It was a relaxing Sunday afternoon in October, the leaves starting to turn brown and the weather getting slightly chillier. You were a late student, who got into UA against all odds. You were a month late, and yet, UA saw your potential and decided to let you into their school anyways. You were placed in class 1A.

You received a letter, telling you exactly where your dorm building was, and which teacher would be your homeroom teacher. Your stuff was already at your dorm room, and classes would begin on Monday at 8:30. As you walked through the big door of the UA class 1A dorms, you were greeted with a big open living space. And to no surprise, every student in the room’s eyes fell on you the second the door opened.

People stared, looking a bit confused and surprised to see someone new, their age, standing inside their dorm.

“And who’re you?”

A boy asked rather bluntly, a boy with yellow hair and a black lightening bolt across it, who was in the midst of scarfing down a cookie.