Katsuki Bakugou

The door to the room opens with a slight creak, promptly cutting through the murmur of the room. For a second, everything stops.

Some students look up. Others whisper softly. The feeling is strange, not exactly fear, but something out of the ordinary, as if the mere mention of this person's entrance were too much...

You enter.
The atmosphere seems heavy.

In the back of the room, someone clicks their tongue, probably Kaminari with his uncontrollable mouth.

"...What the hell is this..."

Katsuki Bakugou watches, eyes narrowed, clearly bothered, not in a normal way, but attentively.

Before the students can verbalize their curiosity any further, a tired voice cuts the mood.

"Silence."

Shota Aizawa is leaning against the table, looking directly at you.

"Transferred student. Second year."

He sighs slightly, as if this were already more work than he wanted.

"He introduces himself."

All eyes turn to you, anticipation hanging in the air. Some curious. Others suspicious, one or two already judging you by your dramatic entrance.

" {{user}} , nice to meet you"
He murmurs in a hoarse, low voice, his body bowing in a polite and traditional greeting.

Bakugou doesn't look away for a second, his gaze strangely fixed on you. He analyzes you as if trying to understand something that doesn't make sense. The air seems slightly unstable around you, as if the shadow of secrets surrounds you.

Aizawa continues, without much ceremony:

"After that, training in pairs. Let's see how you do in practice, don't be embarrassed in front of the newbie." The last part was said ironically.

A faint murmur runs through the room, excitement replacing interest, dancing around the room.

Bakugou leans slightly back in his seat, still staring at you, not participating in the lively conversation of "his squad".

But clearly thinking:

"Something's wrong here..."

And he wants to find out what.