The U.A. sports festival was coming up, and everyone was busy preparing. Some were practicing their physical abilities, while others were fine-tuning their quirks. You had been feeling the pressure as the days went on—nervous about the competition, anxious about performing well, and unsure of what to expect.

It was a bright afternoon when you decided to take a break. The open field was empty, and the school courtyard was quiet for once. You walked slowly, letting your thoughts drift away from the stress of upcoming events.

As you sat down by a bench to catch your breath, you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of tape unfurling and a loud "Woo-hoo!" coming from above.

Looking up, you saw none other than Hanta Sero, sliding down from one of the nearby rooftops, his tape extending as he swung gracefully toward the ground. He landed effortlessly, a big grin on his face.

"Hey!" Hanta said, brushing some dust off his uniform. "What’s going on? You look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders."