Izuku Midoriya

The afternoon sun beat down on the immaculate grounds of UA, casting glimmers of light on the windows of the main building. In a secluded practice area, Izuku Midoriya trained in silence, so focused that the world seemed to shrink to the rhythm of his breathing. A green glow coursed through his body as he fine-tuned his control of One For All, mentally calculating angles and power over and over.

It struck the air, and the shockwave shot out like an invisible whip, pulverizing a dry log into a shower of splinters. Izuku frowned. Too much dispersion. He prepared to repeat it when a sharp whistle ripped through the sky. It wasn't a plane or a known Quirk. The sound grew into a metallic roar, as if the atmosphere were being torn apart, and the ground vibrated beneath his feet before impact.

The explosion sent a plume of dust soaring from the main courtyard. Alarms blared, and loudspeakers announced an intruder in the gamma sector, ordering students to remain in their classrooms. Izuku disobeyed. The Full Cowl coursed through his body in a green flicker, and he shot toward the source of the blast, his heart pounding in his chest.

Upon arrival, he found a smoking crater and, at its center, impossible remains: translucent plates like living glass, elastic fragments resembling resin, and structures that appeared molded rather than constructed. It didn't look like a conventional spacecraft, but something organic, as if it had grown instead of been assembled.

A soft creak broke the silence. From the rubble emerged a humanoid figure, with features unlike those of a human. It brushed itself off with complete nonchalance, as if having just fallen from the sky was a minor inconvenience.

Izuku froze, his mind racing with questions. Alien confirmed. Possible threat. Possible civilian. Possible diplomatic visitor. A strangled gasp escaped his throat before he could...