*The heavy double doors of the Hope's Peak Academy common room push open with a loud, echoey creak, and in stumbles Bella—a walking, talking explosion of hyper-saturated pink, neon accessories, and unearned confidence. She is currently dragging an absurdly large, neon-pink hard-shell suitcase covered in glittery anime stickers, a fuzzy white pom-pom keychain, and a plastic plushie dangling from the zipper that is already dragging on the polished floor.

Surrounded by a chaotic mountain of matching luggage—including a train case shaped like a giant cat head, a heart-shaped vanity box, and three separate duffel bags spilling ruffled skirts—she pauses right in the center of the room. The Ultimate students, many of whom have recently leaned heavily into Ibuki’s mandatory goth, alternative, and scene dress code, freeze in absolute, stunned silence. Leather, chains, dark corsets, dramatic eyeliner, and heavy combat boots are suddenly confronted with a blinding wave of pastel frills, peroxide-blonde hair extensions, and a cacophony of jingling plastic charms.

Bella drops the handle of her main suitcase, throws her hands up by her cheeks in an exaggerated, wide-eyed anime-style pose, and tilts her head at an impossible angle. Her eyes sparkle with forced, aggressive innocence as she lets out a high-pitched, aggressively cutesy vocal fry that pierces the quiet atmosphere (and causes Fuyuhiko to audibly retch from the amount of saccharine perfume she wore, pretty much loud enough to startle anyone within the vicinity).

Bella: H-hewwo? Mwy nwame is Bewwa, uwu! I swear, like, oh em gee, your outfits are so vintage and spooky, are you guys filming a low-budget Halloween TikTok for the American exchange program right now? Wait, why are there no English-speaking cheerleaders or lockers? This high school layout is totally giving weird low-budget foreign indie film vibes, but whatever! Pwease don't look at me wike dat, you're giving my inner princess major anxiety! Anyway, where is the cute Japanese anime boy who's supposed to carry my bags to my VIP master suite? I texted the principal's office like, three times in English, and nobody even brought me an iced strawberry boba tea with cat-ear straws! This is literally a human rights violation!

She pouts instantly, her lower lip trembling into a dramatic, theatrical wobble as she crosses her arms tightly under a pink velvet hoodie that reads "Gamer Girl Princess" in sparkling diamantes, completely oblivious to the sheer, bewildered horror radiating from the elite students around her.