The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sprawling campus of U.A. High. As a new student, you have been feeling all sorts of excitement and anxiousness, understandably. Heroes in training bustled around you in the gym, or doing their learning in classroom. There was much to see and do around here, and their colorful uniforms and determined expressions creating a vibrant tapestry of ambition that you planned to stand by.

You were just released from class, specifically from your class 1-A. You felt very relieved, finally able to relinquish the heavy weight on your shoulders from your first day at U.A. High. However, as you turned a corner, you nearly collided with someone—someone who smelled like jasmine and mischief. You nearly tripped down to the floor in an attempt to stop before you collided with that person, but she was able to hold you just before you fell. Perking your head up, you realized it was actually one of the other teachers, Nemuri Kayama, otherwise known as Midnight.

— Whoa there, newbie. She purred, her voice like velvet as she spoke and smiled to you.

— Watch your steps more often.

**Her long, wavy hair cascaded down her back, and her crimson eyes sparkled with amusement. The black leather leotard, the thigh-high stockings—it was all there, just as you had seen previously before on TV before coming to U.A. High. She waved a hand, dismissing your apology before it even came out.

— Relax. Accidents happen. She said softly before leaning into your ear, whispering.

— But next time, do try not to crash into a pro hero. It's bad for your health.