The chill of early morning bit at the students as they arrived at U.A. Midoriya’s footsteps echoed lightly down the hall, already spotting Iida standing by the classroom door, his usual punctual self.

  “Morning, Iida,” Midoriya said quietly, trying to keep his nerves steady. Iida nodded back, adjusting his glasses with that familiar seriousness.

  One by one, the others trickled in. The energy was low, a quiet hum beneath the surface, no hint yet of the chaos to come. Robinn slipped in near the back, expression unreadable, eyes flickering briefly toward Midoriya but otherwise distant.

  Then Aizawa appeared, looking more exhausted than usual. Without ceremony, he tossed his sleeping bag open on the floor and collapsed inside, already half-asleep before the homeroom even started.

  “Alright, alright,” Aizawa muttered, “Class president. Choose one. Let’s get this over with.”

  The room murmured, restless but reluctant to start. Robinn remained indifferent, barely glancing up.

  Iida straightened and spoke up, “A voting system would be efficient and fair.”

  The votes were cast, and Midoriya’s name won by a narrow margin. Momo became vice president. But when it was his turn to speak, Midoriya stammered, cheeks burning. “I... I’m not sure I’m the best fit for this...”

  Aizawa’s eyes opened briefly, sharp and assessing. “Figure it out by day’s end,” he said dryly, then sank back into his sleeping bag.

  The class ended there, tension lingering in the air as Midoriya wondered if he could really step up.

  The next three classes passed without much incident. Lessons blurred together, quizzes, lectures, and practical exercises that felt routine. Robinn struggled with some of the material, her focus drifting now and then, but nothing too obvious. She wasn’t the center of attention, just another student trying to keep pace.

  When lunch arrived, the class shuffled toward the cafeteria. Robinn followed Uraraka, Midoriya, and Iida, just like the day before, after they’d invited her again. The four of them settled at a table, digging into their food.

  Robinn ate thoroughly, almost methodically, her usual calm presence a contrast to the scattered chatter around her. Midoriya tried to relax and enjoy the brief break, Uraraka smiled softly, still watching the room with a gentle attentiveness.

  Suddenly, the U.A alarms blared sharply. Panic erupted immediately. Students scrambled toward emergency exits, a surge of bodies pushing and jostling against one another.

  The crush broke the group apart, friends separated in the flood of students. Iida, tall and quick to assess, noticed the source of commotion outside: reporters.

  “Uraraka, float me up!” Iida ordered, steady and clear. She used her quirk, slapping his hand and lifted him effortlessly. From above he used his quirk to propel himself eventually hitting the wall above the emergency exit door with a thud, Iida raised his arms in a firm “stop” pose, his voice cutting through the chaos as he called for everyone to stay calm, still stuck to the wall.

  The crowd gradually quieted.

  Nearby, Kaminari, walking with Kirishima, laughed quietly, grateful the pushing had stopped. “Did you see Iida back there? Full stop sign pose like a real hero,” he chuckled, shaking his head.

  His gaze shifted to the cafeteria entrance, and there, oddly, Robinn sat calmly at the table, still eating as if nothing was happening. Kirishima raised an eyebrow and approached her. “You didn’t even flinch, huh? What gives?” Robinn glanced up, her tone dry but calm, still kinda smiling. “I did start to evacuate, but since im tall I saw it was just reporters. So, I came back to finish eating, can’t be wasting calories now.”

  Kirishima blinked, then let out a low whistle, clearly impressed. “Man... that’s kinda badass. Cool head under pressure.” Kaminari flopped into the seat across from her, eyebrows raised. “Wait, seriously? You just went ‘ah, reporters’ and sat back down?”

  Kaminari grinned. “That’s wild. I freaked out and almost elbowed a guy in the face trying to get through the crowd.”

  “Totally manly,” Kirishima added with a snort, nudging his friend. “Meanwhile she just finishes lunch like it’s nothing.”

  “I was hungry,” Robinn said, half-laughing under her breath. “And panicking wouldn’t have really helped.”

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  They shared a look, half amused, half impressed. Robinn hadn’t said much the day before, but now she felt just a little more familiar. Still an oddball, sure, but not in a bad way.

  The bell chimed soon after, cutting the conversation short. “Alright, guess it’s time to change,” Kaminari groaned, stretching as he got up. “Hero training next,” Kirishima said, rubbing his hands together. “You ready?”

  Robinn finished the last bite of her lunch and stood, brushing off her uniform, now smiling excitedly “Always.”

  A short while later, the class regrouped out at Ground Beta, all in their training uniforms. The sun hung high, warm but not punishing, as they assembled in a loose semi-circle.

  Aizawa stood ahead of them, looking like he’d slept even less than usual.“Get in your groups from last class. Today’s focus is application, mobility, decision-making, and restraint.”

  He paused, eyeing Midoriya and Bakugo.“And no one destroy anything unless I say so.”

  Then his gaze shifted. “And Reibach, since you’re new, just pick a group.” All eyes turned to Robinn.

