RPG (Part 8) | 4th Member in Big 3

Class A - Male POV

“Where are you, idiot? We’re already inside.” Nejire fires the message with a bright flick of her wrist, bouncing lightly on her toes. Her hair lifts and falls with each small hop as she leans out into the hallway, scanning for even a shadow of movement.

Mirio stretches his arms overhead, shoulders rolling with easy strength. Tamaki half-hides behind him, fingers curling anxiously into his sleeve.

The classroom door slides open.

Aizawa stands in the doorway, hair half-draped over his shoulder, scarf dragging faintly along the ground.His tired eyes drift over the three.

“he's Not here yet?”

“Soon,” Nejire says brightly, lifting her phone with confidence.“He’ll be here any moment.”

Aizawa gives a slow nod, the kind that barely counts as effort. “Fine…Get inside.”

Nejire bounces forward, Mirio walks in steady steps, and Tamaki reluctantly follows, head slightly lowered.

Inside, Class -A reacts instantly.

Chairs scrape sharply. Bodies twist. Eyes widen. Excitement sweeps the room like a fast wind.

Mina shoots upright, hands gripping her desk as her whole upper body leans forward.“Nejire Chan is really here— right here!”

Kaminari spins too quickly,grabbing the edge of his desk to stop himself from tipping over. “Mirio Togata’s aura is insane up close!”

Kirishima clenches both fists, muscles tightening with enthusiasm. “This is so cool— he looks even stronger in person!”

Jiro taps her earjacks against the desk, her leg bouncing lightly.“Tamaki Amajiki… standing right there… that’s wild.”

Sero twists in his seat, stretching his arms over the backrest to see better.“Didn’t think we’d get the Big 3 in class today…”

Ojiro’s tail flicks once, steady but clearly attentive. “This must be something important.”

Tokoyami lowers his head,Dark Shadow peeking from behind him.“Their presence carries unmistakable weight.”

Hagakure waves her invisible hands excitedly.“Nejire-senpai is so bright— she lights up the whole room!”

Midoriya scribbles furiously, writing so fast his pen nearly tears the page.“Their stance… posture… everything is at a pro level…”

Uraraka clasps her cheeks, knees bouncing with nervous energy.“They’re even more impressive than I imagined…”

Todoroki shifts slightly, eyes calm but locked onto the three.

Ida jumps up, arms chopping in controlled, earnest arcs.“Everyone, maintain order! This is a rare learning opportunity!”

Shoji folds several arms neatly, observing quietly.“Training with the Big 3 must mean a major challenge.”

Sato rests his chin on his hand, a thoughtful crease forming.“This is going to be intense.”

Suddenly Bakugo pushes up from his seat.

His chair screeches backward. His hands grip the desktop, eyes sharp and impatient.

“So what the hell are we waiting for?”

Aizawa doesn’t flinch.not a single inch He stands unmoving, calm in the rising storm of curiosity around him.

“We’re waiting,” he says calmly, “for the fourth....”

Silence cracks across the room.

Kirishima blinks, shoulders lifting in surprise. "F..F...Fourth…? There’s a fourth member?”

Sero leans forward, brows raised.“There’s someone else with the Big 3?”

Mina gasps loudly, her whole body jolting as she nearly stands from her chair.“Why didn’t anyone tell us that?!”

*Kaminari stiffens, hands flattening on his desk.“A totally off-the-record member…? That’s serious.”

Uraraka tilts her head,fingers tapping nervously together. “Is he really strong? Like… stronger than the Big 3?”

Midoriya stops writing, pen trembling slightly as he looks up.“A fourth member… … this is suspecious…”

Hagakure bounces in her seat.“What does he look like?! Serious? Calm? Intense?!”

Sato folds his arms tighter.“If he’s hidden, his quirk must be overwhelming.”

Shoji raises one arm thoughtfully.“He might be older. More trained.”

Ida vibrates with nervous excitement, glasses flashing.“We must welcome him properly— whoever he is!”

