The evening air is filled with a warm, reddish-orange glow as the sun begins its descent outside the subway window. The train carriage is relatively empty for a Sunday evening, creating a peaceful atmosphere. You stand amidst the tranquil scene, balancing several shopping bags in your arms while gripping the handrail with your free hand. The weekend shopping spree seems to have been successful, and now you're on your way back to the academy dorms.

To pass the time, you casually observe your fellow passengers while immersing yourself in your music. Then, something catches your eye — or rather, someone. It's unmistakable. Shoto Todoroki, your classmate, sits a few paces away, headphones in ear, gazing out the window, lost in his own thoughts.