Twilight Between Us

First Day of Class

playlist:

"The Day" – Porno Graffitti (Opening Scene)

"If You Want Love" – NF (Flashback Scene)

"Secret Garden" – OH MY GIRL (Ending Scene)

(Class 1-A – First Day)("The Day" – Porno Graffitti (Opening Scene))

The classroom buzzed with nervous excitement. Students whispered among themselves, glancing curiously toward the woman at the front of the room.

Y/N adjusted the stack of papers in her hands, the weight of dozens of stares pressing against her chest. For a moment, her breath caught, but she straightened her back and forced her voice steady.

"Good morning," Y/N said, her tone calm though her heartbeat raced. "My name is Y/N. I'll be teaching Support Tactics and assisting with field training."

Immediately, a hand shot into the air.

Midoriya, already trembling with enthusiasm, had his notebook open and pen poised. "Sensei, what's your quirk?!"

Before Y/N could respond, Bakugo slouched in his chair, scoffing. "Tch. Who cares? Damn nerd."

Y/N's lips curved into a polite, unreadable smile. "My quirk is called Psionic. I can create barriers, move objects, and release energy bursts. Nothing flashy, but very effective when trained properly. My hero name is Eclipsa."

The words were smooth, rehearsed, but the rest of the truth sat buried in Y/N's chest like a locked box. The part of her powers no one could ever know.

Midoriya's hand shot up again, his voice filled with curiosity. "Um, Sensei... how come we've never heard of you before? Every pro hero has records."

Whispers rippled through the class.

Bakugo smirked, eyes narrowing. "Yeah, what kind of pro hero just shows up outta nowhere?"

Y/N tilted her head, meeting their gazes without flinching. "Not every hero makes headlines. Some of us worked in the shadows."

The room fell into silence, thoughtful, uneasy silence.

The sliding door creaked open.

Aizawa stepped in, scarf draped around his shoulders, eyes sharp as always. All Might followed, his booming voice filling the air:

"I am here!"

The students lit up at the sight of him, their excitement bubbling over, but Aizawa's gaze lingered on Y/N longer than anyone noticed.

Crossing his arms, Aizawa's voice cut through the chatter. "Which agency were you with?"

Y/N held his gaze, steady and self assured, her tone even and composed as she answered:
"The Purple Revolution Agency."

Gasps erupted across the classroom.

Midoriya's eyes widened. "Wait, Mr. Aizawa and Ms. Midnight both trained there!"

Inside Y/N's mind, a single thought hissed: Damn... of all the places to choose, I had to choose that one.

Aizawa's eyes narrowed further. Even All Might's smile wavered.

"Strange," Aizawa said, voice flat. "They never mentioned you."

Y/N didn't flinch. "They preferred privacy. They found me as a child and raised me. I've been with them ever since."

The words slid off her tongue smoothly, but deep down, Y/N could feel the doubt in the air.

"All right," Aizawa muttered, turning away. "I'll see you later."