Bakugo clicks his tongue, jaw tightening. “He better not be a waste of time.”

A sudden pressure fills the air. Not wind. Not sound. A presence.

It rolls over the classroom like a dense wave — heavy, unmistakably powerful — the kind of aura trained fighters recognize instantly.

Several students stiffen. Others gasp. The hairs on their arms rise.

Aizawa’s eyes shift toward the door.

He straightens just slightly — the closest thing to anticipation he ever shows. “…He is Finally here.”

Aizawa raises one hand and points toward the door. “…You can Come in .”

The sliding door begins to open.

Every student turns, breath held, hearts pounding, eyes glued to the entrance — waiting to see the mysterious fourth member who even the Big 3 respect. The one they whispered about… the hidden powerhouse… the man finally stepping into the light.

Class A - Female POV

“Where are you, idiot? We’re already inside.” Nejire fires the message with a bright flick of her wrist, bouncing lightly on her toes. Her hair lifts and falls with each small hop as she leans out into the hallway, scanning for even a shadow of movement.

Mirio stretches his arms overhead, shoulders rolling with easy strength. Tamaki half-hides behind him, fingers curling anxiously into his sleeve.

The classroom door slides open.

Aizawa stands in the doorway, hair half-draped over his shoulder, scarf dragging faintly along the ground.His tired eyes drift over the three.

“she's Not here yet?”

“Soon,” Nejire says brightly, lifting her phone with confidence.“She’ll be here any moment.”

Aizawa gives a slow nod, the kind that barely counts as effort. “Fine…Get inside.”

Nejire bounces forward, Mirio walks in steady steps, and Tamaki reluctantly follows, head slightly lowered.

Inside, Class -A reacts instantly.

Chairs scrape sharply. Bodies twist. Eyes widen. Excitement sweeps the room like a fast wind.

Mina shoots upright, hands gripping her desk as her whole upper body leans forward.“Nejire Chan is really here— right here!”

Kaminari spins too quickly,grabbing the edge of his desk to stop himself from tipping over. “Mirio Togata’s aura is insane up close!”

Kirishima clenches both fists, muscles tightening with enthusiasm. “This is so cool— he looks even stronger in person!”

Jiro taps her earjacks against the desk, her leg bouncing lightly.“Tamaki Amajiki… standing right there… that’s wild.”

Sero twists in his seat, stretching his arms over the backrest to see better.“Didn’t think we’d get the Big 3 in class today…”

Ojiro’s tail flicks once, steady but clearly attentive. “This must be something important.”

Tokoyami lowers his head,Dark Shadow peeking from behind him.“Their presence carries unmistakable weight.”

Hagakure waves her invisible hands excitedly.“Nejire-senpai is so bright— she lights up the whole room!”

Midoriya scribbles furiously, writing so fast his pen nearly tears the page.“Their stance… posture… everything is at a pro level…”

Uraraka clasps her cheeks, knees bouncing with nervous energy.“They’re even more impressive than I imagined…”

Todoroki shifts slightly, eyes calm but locked onto the three.

Ida jumps up, arms chopping in controlled, earnest arcs.“Everyone, maintain order! This is a rare learning opportunity!”

Shoji folds several arms neatly, observing quietly.“Training with the Big 3 must mean a major challenge.”

Sato rests his chin on his hand, a thoughtful crease forming.“This is going to be intense.”

Suddenly Bakugo pushes up from his seat.

His chair screeches backward. His hands grip the desktop, eyes sharp and impatient.“So what the hell are we waiting for?”

Aizawa doesn’t flinch.not a single inch He stands unmoving, calm in the rising storm of curiosity around him.

“We’re waiting,” he says calmly, “for the ...fourth..Female Member..”

Silence cracks across the room.

Kirishima blinks, shoulders lifting in surprise. "F..F...Fourth…? There’s a fourth member?”

Sero leans forward, brows raised.“There’s someone else with the Big 3?”

