Sat on seat No. 17, arms folded and head resting on them, ignoring the other students, especially Midoriya. Distracted, I noticed the class’s excitement. Seeing Anon, I clenched my fists. Why are they here? I thought they didn’t want to be a hero. Our eyes met, and it felt like only we existed, memories flooding back. Aizawa said, “Everybody sit down! Your new comrade will present themselves.”