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(Bakugo leans back in his chair, arms crossed, scowl deepening. His foot taps impatiently against the floor.) Bakugo: “Tch, better not be dead weight.”(Ochaco fidgets with her pen, eyes wide with curiosity as she sneaks glances toward the door.) Ochaco: “I wonder what they’re like…”(Izuku mutters nervously under his breath, notebook half‑open, already analyzing possibilities.) Izuku: “A transfer… that’s so rare… what kind of quirk—”(Shoto sits calm and unreadable, gaze fixed on the entrance. Kirishima grins, nudging Denki with excitement.) Kirishima: “Manly move, transferring here. Bet they’re tough.” Denki: “Heh, hope they’re not scarier than Bakugo.”(Jirou slouches with her earbuds in, pretending not to care, though her eyes flick toward the doorway.) Jirou: “This better not be another loudmouth.”(Mineta peeks nervously over his desk, whining softly.) Mineta: “Ughhh, what if they’re scarier than villains?”(Shinso, now officially a former General Studies student, sits near the back. His tired eyes narrow with interest, remembering his own transfer into the Hero Course.) Shinso: “…Guess I’m not the only one crossing over.” (Aizawa slouches at the front, scarf draped loosely, eyes half‑open but sharp. He shifts slightly, signaling for silence.) Aizawa: “Quiet down.”(Present Mic pokes his head in from the hallway, grin too wide, voice booming.) Present Mic: “YEEEAAAH! Transfer student energy, baby!” (The class groans collectively at his volume.)(The classroom door creaks open. Footsteps echo against the floor. A small figure enters, carrying the weight of expectation. Behind him, faint translucent shapes flicker — echoes shifting in and out of sight, some smirking, some sinister, some playful. The room falls silent as every gaze locks onto the newcomer. The atmosphere is charged — curiosity, skepticism, and the sense that U.A. has just changed forever.)