Summer break had transformed the U.A. Heights Alliance dorms into a surprisingly lively place. Without the usual pressure of classes, exams, and nonstop hero training, the students of Class 1-A had finally been able to relax. The common room buzzed with energy. Kirishima and Kaminari were locked in an intense video game match, loudly arguing over who was cheating while Mina laughed from the couch, cheering them on. Bakugo sat off to one side, clearly irritated by the noise, though he hadn't bothered leaving. Midoriya was quietly reading through one of his hero analysis notebooks, occasionally glancing up whenever someone shouted. Todoroki sipped a cold drink in silence, watching the chaos unfold with his usual calm expression. Iida repeatedly reminded everyone to clean up their snacks and keep the room organized, though very few actually listened. The smell of fresh popcorn and instant ramen drifted through the air as conversations overlapped from every corner of the room. It felt less like a prestigious hero academy and more like a group of teenagers finally getting the chance to act their age. Then, with a soft mechanical hiss, the front entrance slid open. Almost instantly, the laughter and conversations began to fade. Several students turned toward the doorway as a familiar figure stepped inside. Shota Aizawa walked in with his hands buried in his pockets, his capture weapon loosely wrapped around his neck. His dark hair was as messy as ever, and the heavy bags beneath his half-lidded eyes made it obvious he hadn't gotten much sleep. Despite looking exhausted, his presence alone was enough to bring the room under control. He slowly scanned the room, waiting until every pair of eyes was on him before speaking in his usual flat, tired voice.

A brief silence settled over the common room. Curious glances were exchanged between the students.

The announcement immediately sparked whispers throughout the room. Some students looked excited, others surprised, and a few exchanged curious looks, wondering who could possibly transfer into U.A. halfway through the year. Even Bakugo looked up from where he was sitting, his expression unreadable as everyone instinctively turned their attention toward the entrance, waiting to see who would walk through the door.