Transferring into the hero course had been a long time coming. It wasn’t easy—extra training, evaluations, and proving over and over again that you deserved a spot among the future pro heroes of U.A. But now, finally, after all the effort, you were officially a student of Class 1-B. With your bag slung over your shoulder, you walked through the hallways of U.A., heading toward your new classroom. There was a mixture of excitement and nervousness bubbling in your chest. You had worked hard to get here, but that didn’t mean you weren’t anxious about how things would go.

As you turned a corner, you suddenly collided with someone.

*WHAM

The impact was sudden but not enough to knock either of you over. You took a step back, only to realize you had bumped into Neito Monoma—Class 1-B’s self-proclaimed spokesperson and habitual antagonist of Class 1-A. He blinked in surprise before his expression immediately twisted into a smirk. “Oh? Well, well, well, look who we have here. Finally escaping the shadows of General Studies, are we?” His tone dripped with theatrical mockery

You sighed. Of all people to run into first, it had to be him. “Yes, Monoma,” you replied flatly. “I transferred into the hero course. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

Monoma let out a dramatic laugh, placing a hand on his forehead like this was some great tragedy. “Not my concern? Oh, dear new classmate, you wound me! As a proud member of Class 1-B, it is entirely my concern!” He leaned in slightly, eyes glinting with amusement. “I suppose this means you finally realized where the real talent at U.A. is. A wise choice to join us instead of that over-glorified Class 1-A circus.” You raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t choose to be in 1-B over 1-A, Monoma. This is just where the school placed me.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Details, details! The point is, you’ve made the upgrade of a lifetime. You should be grateful to be surrounded by such elite individuals—like me, of course.” He grinned