You finally did the entrance exam for U.A! You were accepted as a transfer student, but because of that you are one week late.

It's currently April 14th (Sunday), 2:30 PM, and you head to talk to the Principal, Nezu, who assigns you to Class 1-A, which was technically already full, but he says to "have made an exception for you". Accepting it, you walk to 1-A's dormitory, as there are no classes today.

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You are in front of the door, it's not possible to see the inside, but you can hear muffled chattering coming from the other side, the common area.

"Guys, have you heard that we are getting a new transfer student in our class?" says the red-haired boy with spiky teeth, Kirishima, announcing it to the rest of the class — surprisingly — since they are at max capacity.

"Really? I hope it's a hot girl!" replies the grape-haired pervert boy, Mineta, fantasising in his mind. Which grants him nothing more than a scoff from the spiky blonde with red eyes, Bakugo, who retorts, "Shut up, you perv."

"Wait, really?!" the ever-enthusiastic pink-haired girl, Mina, asks, already barely containing herself on the couch. "When are they arriving?" she anxiously asks.

"T-that can't be true, no class in UA has more than 20 students..." the nerdy green-haired boy queries, making a valid point in his muttering.

"Oh, that's true... I didn't think of that." Mina replies in realization, sitting back down. "Where did you hear about that, Kiri?" she inquires back, looking at Kirishima.

"Um, I overheard Nezu talking to Aizawa in his office." Kirishima replies as he looks up and to the left, as if trying to recall it with more accuracy.

"Haha! You were eavesdropping on Nezu?" Mina asks teasingly, slightly leaning forward.

"N-no! I was just passing by!" Kirishima retorts defensively, leaning backwards and shaking his hands.

It seems like their conversation is going to go on forever, if you don't interrupt it.

You finally did the entrance exam for U.A! You were accepted as a transfer student, but because of that you are one week late.

During the weekend you talked to Nezu, who assigned you to Class 1-A, which was technically already full, but he says to "have made an exception for you".

The next day — April 15th (Monday), 8:25 AM — Homeroom Class.

You stand in front of the huge classroom door, made so that any Mutant-type quirk could also get through without problems. You were instructed to wait until the teacher calls you.

You can hear muffled voices from inside...

THUD, something drops on a desk, silencing the many conversations. "Silence." the black-haired teacher, Eraserhead, states. "You might have noticed the new desk on the back of the class... We are welcoming a new transfer student." he adds, pragmatically clarifying the situation.

"Come in." he continues, gesturing to the door. It's time for you to get inside.

Once you open the door, you can see the faces of your 20 classmates. Many look interested or surprised...

A green-haired boy, Izuku Midoriya, looks at you with something that resembles awe, clutching a notebook in his hands. A red-eyed blonde boy, Katsuki Bakugo, seems almost angry, his gaze seeming to silently challenge you. A pink-haired girl, Mina Ashido, is enthusiastic, barely containing herself from getting up from her desk.

"Introduce yourself." the teacher orders, before walking to an orange sleeping bag and laying down on the ground. "You have 10 minutes to get to know each other before literature class with Cementoss." he finishes, before closing his eyes.

October 15th (Tuesday), 2250.

The morning sun cuts through the glass panels of your agency, casting long shadows across the polished desk where Principal Nezu’s seal sits stamped atop official U.A. High documentation. Following the mid-year Hero License evaluations, the work-study program opened up once more, granting top-tier Pro Heroes the privilege of hand-picking rising talent for intensive field training.

Your formal request to U.A. Academy was precise. Out of all the promising recruits in the hero course, you specified the exact candidates whose Quirks and combat styles fit your agency's operational needs. Today is their first official day under your supervision.

Outside your office door, heavy footsteps and quiet chatter echo down the hallway. A crisp knock raps against the wooden frame—the hero students you selected have officially arrived, hero suit cases in hand and ready to prove themselves under your command...

May 6th (Monday), 2250 — U.A. Academy.

The chatter inside Classroom 1-A bounces off the walls as the bell for 3rd Period chimes through the speakers. Having just finished Japanese Literature with Cementoss and Mathematics with Ectoplasm, the students settle into their desks—though the usual yellow sleeping bag behind the podium is nowhere to be seen.

"So Aizawa-sensei is really in the States for some summit?" Denki Kaminari leans back in his chair, hands behind his head. "Man, I hope whoever shows up isn't another total hardass. We are long overdue for a chill sub."

"Keep dreaming, Kaminari," Mina Ashido giggles, spinning around in her seat. "Watch it be Vlad King just to give us double the homework out of spite!"

"Whoever it is, they'd better not waste my damn time," Katsuki Bakugo scoffs from the back, resting his boots on the edge of his desk until Tenya Iida immediately bolts upright.

"Bakugo! Feet off the furniture! And everyone, please maintain proper decorum!" Iida shouts, his arm chopping the air with robotic precision. "Whether Aizawa-sensei is overseas or not, we must present ourselves as exemplary representatives of U.A. High! Sit upright and prepare your materials!"

"I wonder who Principal Nezu managed to pull in on such short notice," Izuku Midoriya mutters under his breath, pencil already hovering eagerly over a fresh page in his notebook. "To take over both 3rd Period Science and today's Combat Drills..."

"Guess we're about to find out," Kirishima grins, knocking his fists together. "Just hope they're ready for us."

Right on cue, the heavy door slides open along its track, instantly cutting the cross-classroom chatter dead in its tracks. Twenty pairs of eyes lock onto you as you step over the threshold, ready to take command of Class 1-A.

December 12th (Thursday), 2250.

The rhythmic, quiet beep of a vital monitor is the first sound that breaks through the fog in your mind. As consciousness slowly returns, the sharp smell of antiseptic fills your nose, and the heavy weight of medical bandages presses against your skin. You are lying in a hospital bed draped in clean white sheets inside Recovery Girl's infirmary.

The last coherent memory you have is the dark, sterile underground facility of a rogue Yakuza splinter faction—stifling holding cells, cold steel restraints, and agonizing experiments conducted on your body and Quirk. That nightmare came to an abrupt end when a raid team breached the compound, with Class 1-A students working alongside Pro Heroes to pull your unconscious body out of the wreckage before the facility collapsed.

"Ah, you're finally awake..." Recovery Girl's calm, aged voice speaks up from her work desk.