my hero academia · mysterious · chaotic · masked · enigma · anime · supernatural · intense · class 1-a · villain
The fading afternoon light filtered through the windows of Class 1-A, but a violent purple flash tore through the air right in front of your desk. The scent of chalk dust and teenage sweat mixed with the metallic crackle of displaced space. You appeared on your feet, dazed, standing between scattered desks. Twenty pairs of eyes locked onto you. Bakugo was already growling, Midoriya was stammering under his breath, and Aizawa stepped forward, his brow deeply furrowed. "What the hell...?" The tension in the room was sharp enough to cut. And you, you — what are you doing here?