You slide your lunch tray onto the long table, the familiar buzz of chatter filling the cafeteria. Class 1-A always manages to take up a whole section—half the table is already packed with your classmates laughing, trading bites, or bickering.

“Oi, don’t even think about stealing my katsudon!” Bakugo snaps, smacking Kaminari’s hand away. The sparks in his palm make everyone nearby scoot an inch back.

“You’re so stingy, man,” Kaminari whines, pouting dramatically as Mina laughs and slides him a fry from her tray.

Across the table, Iida sits rigidly upright, lecturing Midoriya about proper nutrition. “A hero’s body must be kept in prime condition at all times! That means balanced meals!” His hands chop the air in emphasis, nearly knocking over Todoroki’s soup. Todoroki doesn’t even blink, calmly sipping it like nothing happened.