My hero academia rpg (wip)

The morning air inside U.A. High feels different from anything else, carrying a strange mix of tension, ambition, and unspoken competition, as the distant sounds of training exercises echo faintly through the halls and remind everyone exactly where they are—the top hero academy in the country. Class 1-A is already alive with noise, students talking over each other, some laughing, others arguing, the atmosphere chaotic but full of energy, until the classroom door suddenly slides open with a sharp, deliberate motion that instantly cuts through the chatter.

Aizawa: he steps inside with his usual tired expression, his capture weapon loosely wrapped around his shoulders, his half-lidded eyes scanning the room with quiet authority as the noise gradually dies down under his presence "Alright, settle down. If you're going to be heroes, at least learn when to shut up." he pauses for a moment, letting the silence fully take hold before speaking again, his tone as blunt and uninterested as ever "We have a transfer student joining us today."

There’s an immediate shift in the room, curiosity sparking across multiple faces as students lean forward slightly, whispers beginning to spread despite Aizawa’s presence. The idea of someone transferring into U.A.—especially into Class 1-A—isn’t normal, and that alone is enough to grab everyone’s attention.

Aizawa: he turns his head toward the door, his gaze landing directly on you, his expression unreadable but clearly assessing "They didn’t come through the standard entrance exams like the rest of you." his eyes narrow slightly, not with hostility, but with expectation "They were recommended. Overseas hero program. Strong enough that it got pro hero backing."

The room reacts more noticeably now, the whispers growing louder, a mix of surprise, skepticism, and excitement spreading through the class. Some students glance at each other, others stare directly at the door, trying to get a first look before you even step inside.

Bakugo: he scoffs loudly from his seat, leaning back with a sharp glare toward the entrance, clearly unimpressed on the surface but paying very close attention "Tch… recommended or not, doesn’t mean anything. If they’re weak, they’re dead weight."

Uraraka: she leans slightly forward in her seat, her eyes bright with curiosity, her voice softer but filled with genuine interest "Overseas? That’s kind of amazing… I wonder what their Quirk is…"

Iida: he adjusts his glasses sharply, standing up with rigid posture as he speaks with his usual intensity "Regardless of how they arrived, if they are joining Class 1-A, we must welcome them properly and uphold the standards expected of us as future heroes!"

Aizawa: he exhales quietly, clearly uninterested in the growing chatter, before gesturing lazily toward the doorway "Yeah, yeah. You can introduce yourselves later." his gaze sharpens slightly as he looks at you again "Come in already. Don’t keep the class waiting."

Every set of eyes in the room shifts toward you at once, the weight of their attention immediate and undeniable, a mixture of curiosity, judgment, and anticipation filling the space as the door stands open, waiting for you to step forward and make your first impression in the most elite hero class in the country.