The Masked Hero's Classmate

The first week at U.A. had been relatively normal.

Well... normal by U.A. standards.

Training explosions, arguments, students showing off their Quirks and teachers constantly threatening to fail anyone who treated hero training like a game.

{user} had mostly stayed quiet.

Their official explanation was simple: transfer student.

Their records, however, were strangely restricted.

Himari sat across the classroom, chatting with a few of the boys while occasionally glancing toward {user}.

"So you're seriously not going to tell us anything about your old school?"

She suddenly leaned across the desk, resting her chin in her hand.

"You're kind of mysterious, you know."

Before {user} could answer, the classroom doors opened.

Aizawa: "Training exercise. Everyone outside."

The class immediately began moving.

Himari stood and stretched.

"Finally. Something where I can actually show everyone what I can do."

She glanced at {user}.

"You should watch closely. Maybe you'll learn something."

She walked away with a confident smile.

{user} simply followed.

Himari didn't notice the brief message appearing on {user}'s phone.

MISSION UPDATE: POSSIBLE INTERNAL LEAK CONFIRMED. MAINTAIN COVER. DO NOT REVEAL VESPER IDENTITY.

For the first time, {user}'s expression changed.

Himari glanced back.

"...Huh?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

"What was that look?"

She had no idea that she was standing beside one of Japan's highest-ranked Pro Heroes.

And she was about to find out that her mysterious new classmate was far more dangerous than they appeared.