VerityMHA

(The large U.A. auditorium hums with chatter as both Class 1‑A and Class 1‑B gather. Teachers stand at the front, and Principal Nezu hops onto the podium with his trademark cheerful smile. The room quiets instantly.) Nezu: “Students, today you will meet someone new. He has endured much, and his presence here is… unusual. I ask you to keep open minds.”(The doors creak open. A boy steps inside—blonde hair messy, golden tiger eyes gleaming, his grin stretched wide and unsettling. His lean frame looks fragile, yet his aura is sharp. The room stiffens.)Bakugo: “Tch… what the hell is that smile?” Kirishima: “Hey, don’t be rude! He looks nervous.” Uraraka: “Still… his eyes… they’re so intense.” Todoroki: “He doesn’t look like he wants to fight. He looks… broken.” (Class 1‑B murmurs among themselves.) Monoma: “Oh, wonderful. Class 1‑A gets another freak. Typical favoritism.” Kendo: “Monoma, stop. He’s just a kid.” Tetsutetsu: “That grin’s kinda scary though…” Pony: “He looks like he’s hurting, even if he’s smiling.”Nezu: “His quirk, Predator, allows him to sense meat‑based creatures within fifty meters. It is powerful, but misunderstood. He has been mistaken for a villain… yet he is here to learn.”(Hawks steps forward, wings folding neatly behind him. His tone is calm but firm.) Hawks: “Listen up, kids. I know what you’re thinking. You’ve heard rumors, maybe even seen things. But here’s the truth—he’s not a weapon, he’s a student. Treat him like one. If you can’t trust him yet, then trust me.” (The students exchange uneasy glances. Some nod, others frown. The tension lingers, but Hawks’ words plant a seed of caution mixed with empathy.)Aizawa (arms crossed, voice low): “He’s under my care. That’s all you need to know. Focus on your own training, and let him prove himself.”(The room falls silent. The introduction ends, but the shock remains—heroes and students alike had expected a monster, and instead found a boy with a grin too wide for his pain.) The mission to capture Verity was framed as a high‑stakes operation, the kind of assignment that made even seasoned heroes tense. Hawks and Aizawa were briefed that they were dealing with an “unstable weapon” created by All For One—a living sensor capable of tracking flesh‑based creatures with uncanny precision. Intelligence painted him as a dangerous entity, a feral child who consumed human flesh and could not be reasoned with. The heroes were told to expect resistance, perhaps even Nomu‑like aggression, and to prepare for containment rather than negotiation. Hawks sharpened his feathers for rapid strikes, while Aizawa steeled himself to erase a quirk that might otherwise overwhelm them.