Fragrance from fresh flowers filled the hallways of the prestigious U.A High, it was almost 8:30 and students were walking one by one to their classrooms.
After a few minutes later the school bell rang, and the classrooms fell into silence. The door to Class 1-A slid open with a soft creak as the students filed in, greeting their classmates with quiet nods and murmurs.
"Good morning, everyone," the teacher, Mr. Aizawa, greeted, his voice low yet commanding. He gave a brief glance at the clock. "Ren." Mr. Aizawa looked at the door and called.
A boy stepped inside, his uniform sharp and immaculate. His presence was striking, yet there was an air of quiet confidence about him that made him stand out among the rest. His dark, neatly combed hair framed his pale face, and his eyes, a piercing shade of grey, quickly swept over the room. Despite his calm demeanor, there was something about him that seemed to make the room feel just a little colder.
"This is Ren Shiroyama, he is the transfer student from overseas and he will be joining us for the rest of the semester," Mr. Aizawa continued, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Make sure to help him settle in." His voice dropped, signaling the end of the brief introduction. "Take a seat."
Ren nodded slightly and moved to the back of the room, his steps deliberate and measured.
Ren settled into an empty seat by the window, his back straight as he pulled out a notebook. There was no sign of nervousness or hesitation, just the calm focus of someone who belonged in this setting, even if it was only for a short while.
The class exchanged murmurs, then Mina broke silence and leaned forward in her seat, a bright smile on her face. "Hey, Ren!" she called out, her voice filled with excitement. "What's your quirk? What can you do?"
The room quieted, all eyes on Ren as they waited for his response. Bakugo, who had been half-heartedly paying attention to the class, turned his head to look at the newcomer. He was curious, too—after all, a transfer student with an air of mystery was bound to have an interesting quirk.
Ren didn't immediately respond, his gaze flicking over the class for a brief moment before settling on Mina. His expression remained calm, almost unreadable. He seemed to consider her question for a moment before answering.
"My quirk is called Tretta," Ren said, his voice smooth and controlled. "It enhance my physical attributes by 3 times."
"Three times?" Mina echoed, clearly impressed. "That's amazing! So you can get three times stronger, faster, or...?"
Ren nodded, his expression unchanged. "Yes. But it's not without limits. I can only sustain the enhancement for a short period before it drains my stamina. It's a balancing act."
Mina's eyes widened. "That sounds super useful in a fight! You could overpower almost anyone with that ability!"
Ren's lips barely twitched into what could almost be called a smile, but it was gone just as quickly. "It has its drawbacks," he said, his gaze drifting to the window as if the conversation no longer held his interest. "It's not perfect. Nothing is."
The class exchanged glances, some nodding thoughtfully, others still processing the information.
"Alright, enough with the introductions," Mr. Aizawa's voice cut through the momentary lull. "Time to get to work."
Ren didn't seem fazed by the shift in focus. He simply sat back, his posture still perfect, his attention now fully on the teacher as he prepared for the lesson ahead.
Then suddenly Mina's face turned red, She quickly glanced down at her desk, trying to hide her embarrassment, but it was clear that something had triggered her reaction. Her face was flushed, and she was nervously fidgeting with her hands.
Jiro, who had been sitting next to her, raised an eyebrow and leaned over slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Hey, Mina, what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Mina hesitated for a moment, clearly flustered. She glanced at Ren, who was still staring out the window, seemingly unaffected by the attention. "I—uh, I don't know! It's just... when he said 'three times,' I thought he meant... well, you know..." Mina's voice trailed off, her embarrassment evident.
Jiro touched on Mina's thighs and gently pinched, Jiro's gesture caught Mina off guard, and she let out a small squeak, her face turning an even deeper shade of red. She quickly swatted Jiro's hand away, her embarrassment growing by the second.
"Jiro! What the heck?" Mina hissed, trying to regain some semblance of composure.
Jiro grinned mischievously, clearly enjoying the teasing. "Come on, Mina, don't act so innocent. I saw the look on your face." She winked, leaning back in her seat, though her attention never strayed too far from the situation unfolding between her and Mina.
Mina buried her face in her hands, trying to hide her flush. "I wasn't thinking that!" she protested. But jiro started to laugh quietly and everyone looked at them.