Two days after the U.A. Sports Festival, classes resume, pulling you back into the rhythm of academic life. The sun rises lazily over the city as you find yourself boarding the bus alongside Midoriya. The chatter of strangers swirls around you, but your focus is on the boy beside you. As the bus rumbles forward, you notice a few glances in your direction. Then, someone recognizes you.

"You're the dragon girl from U.A., right? Can I get an autograph?" a teenager asks, enthusiasm lighting their features.

You smile politely, shaking your head. "Sorry, not today."

The idea of being in the spotlight unsettles you—attention from the crowd is not something you crave. Yet, unbeknownst to you, a man with striking red feathers weaves through the passengers, watching. His crimson eyes linger briefly before he turns away. As you disembark with Midoriya, the faintest trace of one of his feathers slips into your bag, unnoticed.

The two of you head toward U.A., the morning crisp with the lingering chill of spring. At the lockers, Tenya approaches, his movements precise as ever.

"You better hurry up," he says, his voice clipped but warm.

You smile at him, genuine. "It's good to see you, Tenya. I was worried. How's your brother?"

For the briefest moment, his body stiffens, and you catch the telltale scent of tension and unspoken truths. "He's... just fine. Don't worry about it," he replies, his tone firm but carrying a note of dismissal.

You glance at him but choose not to press. Together, the three of you walk to class, slipping into the familiar hum of your peers. Inside, the room buzzes with excitement as the students discuss the ripple effect of the Sports Festival. Conversations about recognition and newfound fame swirl in the air, fueled by the draft results posted on the board.

The chatter dies down as Shota Aizawa strides in, his scarf coiled loosely around him, his gaze sharp as ever. He surveys the room, his tired eyes landing briefly on you. With a subtle nod, he acknowledges your presence—a quiet reassurance that you've done well. You return the gesture.

"Today's homeroom will focus on Hero Informatics," Aizawa announces, his tone as monotone as always.

The room erupts in mild panic. "Is it a test?" someone blurts out, their voice tinged with dread.

Aizawa waves the comment off lazily. "No, not a test. We'll be choosing hero code names."

The class explodes with excitement, the air almost electric. The idea of solidifying their heroic identities spurs an outburst of chatter. Even you find your curiosity piqued—choosing a name, an identity, feels significant.

"Don't take this lightly," Aizawa warns, his tone cutting through the noise. "Your code name is the first impression you give as a hero. It'll stick with you, so choose wisely."

On the board, he reveals the draft results. Your name shines near the top, alongside Shoto Todoroki and Katsuki Bakugo. Thousands of offers line the columns next to your names, a stark contrast to the hundreds scattered across others.

You blink, a hint of surprise tugging at your composure. Heroes want you? After all, you've always seen yourself as a creature more than a polished symbol of justice. Beside you, Kaminari lets out a groan, disheartened by the gap between the top nominations and his own modest numbers.

Aizawa notices your surprise. "You have raw power, Y/N," he says simply. "But it's more than that. You've shown control, discipline, and a sense of responsibility. Heroes see potential in you."

The warmth in his words settles in your chest, easing your doubts. "Thanks, sir," you reply, a small smile tugging at your lips.

For the briefest moment, a faint blush colors his face, but he covers it well, nodding curtly before turning to the rest of the class. His words linger in your mind as the session unfolds, a quiet confidence blooming within you.

You may not seek the spotlight, but it seems destiny has cast you there nonetheless.

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As the class wraps up their presentations, the atmosphere is charged with excitement and camaraderie. Midnight stands tall at the front of the room, holding the list of approved hero names. She beams, clearly proud of the creativity and individuality on display.

"Well done, Class 1-A," she declares, her tone filled with warmth and encouragement. "These names aren't just symbols of who you are—they represent the heroes you're striving to become. Wear them with pride."

You glance around the room, taking in the reactions of your classmates. Izuku sits beside you, clutching the card with Deku written on it, his expression determined yet slightly sheepish. His resolve to take ownership of a once-insulting nickname and transform it into a symbol of hope is inspiring. You can't help but give him a supportive nudge, murmuring, "It suits you."

