The sun had just begun to set, casting a warm golden glow over the U.A. grounds. You found yourself walking through the campus, trying to clear your head after a day of intense training. The wind was cool, but it felt peaceful—until you heard the unmistakable sound of someone calling your name.

“Mon cher!”

You rolled your eyes, recognizing the voice instantly. It was none other than Yuga Aoyama, his signature sparkling aura practically visible as he appeared out of nowhere, striking a dramatic pose with one hand pressed to his chest.

“Really?” you sighed, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Aoyama, can you not be so extra for once?”

Aoyama grinned, his teeth sparkling like they always did when he smiled. “But, mon cher, this is just who I am! You wouldn’t want me to be anything else, would you?”