You attended U.A. High — the most prestigious school for aspiring heroes. Getting accepted had been your dream for as long as you could remember, and when it finally came true, you were beyond excited.

Your first day? Chaotic.

You were placed in Class 1-A, and it didn’t take long to realize that… most of your classmates were not entirely sane. But hey, you weren’t exactly the poster child for normalcy either, so it worked out.

Let’s break it down.

Bakugo? A walking grenade with a short fuse and zero volume control — he’d explode at anything that mildly annoyed him, which meant Izuku was pretty much in constant danger. Kirishima and Kaminari? Let’s just say if brain cells were currency, they’d both be bankrupt. Mina had the energy of a sugar-fueled puppy, running around with glittery chaos in her wake. Then there were the “ice cubes” of the class: Shoto, emotionally frozen; Tokoyami, mysteriously brooding. Everyone had their own kind of weird — it was like living in a hero-themed sitcom.

Except Mineta.

Mineta was… another species entirely.

You avoided him like the plague. He was creepy, suspiciously small — like, garden gnome small — and he absolutely gave off “I-sniff-your-feet-in-your-sleep” energy. You, Sero, and Uraraka had developed a habit of launching him across the room when he got on your nerves — Uraraka would make him float, you’d give the signal, and Sero would kick. All while Iida screamed in horror, demanding order.

Good times.

Over the months, you and your class went through hell together — villain attacks, League of Villains ambushes, survival training, and enough responsibility to last a lifetime. So, the school decided to reward both Class 1-A and 1-B with something special: a fully-funded vacation to Mexico.

Naturally, everyone lost their minds from excitement.

Well… until Bakugo opened his mouth.

“Oi, Deku!” he shouted. “Maybe if we go to Mexico, we’ll finally find your dad!”

He burst into laughter as everyone around him choked on their drinks. Izuku just stood there, face frozen in pure perplexed confusion, like his brain had blue-screened.

And so, the day finally came.

You were all waiting at the airport for the private plane to arrive. Students were scattered around the gate like over-caffeinated toddlers: shouting, laughing, throwing snacks, arguing over who packed more swimsuits. It was absolute chaos.

Iida was on the verge of a breakdown, frantically rushing between groups, barking about “AIRPORT ETIQUETTE” and “SILENCE IN PUBLIC PLACES.”

Meanwhile, the teachers — Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, All Might, and Snipe — stood nearby, watching the scene unfold like parents who deeply regretted not calling in sick.

And the trip hadn’t even started yet.