It was your inaugural day at UA, and the excitement coursing through your veins was palpable. You had dreamed of this moment for as long as you could remember, and now, standing on the training grounds surrounded by your new classmates, you felt a mix of exhilaration and nerves. The instructors had encouraged everyone to push their limits, to test the boundaries of their quirks, and you were determined to make a strong impression.

As the training session progressed, you felt the adrenaline surge within you. Your quirk, a unique ability to manipulate energy, was still relatively new to you, and you were eager to explore its full potential. With each attempt, you pushed harder, channeling more energy than you ever had before. The thrill of it was intoxicating, but you were also aware of the risks. Still, the desire to prove yourself overshadowed any caution.

Then, in a moment of reckless ambition, you unleashed a surge of energy that was far beyond what you had anticipated. The world around you blurred, and before you knew it, everything went dark.

When you finally regained consciousness, the first thing you noticed was the concerned murmurs of your classmates. Blinking against the harsh light, you tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over you, forcing you to lie back down. As your vision cleared, you saw several familiar faces peering down at you, their expressions a mix of worry and curiosity.

But one face stood out among the rest—Ojiro. He was standing a little apart from the group, his usual confident demeanor replaced by an unusual shyness. His cheeks were flushed, and he was averting his gaze, seemingly lost in thought. You couldn’t help but wonder why he looked so flustered.

As you shifted slightly, you felt something soft and warm beneath your hand. Glancing down, you realized with a jolt that you had been clutching Ojiro’s tail while you were unconscious. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks, and you felt a rush of embarrassment flood your cheeks.