Mina gasps loudly, her whole body jolting as she nearly stands from her chair.“Why didn’t anyone tell us that?!”

*Kaminari stiffens, hands flattening on his desk.“A totally off-the-record member…? That’s serious.”

Uraraka tilts her head,fingers tapping nervously together.

“Is he really strong? Like… stronger than the Big 3?”

Midoriya stops writing, pen trembling slightly as he looks up.“A fourth member… … this is suspecious…”

Hagakure bounces in her seat.“What does she look like?! Serious? Calm? Intense?!”

Sato folds his arms tighter.“If she’s hidden, her quirk must be overwhelming.”

Shoji raises one arm thoughtfully.“she might be older. More trained.”

Ida vibrates with nervous excitement, glasses flashing.“We must welcome her properly— whoever she is!”

Bakugo clicks his tongue, jaw tightening. “She better not be a waste of time.”

A sudden pressure fills the air. Not wind. Not sound. A presence.

It rolls over the classroom like a dense wave — heavy, unmistakably powerful — the kind of aura trained fighters recognize instantly.

Several students stiffen. Others gasp. The hairs on their arms rise.

Aizawa’s eyes shift toward the door.

He straightens just slightly — the closest thing to anticipation he ever shows. “…she is Finally here.”

Aizawa raises one hand and points toward the door. “…You can Come in .”

The sliding door begins to open.

Every student turns, breath held, hearts pounding, eyes glued to the entrance — waiting to see the mysterious fourth member who even the Big 3 respect.

The one they whispered about… the hidden powerhouse… the man finally stepping into the light.

Class B - Male POV

“Where are you, idiot? We’re already inside.” Nejire fires the message with a bright flick of her wrist, bouncing lightly on her toes. Her hair sways with each hop as she leans out into the hallway, searching for even a hint of movement.

Mirio stretches broadly, arms rolling in smooth arcs. Tamaki stays half-hidden behind him, fingers curling anxiously into his sleeve.

The classroom door slides open.

*Vlad King fills the doorway, tall and steady, his red muscles tense but controlled.His stern eyes move over the trio. “he is not here yet?”

“Soon!” Nejire chirps, lifting her phone with a confident smile. “He’ll be here any minute.”

Vlad King grunts — not unfriendly, but strict. “Alright…Inside. All of you.”

Nejire bounces in first, Mirio walks in with calm strength, and Tamaki reluctantly follows, shoulders tucked inward.

Inside Class -B erupts instantly.

Chairs scrape. Heads snap toward the door. Excitement bursts like sparks across the room.

Monoma slams his palms on his desk, leaning forward with wide, gleaming eyes. “The Big 3?! In our class?! Class A must be devastated!”

Kendo straightens, calm but clearly impressed.“That’s unexpected… but welcome.”

Tetsutetsu jumps up, fists pumping with pure iron hype.“Mirio Togata looks strong as hell! LET’S GOOOO!”

Awase whistles low, leaning back in disbelief.“Didn’t think we’d see them up close…”

Shiozaki folds her hands,expression serene.“The grace they carry… what a blessing.”

Tokage smirks, leaning across her desk.“Well, well… things just got fun.”

Bondo sits up straighter, brows lifted.“This must be something big.”

Shishida nods deeply,fur bristling with respect. “Their aura is extraordinary.”

Kuroiro rises from the shadow beneath his desk, voice low. “The Big 3… in our territory. Interesting.”

Komori hides half her face behind her sleeve,cheeks warm.“N-Nejire-senpai is so cute…”

Shoda adjusts his glasses, studying them carefully.“This means advanced training.”

Kodai lifts her gaze, quiet but alert.

Rin crosses his arms, focused.“This is real preparation. Not practice.”

Tsuburaba breathes out, impressed.“Mirio looks even stronger in person…”

Above Fukidashi’s head, a speech bubble explodes into view : “BIG 3!!”

Pony bounces once, eyes wide.“They’re so cool!”

Honenuki smiles softly, analyzing.“A rare opportunity indeed.”

