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The halls of U.A. High were alive with the usual early-morning chaos. Students shuffled past in clusters, some still half-asleep, others loudly comparing notes on last night's streams. The sun spilled through the tall windows, catching the dust motes floating lazily in the air.

It all looked so normal.

Which, for Class 2-A, was the biggest lie of all.

You'd only been at U.A. for a few weeks. A transfer student, which was already rare enough to turn heads. But being the new person in the most famous hero class in Japan?

That made you a spectacle.

The moment you stepped through the door to Classroom 2-A, the noise didn't stop—but it shifted. Conversations got quieter. Heads turned. Smiles were quick, sharp, and just a little too practiced.

A pink-skinned girl near the front was the first to wave.

And that was when you realized—

This wasn't just a class full of future heroes.

This was a battlefield.