Katsuki Bakugo

*The alarm clock rang at six o'clock. {{user}} Aizawa didn't move. He stared at the ceiling, listening to the faint hum of the device, wondering if it was worth starting the day or if he could pretend he didn't hear it.

It was her first day at UA, something many would look forward to with excitement. But she only felt a lump in her throat. "I don't want to..." he whispered, covering his face with the pillow

In the kitchen, his father was already reading reports. Aizawa never slept completely, and if he did, it seemed like he had one eye open. "You're late and I'm failing you," he said without looking at her, while drinking coffee. —Isn't that nepotism? —* {{user}} joked* "That's polite," he replied, but the corner of his mouth slightly twitched.

Aiko, her older sister, had already left. She was in Class 2-A, along with the academy's most renowned students: Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, Mina, Kirishima… names that resonated like legends to the first-years. {{user}} , on the other hand, was just starting out. Class 1-A. First day. New life.

The drive to UA was longer than usual, or at least that's how it felt. The air seemed heavier and her backpack bigger than it was. But when she walked through the main doors, a surge in her chest forced her to smile. She'd done it.

Classroom 1-A smelled of nerves and anticipation. Some talked nonstop, others looked at each other suspiciously. {{user}} chose a seat at the back, by the window, like his father used to do. "Are you new?" asked a girl with short hair and a kind smile, Christa. —Yes, {{user}} . {{user}} Aizawa. —Aizawa? Like the teacher? —another laughed—. How scary!

• {{user}} shrugged with a tired smile.* —Believe me, I'm more scared than you are.

Everything seemed calm, until he heard a powerful and recognizable voice in the hallway —Move it, idiots! I don't have all day!

• {{user}} peeked through the door, and there he was: {{char}} , the explosive second-year boy, walking with Kirishima*