  She didn’t flinch, didn’t fidget, didn’t seem to register the attention at all. Her eyes moved slowly across the forming groups, scanning each pair with quiet interest, calculating. Not hesitating, just observing.

  She looked past Todoroki’s aloof posture, past Bakugo’s already-itching aggression. Her gaze paused slightly on Midoriya and Uraraka, only briefly, then drifted.

  Kaminari gave her a two-finger salute from where he stood next to Jiro. Kirishima raised a brow as their eyes met for a second.

  Robinn turned her head toward Aizawa. “Kirishima and Sero’s team if that’s fine.”

  Aizawa grunted his approval and went back to surveying the teams.

  Kirishima blinked. “Wait... us?”

  “Cool,” Sero said with a grin, stretching one arm lazily. “Welcome aboard.”

  Robinn nodded once, already walking toward them.

  “Guess we’re a trio now.” Sero muttered cheerfully.

  Across the field, the groups started spacing out. Aizawa finally spoke up.

  “Your goal is simple,” he said. “Reach the central marker as a team, retrieve the dummy, and get it back without triggering the traps, or getting caught. The terrain’s randomized. Teams will go in one at a time. Don’t overthink it, the traps arent gonna injure you, and there’s capture robots, not hard to outmaneuver.”

  He pointed toward the warehouse entrance behind him, where the simulation would begin.

  “Team Midoriya, Uraraka. first up. Move.”

  Sero, Kirishima, and Robinn all turned slightly, watching as their classmates started jogging toward the building.

  Robinn remained still, arms crossed, her expression unreadable. Sero gave her a sidelong glance. “You ever done this kinda thing before?”

  “Not exactly,” she replied easily. “In the US, it wasn’t with robots, really.”

  Kirishima grinned. “That’s enough for me.”

  Time passed as team after team entered the building. Some returned sweating and grumbling, others laughing or analyzing what they could’ve done better. A few limped back with bruised egos more than bodies.

  Finally, Aizawa looked up from his tablet.“Kirishima, Sero, Reibach. You’re up.”

  Sero cracked his knuckles.“Alright, let’s see what this course has for us.”

  Kirishima threw an arm over Robinn’s shoulder briefly as they walked. “You’re with us now. Let’s make this count.”

  Robinn glanced sideways at him, a faint smile flickering.“Just don’t slow me down.”

  They stepped through the warehouse doors as they slid open, lights dimming overhead, the simulation kicking into gear.

  And the test began.

  As soon as the doors slid shut behind them, a soft mechanical chime echoed overhead. The simulation had started. Kirishima rolled his shoulders. “Alright, let’s-”

  But Robinn was already gone. No flash, no smoke, no theatrics, just a rush of wind and the faintest shimmer in the air, like heat distortion, and then... nothing, just her shoes on the floor where she was standing.

  Kirishima blinked. “Wait... where’d she-?”

  Before Sero could answer, the first trap triggered ahead of them with a hiss, only to immediately snap, fizzle, and deactivate in a puff of harmless gas. A second popped out from a side panel, then sparked and shut off before it could even deploy.

  They looked at each other. Then forwards.

  High above, on the screen outside the warehouse, the class saw it too: a flickering blur darting through the obstacles like a ghost, sometimes visible for half a second before vanishing again. Every time she rematerialized, it was to quietly dismantle another trap, pulling wires, jamming mechanisms, disabling sensors, all without slowing down.

  “Wait... is that Robinn?” Uraraka asked, wide-eyed. “She’s going alone?” Kaminari added, leaning in. “That’s her quirk?" Jiro muttered. “Is she... invisible?" Tsuyu blinked.

  Then Hagakure, who’d been unusually silent, suddenly sputtered. ”Hey!! That’s my thing!!” Her gloves flailed. “What gives?! I’m the invisible girl! She can’t just... she can’t just take that!"

  Aizawa remained silent, arms crossed, watching the screen. If he was surprised, he didn’t show it.

  Back in the warehouse, Kirishima and Sero began moving cautiously, only to find their path completely cleared. No traps left. The capture robots powered down or tripped. A straight path lay ahead.

  And there she was... Robinn waiting at the end of the warehouse with the dummy already in hand, expression cool, like she’d just gone for a jog. No urgency.

  She turned as they jogged up. “Thought I’d get it ready for you,” she said simply, holding out the dummy to Kirishima with a bright, casual smile.

  He blinked, taking it slowly. “You... you already got it?” Sero let out a low whistle. “Okay...damn."

  On the screens outside, the class sat in stunned silence. “She made that look way too easy,” Midoriya murmured, already scribbling something furiously in his notebook.

  “She’s not just invisible,” Jiro muttered. “That was... something else."

  “Still not okay,” Hagakure mumbled with a pouty voice. “She better not be permanently invisible or I swear I’m suing.”

  Inside, the exit doors began to open behind them, signaling the simulation’s end. Robinn walked through them first, retrieving her shoes and not looking back.