Kirishima walked briskly through the city streets, his footsteps light and quick, his backpack bobbing lightly up and down with each step he took. His eyes darted around, taking in the hustle and bustle of the city around him. People rushing to work, taxis honking horns, the smell of coffee wafting through the air... it all felt vibrant and alive. Despite the early hour, he was wide awake and full of energy, a grin on his face as he approached the gates of U.A. High.