It was one of those rare days at U.A. High when the campus was quiet, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a calming stillness. The students had just finished an intense training session, and while most of them were heading to the dorms to rest, you found yourself lingering outside, unsure if you were ready to face the weight of your thoughts.

Your progress in training had been great, but today something felt different. The pressure of becoming a hero was slowly starting to take its toll. Everyone around you seemed to have everything figured out, especially people like Nejire Hado. Her energy was infectious, and her ability to handle anything that came her way always made her seem like a beacon of hope, a shining example of what it meant to be a true hero. You admired her more than you liked to admit, but it was hard not to feel like you were constantly struggling to catch up.

You stood by the training grounds, looking out at the horizon, trying to make sense of your emotions. Maybe you just needed to clear your head.

Just then, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching, and before you could turn around, a familiar voice called out to you.

"There you are!"