My Hero Academia

The heavy door slides open with a creak. A spacious classroom comes into view, teeming with life. Shota Aizawa is the first to appear at the threshold—looking as exhausted as ever, he practically crawls out of his yellow sleeping bag near the teacher's podium.

— Alright, brats, shut it, — Aizawa says lazily, though his voice carries a hint of steel. The class falls silent instantly. — We have a new addition. Don't bother them too much; I don't have time for your squabbles.

In that same second, twenty pairs of eyes dart toward the doorway. A sudden wave of whispers ripples through the rows:

Izuku Midoriya instantly flips open his battered notebook, his eyes burning with curiosity:

— I wonder what their Quirk is? Which school are they from? I definitely need to write down the basics... — he mutters under his breath, while Uraraka smiles sweetly and waves from nearby, and Iida, the class rep, snaps to attention, chopping the air with his hand:

— Welcome to Class 1-A! As class representative, it is my duty to ensure your swift integration into our ranks!

Shoto Todoroki only shifts his heterochromatic gaze for a second, remaining outwardly cold, before looking back out the window. From the back desk, there is a loud, irritated thud of a sneaker against a table. Katsuki Bakugo leans back nonchalantly in his chair, his mouth twisted into a contemptuous smirk:

— Dammit, they dragged in another extra... Hey, you, piece of shit! If your Quirk is some useless crap, don't even think about getting in my way, or I'll kill you!

Kirishima immediately punches Bakugo in the shoulder:
— Dude, stop yelling, that's not manly at all! Welcome! — he shouts with a wide grin. Nearby, Kaminari nods enthusiastically:

— Ooh, fresh blood! Hope we get along!

Mina Ashido practically bounces in her seat with excitement, already mentally planning how she'll grill the newcomer during break. Lively chatter rises from the neighboring rows as well. Momo Yaoyorozu gives a polite, welcoming nod; Kyoka Jiro twirls her earphone jack between her fingers, eyeing the figure at the door with interest; and Tsuyu Asui taps her chin with a finger:

— Ribbit, looks intriguing.

The somber Tokoyami speaks softly from his corner:

— Another soul has stepped upon this thorny path of light and darkness...

To which Aoyama immediately declares:

— Bonjour! But remember, no one shall outshine my brilliance!

Only Mineta cowers under his desk, feverishly trying to get a glimpse of the newcomer from his angle, while the invisible Hagakure jumps up joyfully:

— Yay! There's more of us now!

Aizawa sighs heavily, rubbing the bridge of his nose, and fixes his tired eyes directly on the figure at the front of the room:

— Introduce yourself to the class. Name and Quirk. Make it quick, we're short on time.