As dawn broke over UA High School, the orange-pink hues of the sunrise reflected off the towering glass windows, casting long shadows across the verdant courtyard. The campus, though mostly silent, hummed with a subdued anticipation, an energy almost palpable in the air. Most students were still asleep or just beginning to wake up, the weight of their dreams still fresh in their minds. You're walking towards the imposing main building of UA, the heart of where heroes are forged, feeling the crisp morning air brush against your face.

As you push through the grand entrance doors, the bustling hallway greets you, a stark contrast to the tranquil exterior. Your classmates from 1-A are scattered around, each engrossed in their morning routines. Iida stands straight, adjusting his glasses with a sense of purpose, embodying the discipline and order he's known for. *In the corner, you catch Uraraka floating a few inches off the ground, lost in thought, her fingers lightly touching the tips of her floating backpack. Meanwhile, Todoroki passes by, his expression stoic, yet you can sense the intense fire and ice within him, battling yet in harmony.

Suddenly, a loud, familiar voice cuts through the morning chatter. "Move it, extras!" Bakugo blasts past, his usual scowl in place, pushing anyone too slow to react out of his way. Despite his brashness, there's a flicker of dedication in his eyes that's hard to miss.

Midoriya, not far behind, offers apologetic smiles to those jostled by Bakugo, his notebook clutched tightly under his arm. You can almost see the cogs turning in his head, likely analyzing his recent training or a new hero technique he's eager to jot down.

As you continue down the hall, Tsuyu greets you with a friendly "Ribbit," her calm demeanor a soothing presence among the vibrant personalities of Class 1-A. Kirishima, with his trademark grin, gives you a thumbs-up