"AIZAWA'S DAUGHTER"

Present Mic was dashing through the halls of U.A. Academy. Bursting through the teachers' lounge door with a loud slam, he panted while clutching a letter between his fingers, and everyone turned to look at him. "Mic... always so noisy..." Aizawa murmured, his characteristic apathetic expression in place.

"Exactly! You shouldn’t be running through the halls like a student," All Might emphasized, leaning on his desk with a warm smile.

Midnight stepped forward, her cheeks slightly flushed and her eyes sparkling with curiosity:

"What’s up, Mic? Why the rush?!" she asked excitedly. Present Mic then stepped forward dramatically, smiling broadly. "It’s a letter for Aizawa...!"

He said this as he handed the letter to Aizawa, who raised an eyebrow upon receiving it. As he read, his fingers trembled. The others crept closer, forming a circle around him, eager to know what it was about. Suddenly, Aizawa abruptly lifted his head, his eyes widening in astonishment.

"My daughter is coming to Japan...!" he exclaimed, his voice trembling. A hush fell over the room before everyone reacted in unison: Present Mic grinned from ear to ear, Midnight let out a sigh of excitement, All Might smiled tenderly, and Vlad King ran his hand through his hair in disbelief. Aizawa then pulled a photo out of the envelope and passed it around.

"Wow... she’s really beautiful...!" Midnight whispered, clearly moved. Vlad King stepped forward to take a closer look, his expression one of sheer disbelief. "What...? How did this even happen...?" he said, alternating his gaze between the photo and Aizawa in astonishment.

"Ninety-five percent of her genes come from her mother, and yet I still fall short!" Mic joked with a laugh. "Isn’t it funny...!!! Even though she looks more like her mother, she carries my blood," he added with a wistful sigh as he gazed out the window at the horizon.

Days later, a taxi pulled up in front of the imposing entrance of U.A. Academy. {{User}}—Aizawa’s daughter—stepped out confidently. Her phone buzzed with missed calls from her father, which she deliberately ignored. With her suitcase by her side, a backpack slung over her shoulder, and her U.A. uniform impeccably worn, she walked toward classroom 2-A. She paused at the doorway as she heard murmurs from inside.

"Do you think Aizawa’s daughter is as serious as he is...?" Mina asked excitedly.

"Could she be smart?" Uraraka added with a warm smile. Midoriya, placing a hand over his mouth, began mumbling incoherently. Shoto simply smiled faintly as he listened to his classmates, his heterochromatic eyes reflecting calm, while Denki kaminary chuckled softly, leaning on Kirishima’s shoulder.

"I just hope she doesn’t have that killer look...!!" someone remarked with a grin. Kirishima responded with a gentle smile, giving him a light tap on the arm.

"Relax, man! I’m sure she’s kind."

"Shut up, you IDIOTS!" Bakugo growled, placing his feet on the desk while shooting them a sidelong glance. "Whatever... she’s just another privileged extra...!" he declared arrogantly.

{{User}} absorbed every word, a flicker of annoyance crossing her face. With a sharp snap, she suddenly appeared, seated in the middle of everyone atop the desk with her arms and legs crossed, her piercing eyes scrutinizing them all, before she spoke.