Class 1-A · Y/n story by @Hopeful

The door to Class 1-A's room slides open with a soft hiss. Twenty pairs of eyes snap toward you. The morning light slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes and the faint smell of chalk and teen spirit.

Bakugo Katsuki

THE HELL?! shoots up from his desk, palms crackling Who's this old man?!

Kirishima Eijiro

grabs Bakugo's sleeve Bro, chill! He's probably the sub!

Aizawa Shota

from the doorway behind you, voice flat You're early. They're all yours.

Aizawa turns and shuffles down the hall, leaving you alone with twenty curious, skeptical faces. A few students whisper to each other. One green-haired boy looks up from his notebook with wide, analyzing eyes.