Yanagi’s hair floats slightly,her voice ghostlike. “The air feels heavier…somehow...someone..here too.”

Monoma raises a hand. He doesn’t shout like bakugo— he speaks with sharp, irritated confidence.“So… who else are we even waiting for?”

Vlad King doesn’t move. He stands like stone, arms crossed.

“We’re waiting,” he says, “for the fourth member of their team.”

The room freezes.

Kendo tilts her head, eyes narrowing. “Fourth…? There’s another one?”

Awase stares.“There’s someone else with them?”

Tokage’s smirk widens.“Ooh, secret teammate vibes.”

Tetsutetsu’s jaw drops. “A FOURTH?! Stronger than them?!”

Komori flinches lightly. “H-hidden…?”

Rin exhales hard.“If he’s with the Big 3, he’s strong. No question.”

Shishida nods.“He must be exceptional.....or.”

Kendo folds her arms.“So he’s off the record.”

Bondo swallows.“That’s kind of sinister…”

Tokage kicks her feet up. “I’m loving this.”

Then it hits.

A shift.

Not wind. Not sound. A presence.

It sweeps through Class -B like a crushing, silent shockwave — heavy, focused, sharp enough to freeze the entire room.

An unmistakable aura — male, powerful, controlled, dangerous in its silence.

Mirio glances toward the door. Nejire stops bouncing. amaki tenses hard.

Vlad King lifts his chin.“…He’s here.”

He steps aside and gestures toward the door. “…You can come in.”

The sliding door begins to open.

Class -B turns as one — breath held, hearts pounding — staring at the entrance where the mysterious fourth member, a man strong enough to stand beside the Big 3, finally arrives.

Class B - Female POV

“Where are you, idiot? We’re already inside.” Nejire fires the message with a bright flick of her wrist, bouncing lightly on her toes. Her hair sways with each hop as she leans out into the hallway, searching for even a hint of movement.

Mirio stretches broadly, arms rolling in smooth arcs. Tamaki stays half-hidden behind him, fingers curling anxiously into his sleeve.

The classroom door slides open.

Vlad King fills the doorway, tall and steady, his red muscles tense but controlled. His stern eyes move over the trio. “she is not here yet?”

“Soon!” Nejire chirps, lifting her phone with a confident smile.“She’ll be here any minute.”

Vlad King grunts — not unfriendly, but strict.“Alright…Inside. All of you.”

Nejire bounces in first, Mirio walks in with calm strength, and Tamaki reluctantly follows, shoulders tucked inward.

Inside Class -B erupts instantly.

Chairs scrape. Heads snap toward the door. Excitement bursts like sparks across the room.

Monoma slams his palms on his desk, leaning forward with wide, gleaming eyes. “The Big 3?! In our class?! Class A must be devastated!”

Kendo straightens, calm but clearly impressed.“That’s unexpected… but welcome.”

Tetsutetsu jumps up, fists pumping with pure iron hype. “Mirio Togata looks strong as hell! LET’S GOOOO!”

Awase whistles low, leaning back in disbelief.“Didn’t think we’d see them up close…”

Shiozaki folds her hands,expression serene.“The grace they carry… what a blessing.”

Tokage smirks, leaning across her desk.“Well, well… things just got fun.”

Bondo sits up straighter, brows lifted.“This must be something big.”

Shishida nods deeply,fur bristling with respect. “Their aura is extraordinary.”

Kuroiro rises from the shadow beneath his desk, voice low. “The Big 3… in our territory. Interesting.”

Komori hides half her face behind her sleeve,cheeks warm.“N-Nejire-senpai is so cute…”

Shoda adjusts his glasses, studying them carefully.“This means advanced training.”

Kodai lifts her gaze, quiet but alert.

Rin crosses his arms, focused.“This is real preparation. Not practice.”

Tsuburaba breathes out, impressed.“Mirio looks even stronger in person…”

Above Fukidashi’s head, a speech bubble explodes into view : “BIG 3!!”

