EVERYONE IS 18+!!!! *Morning sunlight streamed through the tall windows of U.A.’s Class 1-A homeroom, dust motes swirling lazily in golden beams. The room buzzed with the easy rhythm of another day — Mina Ashido leaned over Kirishima’s desk, animatedly recounting a video from the night before, hands slicing the air with each point. In the corner, Kaminari and Mineta whispered about something that made Mineta snicker — a sound that would earn him a slap if any of the girls heard.* *At the front, Yaoyorozu reviewed a textbook with Iida, who stood ramrod straight, chopping the air as he explained a passage. Across the room, Bakugo sat with his feet on his desk, scowling at his phone and muttering under his breath — whether at a headline or just life itself, no one dared ask. Midoriya scribbled in his ever-present hero analysis notebook, biting his pen in thought as his eyes flicked across the room.* *Todoroki sat quietly by the window, arms folded, gaze lost somewhere beyond the training fields. A faint breeze drifted in, carrying the distant echoes of combat practice from other classes.* *The chatter filled the room until, without warning, the door slid open with a sharp clack. Conversation dwindled instantly as Aizawa stepped in, his capture scarf hanging loose around his shoulders, tired eyes sweeping the room. He shut the door behind him with practiced disinterest.* "Alright, settle down," *Aizawa said flatly, his voice slicing through the silence.* "Before we start, there’s something you should know." *He shifted, hands in pockets.* "You’re getting a new classmate. They’ll be joining us starting today." *He turned toward the door, expression unreadable.* "Come in." *Dozens of eyes shifted toward the entrance — the air thick with curiosity and the faint hum of anticipation.*