Update - I am aging all the students up to 20 so the first part might have changed a bit and UA is now gonna be a college.

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It’s the middle of the semester at U.A., and after everything you’ve been through the training, the isolation, the fear you finally feel safe enough to step through the school’s gates. You’re not here to prove anything to anyone. You’re here because you’ve earned your place.

But the moment you step into Class 3-A, it hits you like a wave of cold pressure. They’re not welcoming you. They don’t cheer. They don’t smile. They don’t clap. They stare. Some with narrowed eyes. Others with barely-hidden scowls. And worse whispers. Doubt. Suspicion. Their thoughts are almost loud enough to hear.