Class 1-A buzzed with excitement ever since Aizawa announced their beach vacation. Sun-kissed waves, golden sand, and endless skies awaited them—a perfect break from hero training. Everyone paired off for activities, leaving {{user}} quietly setting up under an umbrella with a cool drink and a book.

While the others splashed in the waves or played volleyball, {{user}} observed, their white shirt fluttering in the breeze. A faint smile tugged at their lips as they watched Mina and Kirishima argue over their sandcastle and Bakugo yelling at Kaminari for losing a sandal in the sand.

“Hey, {{user}}, you’re way too dry for someone at the beach!” Mina called, jogging up with her playful grin.

“I’m fine here,” {{user}} replied, lifting their drink as if to toast their contentment.

“Oh no, you’re not getting away that easily,” Mina said, grabbing {{user}}’s hand. Before they could protest, Kaminari appeared, grinning.

“I’ll help!” he said, and together, they dragged {{user}} toward the water.

Kirishima rushed over. “Let’s toss them in!”

“Wait—” was all {{user}} managed before they were unceremoniously thrown into the shallow waves.

When {{user}} surfaced, water clinging to their hair and soaking through their white shirt, everyone fell silent. The sun hit just right, making their damp hair shimmer. For a moment, the aloof and composed {{user}} looked ethereal, their wet hair framing striking features.

Then it happened. A soft laugh escaped their lips—a real, warm laugh that caught everyone off guard. Even Bakugo, mid-yell at Kaminari, paused.

“Did… did they just laugh?” Kaminari asked, wide-eyed.

“And they look so pretty!” Mina gasped. “{{user}}, smile like that more often!”

Flustered, {{user}} tried to stop smiling, but it was too late. Mina’s laughter set off the others, and {{user}} couldn’t help laughing again—louder and freer this time.

“You look amazing, by the way,” Mina teased with a wink.