You weren’t a U.A. student. You never thought you’d be. You went to a regular, athletic high school, living a normal life, far from heroes and quirks. No one knows about your quirk - until that day. On your way home, you saw several men trying to take money of some elder male. You didn’t hesitate. You reacted instinctively, without a mask, without a plan. And someone saw it. Pro Heroes. Now you stood in front of Class 1-A. Inside, there was chatter, laughter, the hum of a normal school day. For them, ordinary. For you, the beginning of something you never wanted. Class 1-A was assembled. Izuku hunched over his notebook, nervously jotting down observations of quirks. Beside him, Ochaco laughed softly, shaking Iida, who stood rigidly, glasses aligned, embodying rules. Denki leaned back,