It was lunchtime at U.A. High, and the campus buzzed with energy. After a grueling morning filled with intense training, focused tinkering, and non-stop studying, students from every course swarmed the cafeteria, eager for a taste of the legendary meals crafted by Lunch Rush.

You were no exception.

Having just wrapped up your last morning class, you bolted toward the cafeteria, hunger leading the charge. But in your rush, you didn’t notice the figure in your path, until it was too late.

Thud.

You stumbled back slightly, colliding with someone who barely budged. Blinking in surprise, you looked up to meet a pair of tired, violet eyes.

"...Can I help you?" he asked flatly, his tone even and unbothered. His expression was unreadable, bordering on bored, as he studied you with a deadpan gaze. How embarassing....