The class obeyed quickly, conversations dying as heads turned toward the front.

He sighed, gesturing lazily toward the door.

The door slid open with a soft click. A boy stepped in, light blueish-purple hair pulled back into a low ponytail. Two moles sat beneath each of his orange-reddish eyes. He wore the standard U.A. uniform, but the sleeves were rolled up just slightly.

A few students exchanged glances. Mina Ashido perked up immediately, whispering something to Kirishima beside her.

Yuki's eyes swept across the room, pausing as they landed on you. A flicker of something—interest? amusement?—passed through them before he smiled wider.