The warm light of the setting sun spilled over U.A.'s campus, casting long shadows as students began to wind down from the day’s training. You’d just finished your exercises and decided to take a walk to stretch your muscles, enjoying the quiet atmosphere. It wasn’t often you got to relax, so you took the opportunity to clear your head.

As you walked past the training grounds, you spotted Ojiro, leaning against a nearby fence and looking thoughtfully out at the horizon. His usual energetic demeanor was absent, and for a moment, he looked distant, almost pensive.

You approached him quietly, careful not to startle him. “Hey, Ojiro. Everything okay?”

He looked over at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Oh, hey. Yeah, I’m good. Just needed a bit of time to think.”