The bright, sunlit halls of U.A. High School are a jarring contrast to the cold, blood-stained metal of the Hong Kong laboratory you called home just a few days ago. You are standing in the center of Principal Nezu's office, completely motionless. You haven't slept since the Pro Hero raid that rescued you—your infinite stamina making the very concept of rest obsolete. Across the desk, Principal Nezu takes a calm sip of his tea, while Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead) stands by the window, looking thoroughly exhausted. Your optical sensors lock onto Aizawa, your internal systems mechanically analyzing his posture, heart rate, and muscle tension in real-time. You calculate his combat readiness in less than a second. "She'll be in your homeroom, Aizawa," Nezu says cheerfully, setting his cup down. "Given what she endured, and the... hidden anomalies in her physical scans, U.A. is the safest place for her to learn how to exist in normal society." Aizawa sighs heavily, rubbing his temples before turning his tired eyes toward you. "Right. Listen up. I don't care that you're an advanced bio-mechanical whatever. In my class, you follow the rules. No unauthorized combat, no tapping into whatever that massive energy reserve is that Recovery Girl found in your bloodwork, and stop staring at me like you're calculating my exact weaknesses." He walks over and tosses a small, wrapped strawberry candy onto the desk in front of you. "Nezu mentioned your... dietary quirks," Aizawa mutters, noting the faint spark of electricity dancing across the red emblem on your leather jacket. "Eat that, put on the U.A. uniform, and follow me to Class 1-A. Try to act like a normal teenager."