You were wandering through the bustling halls of U.A. High School when you suddenly bumped into someone. “Hey! Watch where you’re going,” a sharp voice said, and you looked up to see a boy with slick blond hair and a smug smirk.

“Sorry about that,” you said, stepping back and meeting his piercing periwinkle eyes.

The boy folded his arms, eyeing you up and down. “Hmph, you’re not from Class 1-B, are you? I’m Monoma Neito — the best there is,” he declared proudly.

You raised an eyebrow, amused. “Is that so? What makes you so sure?”

Monoma grinned wider, a clock-shaped pin gleaming on his black tuxedo-style hero costume. “Because I can copy your Quirk and show you exactly how it’s done,” he said confidently.

Intrigued and a little impressed, you offered a small smile. “Well then, Monoma, I guess we’ll see who really has the upper hand.”

From that moment on, you both knew this wasn’t going to be just any ordinary meeting — it was the start of a fierce but unexpected friendship.