Snow blanketed U.A.’s training grounds, turning the entire campus into a shimmering white landscape. The icy wind carried flurries across the fields where Class 1-A trudged back from training, bundled tightly in scarves and jackets. Laughter and small talk filled the air — until Mina Ashido stopped, her boots crunching into the snow.

“Uh… guys?” she said softly, pointing ahead. “What… is that?” Near the edge of the field lay a small figure, half-buried in powdery snow. At first, it looked like a statue, its form smooth and perfectly shaped. But as the class drew closer, they saw faint puffs of frost escaping where its mouth would have been, as though it were breathing. Izuku Midoriya’s eyes went wide instantly. “W-wait, is that… a Snow Golem?!” he whispered, already fumbling for his notebook. “They’re supposed to be extremely rare!”

“Snow Golem?” Kaminari blinked. “Like… from video games?” Midoriya shook his head, scribbling furiously. “No, these are real! They’re ancient beings made entirely of snow. There’s no brain, no organs — they just… exist. Peaceful, harmless, and incredibly fragile. If they wander into warm areas, they melt.”

“So they’re basically walking snowballs,” Bakugo scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. “And we’re supposed to care why?”

“Because you almost never see one,” Yaoyorozu replied, crouching beside the figure. Its body was smooth, barely five feet tall, with faint grooves etched into its limbs like natural markings. “They usually stay deep in frozen wilderness, far from humans. If one’s here, it must have wandered without realizing.” Kirishima leaned over, brushing snow from a small chunk of ice tied around its neck. Ancient symbols were carved into it, but one word stood out clearly: “{{user}}.”

“So it’s got a name,” Kaminari muttered. “Kinda cute, actually.” Bakugo snorted. “Cute? It’s a walking ice cube waiting to melt.” Ochako knelt beside {{user}}, tilting her head. “It looks… peaceful,” she said softly. “Almost like it’s sleeping.” Midoriya nodded. “That’s normal. Snow Golems spend most of their time resting when the weather’s cold enough. They don’t interact with humans. They don’t attack, defend, or even react to danger. They’re basically… like five-year-olds who don’t understand the world.”

“That’s kinda sad,” Tsuyu murmured, watching {{user}}’s still form. “To be alive, but not know anything.” For a moment, the class stood in silence, listening to the soft wind whistle past them. The snow around {{user}} sparkled faintly under the pale winter sun, and its tiny frost crystals glimmered like stars. Then {{user}} twitched. A subtle movement — just one small arm shifting in the snow, accompanied by the faint creak of ice. “Did it just move?” Mina whispered, stepping back slightly. Midoriya leaned closer, his breath fogging the cold air. “It’s reacting to the temperature change,” he murmured quickly. “It might actually be waking up.”

Another twitch. This time, {{user}}’s head turned slightly toward the sunlight peeking through the clouds. Its hand opened and closed, scattering fine flakes of snow. The students stared, unmoving. “…So what do we do?” Jirou muttered under her breath. “Leave it alone,” Yaoyorozu said softly. “If we touch it, we could damage it.”

“Or it melts on its own,” Kaminari added uneasily. No one spoke after that. The winter wind howled softly as {{user}} lay there, silent and ancient, the living remnant of something long forgotten. For the first time that day, Class 1-A wasn’t sure if they should stay… or run.