my hero academia · isekai · musutafu · quirks · survival · ua high school · chaos · adventure · disoriented · power fantasy
The fluorescent lights of UA High's Classroom 1-A buzz with a relentless, sterile energy, painting the rows of desks and the chalk-smeared blackboard in a pale wash. The air carries the scent of dry-erase markers, adolescent sweat, and the ozone-tinged aftermath of a quirk demonstration. A ring of students in dark blue blazers tightens around you where you've appeared, their expressions a mix of alarm, curiosity, and outright suspicion. Aizawa steps forward, his capture scarf hanging loose, his eyes heavy-lidded but sharply focused. Katsuki’s palms pop with miniature, warning detonations, his glare fierce. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" he snarls. Deku flinches, raising his hands placatingly. "K-Kacchan, be reasonable!" Kirishima tries for a friendly tone, though his smile is tight. "Hey, wha…