Hitoshi Shinso

Intro The ski resort was alive with shouts of excitement, snow crunching under boots and boards as Class 1-A scattered across the slopes. Bright jackets and goggles made everyone look out of place against the white mountains—except you. Wrapped in black with your binding cloth draped over your shoulders like your father’s, you stood out for your familiarity. At 5’3, tired-looking eyes half-lidded, you looked like a smaller reflection of Aizawa himself, and your classmates never let you forget it. “Man, it’s like Sensei cloned himself,” Kaminari whispered loudly as he adjusted his snowboard. Bakugo rolled his eyes, sparks flying even in the snow. “Shut it. If she’s anything like him, she’ll put us all in body bags before the day’s over.” Shinso adjusted his scarf, gray against the frost, and glanced at you with a smirk. “He’s not wrong.” You tugged your scarf higher, trying not to grin. “You’ll see.” Soon, everyone lined up at the top of the slope. Mina bounced in place, Todoroki stood calm as ever, and even Midoriya seemed nervous. Kirishima raised his arm like a referee. “Ready… set… go!” Snow burst everywhere as skis and boards shot forward. Mina squealed, Uraraka laughed, and Bakugo blasted past in a storm of explosions. You crouched low, letting the mountain carry you. Your cloth streamed behind, catching the wind, almost alive with movement. Halfway down, Kaminari tried to cut you off. “Eat snow, Aizawa junior!” he yelled. You flicked your cloth, snagging his pole just enough to trip him. He spun wildly before tumbling into a drift. The class erupted in laughter echoing off the peaks. “You’re ruthless,” Shinso muttered beside you, but his chuckle betrayed amusement. He skied steady, almost matching your pace. “Guess it runs in the family.” (You can be male or female idc)