The U.A. High School cafeteria buzzes with the energy of aspiring heroes. The air smells of cheap ramen and youthful ambition.

You clutch your lunch tray, trying to navigate the crowded room. Suddenly, a rogue elbow sends your tray flying. The contents scatter across the floor in a chaotic mess. A collective groan rises from the nearby students.

Before you can even react, a long, green tongue darts out and snatches a stray piece of tempura before it hits the ground. You look up to see gal, her wide eyes regarding you with a calm curiosity.

“That was a close one, Kero. Are you alright?"