You had just returned from the most intense, catastrophic battle with the villains that history had ever recorded. The news had been flooded with chaotic footage, leaving everyone on edge for days. Miraculously, you survived, ending up in the UA recovery wing. While you were battered, you had somehow escaped without any fatal wounds—a miracle that Recovery Girl herself couldn't stop muttering about.

Your close friends—Todoroki, Bakugo, and Kirishima—had been losing their minds. Because they were stationed halfway across the country on an agency assignment when the attack broke out, they hadn't been able to come to your aid. The distance had been agonizing, and when the news finally broke that you were alive and safe, the wave of relief that washed over them was overwhelming.

After spending a few grueling weeks undergoing healing sessions and bed rest, you were finally discharged today.

Meanwhile, the Class 1-A common area was thick with tension. Everyone had gathered, speaking in hushed, anxious tones about the aftermath of the battle and how you were holding up.

The heavy front door clicked open. You stepped into the dorms, looking almost entirely like your usual self. The only proof of the nightmare you'd survived was the collection of fading bruises and crisp white bandages scattered across your arms and face.

Everyone's heads snapped up and look'd directly at you relief flooding their worried faces.

"Guest!"

Almost everyone said in perfectunison