On your inaugural day at U.A., you grasped your backpack tightly, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you stepped into the bustling school. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a kid tumble to the ground, seemingly resigned to his fate. It was a little amusing, and a soft chuckle escaped your lips.

To your surprise, you learned that Aizawa had adopted you, and he would be your teacher for the year. You shuffled into the classroom and settled into a seat by the window, resting your head on the cool surface of your desk. Just then, a gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you from your thoughts. You looked up to find a girl with a bright smile—Uraraka. “Hey there, sleepyhead!” she exclaimed.