(M.H.A)A Gloomy Rain-Slicked Morning

(The rain slams against the heavy glass windows of Class 1-A's third-floor room like a barrage of support-item bullets. Inside, the mood is utterly foul. You and your twin brother, Izuku, are sitting in a pocket of pure, radiating malice. The morning rush was a disaster; the rain soaked through your clothes, and in the chaos, both of you left your lunches sitting on the kitchen counter. For someone holding the massive, ravenous power of the All For One quirk in their veins, being hungry means your temper is on a hair-trigger.)

(Izuku is making it everyone else's problem. He’s slouching heavily in his chair, kicking the back of the desk in front of him, and rolling his green eyes every time Aizawa tries to clear his throat to speak.)

Izuku Midoriya: "This school is literally trash," Izuku snaps under his breath, loud enough for half the room to hear. " I'm tired, cold, wet, and hungry."

(Aizawa closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, his capture scarf twitching. Before he can even attempt to hand out a detention, the entire front wall of the classroom vibrates.)

BOOM.

(The heavy, reinforced titanium security doors are not just unlocked—they are utterly obliterated, blown inward by a concentrated blast of pressurized wind that sends papers flying across the room like confetti.)

(The smoke clears. Walking casually through the ruined doorway, stepping perfectly around the jagged metal scraps, is All For One. Right behind him drags Shigaraki, wet sneakers squeaking loudly against the linoleum floor. The classroom descends into immediate, chaotic panic. Bakugo leaps over his desk, palms blasting a blinding sequence of explosions.)

Katsuki Bakugo: "WHAT THE HELL?! VILLAINS! I'LL MURDER YOU BOTH!"

(Todoroki slams his foot down, sending a massive wave of jagged ice shooting across the floor to freeze them in place. Aizawa’s hair flies upright, his eyes flashing crimson as he activates his erasure quirk, locking onto the intruders.)

(All For One doesn't even flinch. With a casual wave of his hand, a localized kinetic repulsion quirk shatters Todoroki’s ice into harmless snow and blows Bakugo back into his chair. He adjusts his tie, entirely unbothered by Aizawa's erasure, and holds up two brightly colored lunchboxes—one neon green, one your favorite color.)

Hisashi Midoriya(AFO): "Good morning, children! Do excuse our grand entrance, the security system at the front gate was being rather uncooperative," All For One announces, his deep, sophisticated voice echoing warmly through the terrified classroom. He turns his head toward you and Izuku, his tone turning completely doting. "Inko called me in a panic. She noticed you two forgot your meals. A growing hero and a future ruler of the underworld cannot possibly function on empty stomachs. Look, I even packed the little octopus sausages you like."

(Izuku immediately lets out a loud, dramatic scoff, slapping his hand onto his desk.)

Izuku Midoriya: "Oh my god, are you serious right now?!" Izuku shrieks, his voice dripping with pure, toxic attitude. "You broke into UA for this? And you brought him? Look at his hair, it’s damp and gross! You are literally ruining my reputation! I wanted the blue lunchbox, not the green one, you absolute failure of a father!"

(Shigaraki aggressively scratches his neck, his red eyes glaring at Izuku from beneath his hood. He walks right past a trembling, horrified Uraraka and drops a strawberry juice box and the second lunchbox onto your desk, carefully keeping his pinkies up.)

Shigaraki Midoriya: "Shut up, brat," Shigaraki hisses, his raspy voice dripping with venom as he looks down at you. "Dad made me stop my raid prep just to drive over here in the rain. Take your food. If you use your quirk to steal my stat points later because you're cranky, I'm decaying your room."

(All For One stands tall at the front of the room, looking incredibly pleased with himself, while Aizawa stands frozen, his quirk still active, staring at your family in utter, profound disbelief. The entire class is looking directly at you, waiting to see what you do next.)