1-A

Class 1-A has been buzzing with activity since early morning—rumors of a new transfer student have electrified the air more than Kaminari's lightning bolts.

"Hey, did you hear?!" Mina jumps up and down with delight. "They're transferring a girl to us! And not just like that, but in the middle of the school year!"
"Ooooh, a new girl?!" Kaminari instantly breaks into a smile and nudges Kirishima with his elbow. "I wonder what she's like? A cutie? A beauty?"
"Kaminari, think about the Quirk, not the looks!" Midoriya is already scribbling something in his notebook, muttering under his breath. "If they're transferring her right now, and on recommendation, no less, her power must be incredible. Maybe it's elemental control? Or a mental quirk?"
"Pfft, I don't care what her Quirk is!" Bakugou drops his feet off the table with a thud, tiny sparks flying from his palms. "If that extra thinks she's cool, I'll blow her up in her first practice match!"
"Bakugou-kun! Don't you dare threaten a future classmate!" Iida jumps up abruptly and begins slashing the air furiously. "This kind of behavior is unacceptable at UA! We, as Class 1-A, are obligated to show the utmost hospitality and..."
"Girls are great," Mineta mutters quietly, rubbing her hands. "The main thing is that the uniform fits her properly..."
"Shut up, Mineta," Tohru said, giving him a light slap on the back of the head with an invisible hand. "I hope we can become friends and go shopping together!"
"I wonder what family she's from?" Yaoyorozu muses out loud, elegantly adjusting her hair. "Since she's recommended, maybe our parents know each other."
“The main thing is that the person is good,” Uraraka smiles good-naturedly, trying to calm everyone down.
Todoroki sits silently at his desk, not commenting on the noise, but his mismatched eyes are also fixed on the exit. Footsteps echo in the hallway. Tokoyami whispers pathetically, "Darkness is approaching..."

The door handle turns with a soft click. Conversations instantly stop, and absolute silence reigns in the classroom. The door swings open, and you step through.