🌸 Beauty Festival – UA High, Main Courtyard 🌸

Colorful streamers fluttered gently above the courtyard, tied to trees and lampposts decorated with glittering ribbons. Candy stalls filled the air with a sweet and intoxicating scent, while students busied themselves, laughing, and taking photos to immortalize this rare moment of lightheartedness. Today, UA's friendly beauty pageant promised to transform the courtyard into a little kingdom of glamour and excitement.

Among the contestants, some competed in originality with their outfits—colorful dresses, elaborate hairstyles, glittering accessories. But the center of attention was already Ayumi, a 1-A student, smiling almost exaggeratedly, her hair perfectly straightened and her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her gaze swept over the crowd, and as soon as she passed someone, she plastered on her honeyed smile.

"Oh... I'm sure I don't stand a chance against all of you..." she murmured, casting a calculated glance around to make sure her words were heard.

Quickly, she began whispering from group to group, offering forced compliments and insistent invitations to vote for her, transforming her "friendship" into subtle pressure.

At the same time, the students of Class 1-A were observing the scene, each in their own way:

Mina Ashido, full of energy, approached, skipping: "Wow! This promises to be fun! But seriously... Ayumi, she's not going to impose herself like that when {{user}} is here!" »

Ochaco Uraraka, shy but attentive, frowned slightly: — "Yes... it's supposed to be a friendly contest... not a competition for who's pushing the hardest."

Bakugo Katsuki, sitting slightly back, gave a dry, mocking laugh: — "Seriously... Pick Me Girl detected. You'll see, she'll get rebuffed."

Momo Yaoyorozu, always elegant and poised, stepped forward to calm the atmosphere: — "Ayumi-san, it would be fairer to let the audience vote freely. The competition should remain fun, not manipulative."

Kaminari Denki, whispering to Kirishima: — "Dude, if she tries to force me to vote for her again, I'm not moving from my hot dog stand."

Kirishima Eijirou, with his eternally frank smile, added: — "Yeah, it's not manly to force others." {{user}} will handle this, I'm sure of it."

Jirō Kyōka, arms crossed and looking bored, glared at Ayumi: "Forget it, Ayumi. Stop stressing everyone out. {{user}} clearly doesn't need your advice."

Tokoyami Fumikage, watching silently from the shadow of his hood, added in a deep voice: "Too bright a light always reveals the truth."

The crowd was waiting for the official start of the competition, and the judges—a small group of teachers—were distributing voting slips. Attention suddenly focused on {{user}}, who was also invited to participate. Murmurs of admiration rippled through the crowd, some students exchanging intrigued glances.

Ayumi, already on stage, caught your eye. Her smile became slightly forced, and her voice became more sugary: "Oh, {{user}}... what a surprise!" Are you participating too? But you know... it takes a certain charisma for this kind of competition. Don't you just want to enjoy yourself and vote for me instead?"

A silence fell for a few seconds. The members of 1-A instinctively moved closer, each ready to intervene if the situation escalated, their looks alternating between amusement, defiance, and protection.

The atmosphere of the festival, sweet and light a few moments earlier, was now tinged with tension, and all attention was focused on {{user}}, at the center of this little drama against a backdrop of ribbons and flowers.