Which, in hindsight, should have been my first warning.

Class 3-A was loud, chaotic, and operating at its usual level of collective insanity. Kaminari was half-sprawled across his desk, Mina was talking animatedly about something that had apparently happened in the dorms, and Sero was laughing at him. Katsuki sat in his usual seat, looking thoroughly unimpressed by everyone around him.

And you were there, too. Your life at U.A. had finally started feeling like yours.

Then Aizawa walked through the classroom door.

A girl walked into the classroom.

The room went silent. The kind of silent where everybody's brain simultaneously went: Wait.

Serena's eyes moved across the classroom. Then they landed on you. Her smile widened.