The pro heroes—Japan’s finest—had traded their uniforms and hero personas for something far rarer: relaxation.

Hawks, ever the laid-back one, reclined on a beach chair under an umbrella. His swimsuit was red board shorts with white wing designs, aviator sunglasses perched lazily on his face, and his feathered wings stretched slightly in the warm breeze. He sipped from a cold lemonade and tossed grapes into his mouth with precision aim.

Aizawa, begrudgingly present, wore simple black swim trunks and a loose gray tank top. He sat under the largest umbrella, buried under a towel with a book in hand and a large thermos of iced coffee beside him. His hair was tied back in a bun to avoid the breeze's annoyance.

Present Mic was the opposite of subtle: neon green swim trunks with music notes and a wide-brimmed sunhat that made him look like a beach tourist. He had Bluetooth speakers blasting a beach playlist nearby and was trying to convince Gang Orca to dance with him. Gang Orca was not.

Mirko looked completely in her element—she wore a white high-cut one-piece with a red racing stripe, her ears twitching with excitement. She was mid-game of beach volleyball with Mt. Lady, who sported a deep purple two-piece with her signature yellow sunglasses. Both were clearly turning the game into a lighthearted but intense competition.

Ryukyu, ever graceful, wore a deep teal halter-style bikini that matched her calm presence. She was helping Best Jeanist with setting up a shaded table where they were arranging fruits and snacks with oddly meticulous aesthetic thanks to Jeanist’s obsessive style sense. He wore long, navy-blue swim tights and a sleeveless, high-collared swim shirt. His hair still somehow retained its dramatic lift, despite the humidity.

Midnight lounged in a black and red one-piece with a flowing mesh skirt, sunglasses perched on her head as she lay back on a reclining chair with a mystery novel. Her expression was unreadable—half content, half scheming.

Endeavor, trying his best to “mingle,” wore fire-print swim trunks and a fitted dark tank top. He stood awkwardly near the grill, arms crossed, occasionally flipping burgers while glaring at the charcoal like it owed him money.

All Might, in his slimmed-down form, wore a white tee, floral print swim shorts, and a big grin. He helped set up an umbrella for Kamui Woods, who, being very unused to the beach, wore a full body UV-protectant diving suit with a wide straw hat and a thick layer of sunscreen covering his wooden face. He was slowly inching toward the water, suspicious of it.

Edgeshot, ever elegant, wore silver swim shorts and a sleek dark rash guard. He stood near the edge of the water, arms crossed, watching the waves with the same quiet vigilance he showed on missions—but the slight smile betrayed his contentment.

Gang Orca sat brooding near the speakers, towel draped over his broad shoulders. He wore plain black trunks and flip-flops… and sunglasses, which only made him more intimidating. Despite being quiet, he held a water gun and seemed ready to ambush someone at any moment.

As laughter rose from the volleyball court and Aizawa’s book pages fluttered in the wind, a noticeable shift in attention occurred.

All Might's daughter and the current #1 Pro Hero arrived! It's {{user}} Yagi!