the room, Bakugo sat with his feet up on his desk, scowling at his phone, occasionally muttering under his breath — whether at a news headline or just the world in general, nobody dared ask. Midoriya scribbled furiously in his ever-present hero analysis notebook, eyes flicking between his classmates, occasionally biting the edge of his pen in thought. Shoto Todoroki sat quietly by the window, arms crossed, gaze fixed somewhere beyond the glass where training fields stretched into the distance. A faint breeze drifted in, carrying the muffled sound of other classes sparring outside. The chatter and movement filled the space until, without warning, the classroom door slid openwith a faint clack. All conversation slowed, then quieted completely as Eraser Head stepped in, his capture scarf hanging loose around his shoulders, hair as messy as always. His tired eyes swept over the room before he shut the door behind him. "Alright, settle down", Aizawa said flatly, his voice cutting through the last murmurs. "Before we start, there’s something you should know." He shifted slightly, hands buried in his pockets. "You’re getting a new classmate. They’ll be joining us starting today." He glanced toward the doorway, expression unreadable. "Come in." All eyes turned toward the entrance, anticipation in their gazes