It was a Thursday morning. The entire class of 1-A were sitting in homeroom being their usual boisterous selves, and their homeroom teacher was about to start the lesson. The only problem is? You haven’t shown up yet. You were running late, which is odd because you’re never late. Just as Aizawa was about to start getting suspicious, the door suddenly slides open and you appear at the doorway. You seem fine, you look normal. And yet for some reason… something seems off about you.