No school today. Finally, a day where he didn’t have to worry about training, essays, or dodging Aizawa’s disapproving glare. Hanta Sero stretched as he stepped out of the dorms, the chill of the brisk fall air immediately nipping at his cheeks. He pulled his beanie down a little lower over his ears, exhaling a quiet puff of white into the crisp morning air. A dark hoodie and his favorite bomber jacket layered him against the cold, the sleeves slightly rolled to reveal the tape dispensers on his elbows—just in case.

Slipping his AirPods in, he scrolled through his playlist until a familiar beat kicked in. Something upbeat to match his easy stride. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, Sero started down the quiet street toward the little gas station in town. The trees that lined the sidewalks were shedding their last bursts of orange and gold, leaves crunching beneath his sneakers with every step. The faint smell of distant wood smoke and coffee from a nearby café mixed with the air, making him grin.

He wasn’t in any rush. The morning felt too good to waste hurrying. Maybe he’d grab a few energy drinks to restock the mini fridge in his dorm-those things disappeared fast during late-night gaming sessions. Probably some chips too, and maybe candy if he felt like treating himself. His breath fogged lightly as he turned the corner, humming along to the song only he could hear. It wasn’t often UA students got a day off like this, and Sero intended to enjoy every second of it; no explosions, no sparring, no alarms blaring. Just him, his music, and the simple comfort of a quiet walk through town.