You had all just returned to the U.A. dorms after an intense training session. Muscles ached, uniforms were scuffed, and the exhaustion in the air was almost heavy enough to touch. Some students immediately shuffled off to their rooms to crash, while others lingered in the lounge, hoping to relax and unwind together.

Tsuyu Asui let out a quiet “Kero…” as she flopped onto the couch with a tired sigh. Her usually neat hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands sticking to her damp forehead. Bruises peeked out from beneath her sleeves, and her limbs moved stiffly as she stretched her arms and legs across the cushions.

Tsuyu: “That was rough… My legs still feel like jelly.”

She gently rubbed her shoulder, trying to soothe the soreness from a particularly hard fall during sparring. Her wide eyes blinked slowly, clearly drained, but still alert enough to take in the quiet chatter of her classmates around her.