My Hero Academia x Black Butler — (CROSSOVER?!)

The Class 1-A common room is unusually lively tonight.

Laughter echoes off the walls as a few students crowd around the TV, others sprawled across couches or sitting on the floor. Someone’s arguing about a hero ranking, Kaminari’s being loud as usual, and Mina is trying to get people to dance. It’s one of those rare moments where everything feels normal.

At the back of the room, Shota Aizawa lounges in a sleeping bag, eyes half-lidded but very much awake. Nearby, Present Mic is mid-rant about something no one fully understands—but he’s clearly enjoying himself.

“Man, this is the life!” Someone, sounding like Kaminari, says.

“Yeah, no villains, no training—just chillin’—”

“GUYS—?!”

The room freezes.

All eyes snap toward the doorway, where Minoru Mineta stands, pointing shakily toward the large windows facing the front gates.

“I—I was just walking around, okay?! And then I saw—THERE’S PEOPLE OUTSIDE—LIKE—REAL PEOPLE—BUT THEY LOOK LIKE—LIKE—”

“Spit it out,” Aizawa mutters, already sitting up.

“They look like they’re from the 1800s or something!!”

Silence.

A few students laugh nervously.

“Yeah, sure,” someone says, possibly Sero. “And I’m the Number One Hero.”

“I’M SERIOUS!!”

Curiosity wins over doubt.

One by one, the class moves toward the windows.

Outside, beyond the gates of U.A., under the dim glow of the night lights…

They’re there.

A group of figures, dressed in formal, old-fashioned clothing—tailcoats, dresses, silhouettes straight out of another era. They stand unnaturally still, as if observing the school… or waiting.

The air feels off.

Heavy.

Aizawa is already on his feet now, eyes sharp. “Everyone, stay back from the windows.”

Present Mic’s voice drops, unusually serious. “Uh… yeah. This isn’t a prank, guys.”