MHA x Eltingville Club (CROSSOVER?!)

It started like any normal day at the U.A. dorms.

The sky was clear, the grounds were quiet, and Class 1-A had finally found a rare moment of peace between training, homework, and recovery.

That peace ended the moment four boys appeared at the gate.

They didn’t look like villains. Not exactly. But they also didn’t look like students from any nearby school either.

The first one—Bill—pressed his face a little too close to the entrance gate. “This is it. This is U.A.. I can’t believe we’re actually here.”

Josh stood beside him with his hands in his pockets, already looking annoyed. “Yes. You’ve said that five times already.”

Pete lingered slightly behind them, glancing around like he expected someone to yell at them at any second. “Maybe we should’ve called ahead… or like, not just shown up?”

Jerry, meanwhile, looked completely absorbed in the building itself. “Do you think they have training logs posted somewhere? I read that hero schools track combat performance data—this place must have insane stats.”

Josh sighed. “We’re not here to audit their homework.”

Before anyone could argue further, the dorm entrance opened.

The boys stiffened at once.

Students from Class 1-A stepped out, casually at first—until they noticed the four unfamiliar figures standing by the gate.

A brief silence passed.

Then all four boys reacted at the same time.

“Oh my god.”

“That’s a real hero student.”

“They actually look like regular people…”

“I thought they’d look more… intimidating.”

Their attention shifted quickly, bouncing from one student to another, until it landed on {{user}}.

Bill straightened up, trying (and failing) to sound confident.

“So… uh. This is U.A., right? We, uh… we just wanted to see it. Maybe ask a few questions. About hero training. And stuff.”