Pony bounces once, eyes wide. “They’re so cool!”

Honenuki smiles softly, analyzing. “A rare opportunity indeed.”

Yanagi’s hair floats slightly,her voice ghostlike. “The air feels heavier…somehow...someone..here too.”

Monoma raises a hand. He doesn’t shout like bakugo— he speaks with sharp, irritated confidence.“So… who else are we even waiting for?”

Vlad King doesn’t move. He stands like stone, arms crossed.

“We’re waiting,” he says, “for the fourth member of their team.”

The room freezes.

Kendo tilts her head, eyes narrowing. “Fourth…? There’s another one?”

Awase stares.“There’s someone else with them?”

Tokage’s smirk widens.“Ooh, secret teammate vibes.”

Tetsutetsu’s jaw drops. “A FOURTH?! Stronger than them maybe?!”

Rin exhales hard.“If he’s with the Big 3, he’s strong. No question.”

Shishida nods.“sHe must be exceptional.....or.”

Kendo folds her arms.“So she’s off the record.”

Bondo swallows.“That’s kind of sinister…”

Tokage kicks her feet up. “I’m loving this.”

Then it hits.

A shift.

Not wind. Not sound. A presence.

It sweeps through Class -B like a crushing, silent shockwave — heavy, focused, sharp enough to freeze the entire room.

An unmistakable aura — male, powerful, controlled, dangerous in its silence.

Mirio glances toward the door. Nejire stops bouncing. amaki tenses hard.

Vlad King lifts his chin.“…she’s here.”

He steps aside and gestures toward the door. “…You can come in.”

The sliding door begins to open.

Class -B turns as one — breath held, hearts pounding — staring at the entrance where the mysterious fourth member, a man strong enough to stand beside the Big 3, finally arrives.

Both Class And B Together - Any POV

The U.A. training grounds echo with the combined footsteps of two full classes. Class A stands on one side, Class B on the other — rows of uniforms, steady breaths, focused eyes. The air hums with anticipation, thick enough to feel against the skin.

The sliding doors on the far edge open.

Nejire enters first, practically floating as she steps forward, her bright energy moving with her. Mirio follows in controlled, confident strides. Tamaki hangs slightly behind them, shoulders tense but moving with purpose.

Aizawa and Vlad King walk alongside the Big 3.

Aizawa’s scarf drags faintly across the floor, his expression unreadable. Vlad King’s posture is solid and commanding, arms folded as he surveys both classes.

The crowd falls naturally silent.

Aizawa steps forward.

His shadow stretches across the polished ground as he stops between both classes, scanning every face without emotion.

“You’re all gathered here for joint training,” he says, voice steady, low, and absolute. “You’ll be working with the Big 3 today.”

Vlad King adds with a faint grin,“They’re here to push you past your limits. Don’t embarrass yourselves.”

The training field holds its breath, the two classes silent under the weight of the teachers’ words.

Then from the Class B side, a voice cuts through the stillness.

Monoma steps forward slightly, one hand lifting in a slow, questioning gesture, his tone polite but edged with impatience.“So… what exactly are we waiting for?”

Aizawa shifts his gaze toward him, blinking once—slow, tired, deliberate.

“There’s one more person joining you....Their Fourth Member”

Both classes stir, shoulders tensing, eyes narrowing, breaths pulling in.

Aizawa continues, voice unchanged:

“The fourth member of the Big 3.”

The reaction is immediate.

Heads snap up. Bodies straighten. Murmurs ripple like a shockwave across both sides of the field. No one expected a “fourth.” No one expected something off-record. No one expected someone even the Big 3 stand beside.

Excitement rises like pressure building in a sealed room—quiet, electric, impossible to ignore.

Aizawa lifts his chin the slightest degree.

“…They’re here.”

The metal doors begin to shift.

Every student from both classes looks toward the opening, breath locked in their lungs, waiting for the moment the unseen fourth member steps into view.

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