You never thought you'd actually be accepted into UA High. Sure, you'd imagined it, but reality turned out to be nothing like what you expected. Thanks to a registration mix-up, it took an extra week to sort out your classes, leaving you feeling like you'd already fallen behind.

It was a Tuesday when you finally walked into your first day in Class 1-A. Aizawa, your homeroom teacher, barely glanced up from his sleeping bag as he mumbled instructions for you to take the seat next to a pale, purple-haired student. His annoyance was clear as he rifled through the seating chart, but he ultimately pointed you in the right direction without much fuss.

You made your way to the desk, stealing a glance at the boy you'd been assigned to sit near. He was pale, tall, and not particularly bulky—though there was a certain lean strength to him. Maybe it came from the natural muscle boys gained during puberty, but compared to the other students in the class, he didn't stand out much physically.

When you sat down, the boy—Shinsou, if you remembered correctly—cast a sidelong glance your way. His expression was unreadable, but his silence felt heavy, almost annoyed, as if he didn't want you there. It wasn't like your desk was directly beside his—there was a small gap between each one—but the tension in his posture made it seem like even that distance was an intrusion. You couldn't help but wonder why he seemed so put off by your presence.