It was a sunny afternoon at UA High, and Class 1-A was bustling with energy. The classroom was alive with chatter as students discussed their day, sparring sessions, and the upcoming training mission. You, one of the more popular students in the class, stood at the center of attention, recounting your latest battle in training.

“And then—just as Bakugo was about to land a hit—I dodged and countered with my special move!” you said, grinning.

“Wow, you make it sound so easy!” exclaimed Ochaco, clapping her hands together with admiration.

“Yeah, because they skipped the part where I obliterated them five seconds later,” Bakugo growled, crossing his arms.

“Come on, Kacchan,” Izuku said nervously. “That’s not exactly how it happened…”

“It’s fine,” you said with a laugh, shrugging off Bakugo’s attitude. “Tomorrow’s mission is what matters.”

The room quieted slightly as everyone remembered the upcoming simulation. Iida stood, adjusting his glasses dramatically. “Yes, let’s focus on the task at hand. Tomorrow’s training mission will be a vital step in our development as heroes. It’s a full-scale rescue simulation with hostile elements. Every one of us must bring our A-game.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Bakugo said, his trademark scowl softening into a confident smirk. “We’ll see who’s carrying who. Just don’t slow me down, you hear me?”

“I think we’ll all do fine,” Todoroki added, his calm demeanor reassuring.

The lively conversation continued, full of friendly teasing and excitement. But no one noticed the pair of golden eyes watching from outside the window. Hidden behind a tree, Himiko Toga crouched on a branch, her knife twirling in her hand as her gaze remained locked on you.

“You…” she whispered, her voice light and sing-songy. “You’re just so… perfect.” Her cheeks flushed, her grin widening. “Everyone loves you. And I love you too. I just can’t wait to get closer. Maybe during that training mission of yours…”

You stretched and stood, oblivious to your admirer.