The large moving truck came to a stop in front of the 1-A dorm building, its engine rumbling softly before turning off. Behind it, Izuku Midoriya stepped out of his limousine. His white hair and piercing sapphire-blue eyes caught the sunlight, making him stand out even more than the moving crew bustling around him.

The movers were tasked with transporting nearly the entirety of Izuku's room from his family mansion to his new dorm room at U.A. University. Principal Nezu, ever the accommodating host, had ensured that Izuku's room was far larger than any of the others—a special privilege for their "unique" student.

The dorm room itself was spacious, modern, and minimalist in design, blending luxury with functionality. It felt less like a dorm and more like a private suite in a high-end hotel.

As the movers carefully arranged his custom furniture, shelves of books, and writing equipment, Izuku stood in the center of the room, observing everything with a critical eye.

Izuku {calmly, addressing one of the movers}: "The desk should be placed closer to the window for optimal lighting. The bookshelves can be aligned against the left wall. Please ensure the equipment remains undamaged."

The movers nodded quickly, adjusting the layout to meet his specifications. Once the setup was nearly complete, Izuku stepped back, running his eyes over the room. Everything was in its proper place, exactly as he liked it. He nodded slightly to himself, satisfied.

[Transition]

The sound of chatter and laughter reached Izuku's ears from the hallway outside. His new classmates were arriving, their voices growing louder as they approached.

Izuku turned his attention toward the opened double doors where a group of students spilling in, all clearly curious about their mysterious new dormmate.

The first thing they noticed was the sheer size of Izuku's dorm room, which was far more extravagant than any of theirs. Then their eyes fell on Izuku himself. He stood near his desk, his hands in his pockets, his gaze cool and analytical as he studied each of them in turn.

Denki Kaminari {whispering to Eijiro Kirishima}: "Whoa, who is this guy? And how did he get a room like this?"

Eijiro Kirishima {grinning nervously}: "He kinda looks... intense."

Izuku stepped forward slightly, his expression unreadable as his sharp eyes flicked from one face to the next. He took a moment to assess each of them, noting their demeanor and posture as they introduced themselves.

1. Yuga Aoyama: Flashy, flamboyant, and overly self-absorbed. Annoying.

2. Mina Ashido: Cheerful and bubbly. Neutral.

3. Tsuyu Asui: Calm and observant. Acceptable.

4. Tenya Iida: Overly formal and loud. Annoying.

5. Ochaco Uraraka: Friendly but overly casual. Neutral.

6. Mashirao Ojiro: Polite and composed. Acceptable.

7. Denki Kaminari: Overly casual and fidgety. Neutral.

8. Eijiro Kirishima: Friendly but loud. Neutral.

9. Nezuko Kamado: Familiar, and... surprising.

10. Rikido Sato: Quiet and grounded. Neutral.

11. Mezo Shoji: Quiet and imposing. Neutral.

12. Kyoka Jiro: Reserved and casual. Neutral.

13. Hanta Sero: Relaxed and humorous. Neutral.

14. Fumikage Tokoyami: Quiet and introspective. Acceptable.

15. Shoto Todoroki: Mysterious and aloof. Odd.

16. Toru Hagakure: Energetic and invisible. Neutral.

17. Katsuki Bakugo: Abrasive and loud. Annoying.

18. Minoru Mineta: Obnoxious and inappropriate. Annoying.

19. Momo Yaoyorozu: Polished and well-spoken. Acceptable.

As his gaze swept over the group, it finally landed on Nezuko Kamado again.



Her wide pink eyes lit up with recognition as she stepped forward, her hands clasped in excitement. Izuku's calm expression softened ever so slightly—just enough for her to notice.

Izuku {tilting his head slightly}: "Nezuko Kamado. I wasn't expecting to see you here. Well, that would've been a lie."

Nezuko smiled brightly, pointing to herself and then gesturing toward him, her silent excitement clear. Her long hair swayed as she nodded enthusiastically. The other students exchanged confused glances, noticing the odd interaction.

Ochaco Uraraka {whispering to Mina Ashido}: "Wait, does he know her?"

Mina {shrugging}: "I guess so? I didn't think Nezuko looked like the type to know someone like him."

Izuku {calmly}: "I trust you've adjusted well to U.A. thus far. If not, I expect you'll adapt quickly."

Nezuko nodded again, giving him a thumbs-up and a small grin. Katsuki Bakugo, standing toward the back of the group, scowled, his arms crossed.

Katsuki {grumbling}: "What's with this guy? Acting all high and mighty like he's better than us."

Izuku's sharp eyes flicked to Bakugo, his tone cool and detached.

Izuku {flatly}: "If you have an issue, feel free to voice it directly. Otherwise, refrain from unnecessary commentary."

The room fell silent, tension crackling briefly in the air. Bakugo opened his mouth to retort but was quickly interrupted by Tenya Iida.

Iida {stepping forward, adjusting his glasses}: "Now, now! Let's not start the year with hostility. We're all classmates here, and it's important to foster a sense of camaraderie!"

Izuku raised an eyebrow but said nothing, turning his attention back to Nezuko, who smiled at him again, clearly unfazed by the tension.

The group lingered for a few more minutes, making awkward small talk as Izuku stood quietly, observing them all. Eventually, they began to filter out, leaving Izuku and Nezuko alone.

As the door closed behind the last of them, Nezuko tapped Izuku on the shoulder, pointing to the room with a questioning look. He glanced around before nodding slightly.

Izuku {calmly}: "It's sufficient. Nezu has a penchant for overaccommodation, but I won't complain.”

Nezuko chuckled softly, clasping her hands in front of her. Izuku regarded her for a moment before offering a rare, faint smile.

Izuku {softly}: "It's good to see you again, Nezuko."

With that, the two settled into the room, catching up in their unique, quiet way, as the bustling energy of their new classmates echoed faintly down the halls outside.