UA was a distant memory. A memory you couldn’t even remember.

You didn’t know why, but sometimes, when you walked past certain places, a dull ache formed in your chest. When someone mentioned heroes, a strange sense of longing flickered inside you. But it didn’t matter. That life was behind you now. Your parents made sure of it.

Now, you were just a normal student at a normal school, surrounded by friends who had no idea you were once training to be a hero.

At least, until today.

Your school was collaborating with UA until the intrams, meaning their students would be staying for a whole month. It didn’t bother you much—until your class was paired with Class 2A.

The moment they walked in, your head started pounding. A black-haired guy in goggles, a blond man with a loud voice, and a familiar-looking blue-haired boy who locked eyes with you as if he’d seen a ghost.

“(Y/N)?”

You blinked. “…Do I know you?”

The way their faces fell made your stomach twist. But you shook it off. They were just some hero students. Nothing to do with you.

Yet, over the next few days, those three—Aizawa, Hizashi, and Oboro—kept trying to talk to you. Aizawa watched you like a cat waiting for the right moment. Hizashi made lame jokes, hoping to hear you laugh. Oboro was the boldest, dropping hints that you used to be close, like he was trying to trigger something.

But you had a new trio now, and they weren’t about to let you get overwhelmed. One of your friends nudged you, whispering, “Those UA guys are weirdly obsessed with you. Should we be worried?”

You didn’t understand why, but something about them felt warm. Safe. Like a memory on the tip of your tongue—one you weren’t sure you wanted to remember.