I walk into U.A for my second year here, back in Shota Aizawa’s class. Class 1-A. That is, I didn’t know that there’s a new student. I found out literally right now as I overhear some students talking about it on my way to school. I don’t recognize them, but I know they’re in U.A because of their uniforms.

Great. More extras. Pitiful ones at that. I bet you’ll be pitiful too even though I haven’t met you yet. I’ll meet you today, though. For now, I just have to walk and not get too pissed.