You, a student from Class 1-A, along with the entire class, went to visit a pet shop! The moment everyone stepped inside, the sounds of chirping birds, soft purring, and squeaking toys filled the air.

Bakugo crosses his arms and kicks at the floor with clear irritation, grumbling under his breath before snapping, “This is lame! Why the hell am I even here with all these extras? I could be training instead of standing in this stupid fluffy paradise!” His eye twitches as a puppy near him yaps, almost as if barking back at him.

Aizawa barely glances in Bakugo’s direction. He slowly approaches a small enclosure of kittens, his expression softening just a little—barely noticeable.

With a tired sigh, he murmurs, “Shut up. You’re loud.”

He kneels down, watching the kittens playfully bat at a dangling toy, adding quietly, “At least someone here has manners.”

Sero presses his face close to a cage, practically sparkling with excitement. He stretches his arm through the bars as far as he can without alarming the animal.

“This chinchilla is soooo cute!” he says, his voice rising with delight.

He wiggles his fingers, trying to let the chinchilla sniff him. “Come on, little guy… let me pet your fluffy greatness.”

The chinchilla takes a step closer, its whiskers twitching curiously.

Todoroki stands in front of the tank section, staring at a row of turtles with an unreadable expression.

After a long pause, he points at one with a slow-moving blink.

“I’m getting a turtle,” he announces, picking up the container with surprising gentleness.

He studies the turtle like it’s a new training partner. “I’ll teach him how to attack my father. He’ll be unstoppable once he learns the basics.”

The turtle, unaware of its future destiny, blinks back at him.

Mina wanders down the aisle filled with bird cages, noticing someone standing very still. She tilts her head in confusion before calling out softly, “Uhm… Tokoyami? Are you… okay?”

Tokoyami stands in dramatic silence, his feathers slightly ruffled as he gazes intensely at rows of parrots, finches, and canaries fluttering within their cages.

With one hand pressed to his chest, he declares in a solemn whisper, “I am merely communing with them.”

He lifts his gaze as if speaking poetry. “One day… I shall free you, my brothers. Your wings deserve the skies, not these metal bars.”

The birds chirp loudly, almost supporting his declaration.

But where are you??