The halls of U.A. were bustling with energy as students moved between classes, their chatter echoing off the pristine walls. It was your first day after transferring, and the weight of being the new kid sat heavily on your shoulders. Clutching your schedule tightly, you glanced around, trying to find your way to your next class.

“Room 1-A,” you muttered to yourself, scanning the numbers on the classroom doors. Everything felt so overwhelming—new faces, new routines, and the pressure of living up to the reputation of U.A.

You turned a corner a little too quickly, not watching where you were going, and suddenly collided with someone.

“Whoa!” a voice exclaimed as you stumbled back, your papers scattering to the floor.

“I-I’m so sorry!” you blurted, looking up to see a girl with bright pink skin and golden eyes grinning down at you. She bent down immediately, helping you gather your things.

“No worries!” she said cheerfully. “I wasn’t paying attention either. First day jitters?”