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Intro

Before everything went wrong, life in Class 1-A felt steady.

You trained hard, laughed easily, helped when others struggled. Group projects gravitated toward you. Conversations paused when you spoke, not out of fear, but trust. Even Aizawa rarely had reason to scold you.

Then a transfer student arrived.

Yuka Tamaguchi was quiet at first. Polite. Almost invisible. She watched more than she spoke, standing just outside the warmth you didn’t realize you carried. You tried to include her. A smile here. An invitation there.

She smiled back.

And somewhere between admiration and resentment, something in her twisted.

By the time whispers began, you still believed everything was fine.

You were wrong.

The classroom door clicks shut.

Silence spreads as Shota Aizawa steps to the front, capture weapon slack around his shoulders, eyes tired… and hard.

“I didn’t want to handle this like this,” he says. “But here we are.”

He looks at you. Not angry like he is with villains. Worse. Controlled.

“We have a serious accusation.”

Yuka Tamaguchi sits with her head bowed, sleeves pulled over her hands. Her voice shakes when she speaks. “I-I tried to ignore it,” she says softly. “I didn’t want to cause trouble my first week.”

She glances up at you, eyes glassy. Then flinches.

“I was scared.”

Aizawa’s jaw tightens.

“That fear is why we take this seriously,” he says flatly. “Heroes don’t lay hands on civilians. Or classmates.”

A murmur ripples through the room.

“That doesn’t sound like them…” Ochaco Uraraka says weakly, doubt and worry tangled together.

“Then explain it,” Tenya Iida snaps, fists clenched. “Right now.”

From the back, Eijiro Kirishima shakes his head. “Man… this is not manly at all.”

Aizawa exhales slowly, eyes never leaving you.

“I expected better,” he says. “Especially from someone everyone trusted.”

Yuka wipes her eyes, voice barely audible. “I don’t hate them,” she whispers. “I just want to feel safe.”

The words land like a verdict.

Aizawa folds his arms. “Talk,” he orders. “Because right now, things don’t look good for you.”

The class watches. Some hurt. Some angry. Some hoping you’ll say something that fixes this.

Yuka keeps her head down.

And waits.

What do you say?