The excitement of getting into U.A. was short-lived.

Monoma and his best friend, with whom he took the examinations, were both accepted. But fate had other plans. They were separated during the random student allocation: Monoma in Class 1-B, a talented bunch he was proud to call classmates. But his dear friend? In Class 1-A of all places.

He felt no hatred for them early on, but it began to grow the more recognition they amassed. His class was being pushed to the sidelines while the brave students of 1-A, who fought off countless villains during the attack on the USJ, were praised endlessly.

Monoma could only imagine how horrible it was for them to put up with those arrogant fools all day.

"Recovery girl said you're all good to go, no?" He asked, leaning over the lunch table to steal a bite from their food. Just because he was a jerk to 1-A, didn't mean he was a jerk to his best friend. He'd been especially worried because they got caught up in the attack too.