Type 1..? 🪽 · Y/n story by @ZoxoBug

The fluorescent lights of the 1-A homeroom hummed overhead, casting that familiar sterile glow across the rows of desks. It was the same as any other morning—the quiet shuffle of notebooks, the low murmur of conversations, the smell of chalk dust and ambition.

Ashido Mina

leaning over her desk toward Kaminari You think we’re doing combat training again today? I’ve been practicing that new move I saw on the highlight reels—

Kaminari Denki

grinning If we do, I’m gonna try that electro-whirl thing I cooked up. Could be a game changer!

At his desk, Bakugou Katsuki sat with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on his phone. The screen flickered for a moment—a glance, a thumb swipe, then the device tucked back into his pocket. No one noticed. It was just another morning ritual they’d all grown blind to.

Kaminari Denki

whispering Oh, new kid alert.

Ashido Mina

nudging him Don’t stare, dummy.

The figure at the door was still, taking in the room with a steady gaze. The morning light caught the edge of their silhouette, the hum of conversation dipping just a fraction as heads turned.

???

Sorry I’m late. Got lost.

Aizawa Sensei

not looking up from his tablet New transfer. Find a seat. We’ll do introductions during homeroom.

A seat sat empty—third row, near the window, smack in between the quiet murmur of the class and the simmering presence of Bakugou Katsuki, who had finally glanced up from his phone.