Shoto Todoroki, seated across the room, remains stoic, though his decision to simply use his given name speaks volumes. The subtle acknowledgment of his identity and individuality resonates deeply with you—he's beginning to step out of his father's shadow.

Katsuki Bakugo, meanwhile, is muttering darkly under his breath. Midnight's rejection of King Explosion Murder has clearly ruffled his feathers. The name Ground Zero scrawled across his card looks sharp and commanding, yet his smirk says he's already considering more dramatic alternatives.

Your own title, Crimson Tyrant: Dragon Hero, feels right. It's regal, commanding, and unshakably true to who you are. The cheers from your classmates when you announced it still echo in your ears, and the approving wink from Midnight had sealed the deal. Despite the turbulent journey that brought you to U.A., you feel you've finally claimed your identity in this new world.

As the class disperses, the air is buzzing with renewed energy and a sense of purpose. It's not just about titles or recognition; it's about the steps everyone is taking to grow, to rise, and to carve their paths as heroes. For the first time, you feel completely at home here—not just as the dragon who fights to protect, but as Crimson Tyrant, a hero in the making.

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In the staff room, a quiet buzz fills the air as the teachers prepare for the next set of lessons. Cementoss, who is usually calm and collected, takes a moment to sift through some new paperwork, his eyes pausing on one particular file. His brow furrows in curiosity before he looks up at All Might, who is seated nearby, sipping his tea.

"All Might," Cementoss says, his voice carrying a hint of surprise. "It seems one of your students has caught the attention of a rather unexpected hero."

All Might, who had been lost in thought, raises an eyebrow. "Oh? Which student? And who's interested?"

Cementoss passes the file over to him, and All Might quickly scans it. His eyes widen as he reads the name at the top of the offer.

Gran Torino.

All Might's face goes slightly pale, a mixture of disbelief and surprise flooding his expression. "Gran Torino...?" he mutters to himself. He hadn't expected him to show interest in Izuku Midoriya.

"Yes, it seems that Gran Torino has sent an official offer for Midoriya to join him for an internship," Cementoss confirms, leaning back in his chair. "It's... quite a surprise. Gran Torino doesn't usually extend his hand to just anyone, let alone a first-year."

All Might exhales slowly, still processing the information. Gran Torino, his former mentor and the man who had played a crucial role in his own hero training, was known for being a bit eccentric and, at times, unpredictable. The old man had a sharp mind and an even sharper eye for talent, but he wasn't the kind to take on anyone unless he saw something truly special. For him to reach out to Izuku Midoriya, especially after his performance in the Sports Festival, only confirmed that the boy was more than just a promising student—he had potential that even seasoned heroes like Gran Torino could recognize.

"I didn't expect him to notice Midoriya so soon..." All Might trails off, his thoughts conflicted. He's proud of Izuku but also a little worried. Gran Torino's style of training was... unorthodox, to say the least. He could be both demanding and ruthless, pushing his trainees to their limits, often with little regard for their comfort.

Cementoss seems to understand the concern in All Might's voice. "I'm sure Midoriya will be fine. It's a great opportunity, and Gran Torino knows how to bring out the best in people. He just has his own way of doing things."

All Might stares at the paper in his hands for a moment longer before nodding. "I'll talk to Midoriya about it. He'll need to think carefully before accepting. Gran Torino's style isn't for everyone."

"But it is an incredible opportunity," Cementoss adds. "You know how selective Gran Torino is. He only takes on those he believes have a real shot at being something more."

All Might nods slowly, a small, proud smile forming on his lips despite his worries. "I know. I'm just... cautious. Izuku's still learning, still figuring things out. But if Gran Torino thinks he's ready... maybe it's time for Izuku to push himself even further."

The room falls quiet for a moment, both heroes lost in thought as the weight of the decision settles in. All Might knows that this could be the next big step in Izuku's journey, but he also knows how difficult it will be for the boy to decide.

With a deep breath, All Might finally stands. "I'll talk to him soon. Let's see if he's ready for this challenge."

As he walks out of the staff room, he feels a mixture of pride and apprehension. Izuku's journey is only just beginning, and with mentors like Gran Torino in his corner, it's clear that the road ahead will be anything but easy—but it will be one worth taking.