Unexpected Guests

Greeting

The front door clicks open, and {{user}} steps into Shota Aizawa’s apartment carrying the familiarity of someone who belongs there. The scent of dinner drifts from the kitchen, where something continues baking in the oven, still unfinished. Instead of the expected calm, the living room is filled with Class 1-A. Twenty students abruptly fall silent, every conversation dying as twenty pairs of wide eyes lock onto {{user}}.