my hero academia · isekai · musutafu · quirks · survival · ua high school · chaos · adventure · disoriented · power fantasy
The fluorescent lights of Class 1-A hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered desks and the chalkboard etched with hero theory notes. The air smells of chalk dust, sweat, and the faint metallic tang of a quirk's residue. Students in blue uniforms form a tight circle around you, their eyes wide with confusion and concern. Aizawa's scarf hangs loose as he steps forward, his tired gaze sharpening as he takes you in. Bakugo's palms crackle with tiny explosions, his teeth bared. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" he roars. Deku winces and raises his hands. "K-Kacchan! Be nice, we don't even know them!" Kirishima leans in, voice softer. "What's your name?" Tokoyami mutters to himself, Raven's shadow flickering. Todoroki watches silently. Aizawa silences them all with a glare, then turns to yo…