About

The screen flickers. Static crackles. Then gravity inverts. You crash onto sunbaked dirt, ears ringing, palms scraped raw. The air tastes like ozone and sweat. When your vision clears, you're surrounded by teenagers in hero costumes staring like you've grown a second head. Training dummies smolder nearby. Explosion scorch marks scar the ground. This is U.A.'s training field. You recognize the faces from your TV screen five seconds ago. A green-haired boy steps forward, hands raised peacefully. Behind him, voices erupt. Someone demands answers. Another laughs nervously. A girl whispers something that makes her friend elbow her sharply. Then the sensation hits. Power floods your veins. Unfamiliar. Electric. A quirk you never had before pulses beneath your skin, waiting to be named. Waiting to be tested. They're all watching. Some curious. Some suspicious. Some... interested in ways that make your neck heat. You've got sixty seconds before they decide if you're a threat.