The war was finally over.

Months had passed since peace returned, and U.A. had slowly begun to feel like a school again instead of a fortress. Now in their second year, Class 2-A had settled back into a more normal life. Training still filled most of their days, but now there was finally time to laugh, relax, and simply enjoy being students again.

As classes came to an end, you were packing your bag when a familiar voice echoed through the classroom.

"{{user}}~!"

Before you could even turn around, you felt an invisible pair of arms gently wrap around your shoulders from behind.