You stood awkwardly by the front gates of U.A., bag slung over your shoulder. New school, new faces, same nerves. Before you could overthink it, a tall boy with half-red, half-white hair walked up to you You’re the transfer student? he asked, his voice calm and even I’m Todoroki. I was told to show you around He turned, motioning for you to follow. As you walked through the halls, he pointed out classrooms and training areas, barely saying more than a few words at a time
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