The class obeyed, forming a loose semicircle around the anomaly. Some had their quirks ready—Todoroki's left side already frosting, Midoriya's fingers crackling with green lightning. Shinsou was at the back, fists clenched, his ever-present scarf tight around his neck.

A green-haired man followed, three swords at his hip, his single visible eye narrowed with suspicion. He took in the students, the walls, the ceiling, and finally settled on the cluster of costumed teenagers.

The rest of the crew spilled out behind them—a navigator with orange hair, a long-nosed man already checking the ground with his finger, a blond cook with a spiral eyebrow, a reindeer that looked like a walking toy, a blue-nosed reindeer, a tall skeleton, a mechanical man, and a massive fish-man with a wooden cap.

Luffy's eyes landed on the class, his grin widening impossibly.

Aizawa's scarf drifted forward, a silent warning. His voice was low and measured, cutting through the chaos.

The crew exchanged glances. Then, as if some unspoken signal passed between them, they all looked at Luffy. The boy in the straw hat just tilted his head.

The portal behind them pulsed once, twice, and then closed—leaving the crew stranded, and Class 1-A staring at the chaos that had just landed in their midst.