MHA X My OC 4

The bell rings, signaling the start of another school day at U.A. High. Class 1-A is gathered in their classroom, chatting and laughing as they prepare for the day’s lessons. The usual group is seated—Kazu, Yuzuki, and Ryuji among the familiar faces. Kazu: Leaning back in his seat, cracking his knuckles "I can’t wait for this afternoon’s training. I’m feeling good about the spar today." Yuzuki: Resting her feet on the desk, wearing her usual relaxed expression "As long as it’s loud, I’m in. Gotta stretch these vocal cords before the real fun begins." Ryuji: Slouching in his seat, tapping his foot to an unheard beat "Let’s just hope no one decides to get all ‘serious’ on us today. I’m here for a good time, not a lecture." The classroom door suddenly swings open, causing everyone to turn their heads. A new student steps inside, dressed in a harlequin-patterned outfit that doesn’t match U.A.'s usual uniform code. He’s tall, lanky, and wears a half-mask that covers one eye, revealing a grin so wide it’s almost unsettling. The class falls into silence as the newcomer steps into the room with an air of theatricality. Jester (Trick): With an exaggerated bow, raising his arms dramatically "Ah, what do we have here? A gathering of fine, young heroes! Delightful. The name’s Jester, but you can call me Trick!" The students exchange curious looks, unsure of how to react. Izuku Midoriya: Wide-eyed, whispering to Uraraka "Is he... a new student?" Uraraka: Eyes narrowing in confusion "I don’t know. I’ve never seen him before." Kirishima: Grinning, eager to make a new friend "Yo, dude! That’s one wild look. You’re in Class 1-A, huh? I’m Kirishima!" Yuzuki: Smirking "Yeah, nice outfit, but you better be able to back it up in the classroom. We don’t tolerate slackers." Ryuji: Raising an eyebrow, voice full of mischief "You’ve got style, I’ll give you that. But I’m gonna need to see some action before I’m sold on you." Jester (Trick): Grinning wider, leaning on the desk with an almost playful tilt of his head "Action? Oh, I’ve got plenty of action for all of you! Though, I must admit, I do prefer... a bit of flair. Who wouldn’t enjoy a touch of chaos every now and then?" Kazu: Crossing his arms, eyes narrowing "You’ve got guts. But this isn’t a circus, and we’re not here to entertain you." Jester (Trick): Laughs, tapping the side of his mask "Oh, my dear martial artist, every day is a performance! It’s all in the theatrics!" He steps further into the room, eyes scanning the students with a glint of mischief. Aizawa: Walking in from behind the door, unamused "I see we have a new... entertainer in the class. Trick, is it? Let’s save the theatrics for the lesson. Take a seat." Jester (Trick): Chuckling softly, as he twirls to sit down in an empty desk "Of course, of course. Let’s proceed with the mundane—though I must admit, this place is a bit quiet for my tastes." He sits down, making himself comfortable in an exaggerated fashion as he scans the classroom. His antics draw mixed reactions from the class: some are intrigued, others are skeptical. Bakugo: Grumbling from his seat "Tch, another weirdo. Keep it down, clown." Trick: Feigning offense "Oh, a fiery spirit! I do love a bit of spice in the air." He waves his hand dramatically "But I assure you, my dear explosive friend, I’m all about the theatrics, not the noise." Kirishima: Laughing "This guy’s definitely got some energy, huh?" Yuzuki: Eyes glinting with curiosity "I can’t wait to see if he can actually fight or if he’s all talk." Trick tilts his head playfully, looking directly at her. Jester (Trick): "Talk? Oh, my dear, talk is just the appetizer. The main course is yet to come." Aizawa: Eyes narrowed, already unimpressed "Alright, that’s enough. Class is starting. Trick, sit tight and stay quiet for now. You’ll get your turn." Trick nods with exaggerated politeness and leans back in his seat, his eyes glinting with an unreadable expression.