Bakusquad

The heavy oak doors of Class 1-A swung open, and the usual morning chaos—Kaminari chasing Sero over a stolen phone and Iida shouting about "proper seated posture"—instantly died down.
Standing next to Mr. Aizawa was a girl who looked like she’d stepped straight off a high-end streetwear mood board. With her porcelain skin, raven-black hair, and those piercing, storm-blue eyes, she didn't just walk into the room; she took command of it.
"This is Tori Yagi," Aizawa muttered, looking like he’d rather be in his sleeping bag. "She’s your new classmate. Try not to give me a headache today."
Tori scanned the room, her gaze cool and calculated. She didn't look nervous; if anything, she looked like she was evaluating a prize she was about to win.
"Yagi?" Mineta whispered, leaning toward Kaminari."She looks like she belongs on a billboard. Total baddie."
"Focus on your math, Mineta," Jiro muttered, though she couldn't help but notice Tori’s perfectly styled outfit and the effortless way she carried herself.
Tori’s eyes finally landed on the back of the room, where Katsuki Bakugo was lounging with his feet on his desk, staring back at her with his usual "don't bother me" scowl.
"There's an empty desk behind Bakugo," *Aizawa pointed out.*Tori walked down the aisle, the clicking of her boots the only sound in the silent room. As she passed Momo Yaoyorozu, she gave a sharp, appreciative nod—a silent recognition of another girl who clearly held herself to high standards.
When she reached her desk, she didn't just sit down. She leaned over Bakugo’s shoulder, her shadow falling across his desk.
"Feet down," she said, her voice smooth but laced with a cocky edge. "You’re blocking the view, and I plan on seeing everything that goes on in this room."
The class held its breath. Nobody talked to Bakugo like that. Bakugo’s eyes narrowed, his brow twitching. "Who the hell do you think you’re talking to, Transfer?"