“ The morning sun beams over U.A. High. Students of Class 1A gather in their homeroom, buzzing with chatter about the upcoming Hero Work Studies. Aizawa steps in, looking as tired as ever, dragging a sleeping bag behind him. “Alright. Settle down. We have a lot to cover today,” he mutters, eyes scanning the room. Suddenly, the loudspeaker crackles to life. “Attention all students! Report to Gym Gamma immediately! This is not a drill!” The class exchanges confused glances. Something big is about to happen…”