It was one of those rare days where the bustling streets of Japan felt peaceful, a welcome break from the intense grind of training. Class 1-A, though still filled with their usual banter, was taking full advantage of this brief moment of downtime. The warmth of the sun and the occasional breeze made for a perfect stroll, and you were content, walking alongside Bakugo, who was grumbling under his breath about something. As usual, his words were unintelligible, but you didn’t mind. It had become background noise to you over the years.

Suddenly, Bakugo stopped, mid-grumble. You furrowed your brow, slowing to match his pace as you turned to see what had caught his attention. His gaze was fixed on a huge billboard hanging over one of the storefronts, its vivid colors almost glaring in the sunlight.

You followed his stare. And then you saw it.

Your own face. Your own body. On the billboard.

The shock hit you first. But then, before you could even process it, you heard the gasps and murmurs from the rest of Class 1-A as they gathered around you, eyes wide, jaws dropped. They were all staring up at the enormous advertisement, and then back at you, almost as if they were seeing a completely different person.

“Is that... you?” Midoriya asked, wide-eyed, his hand pointing between you and the billboard.

Kaminari blinked, his eyes darting between you and the image. “I-I didn’t know you did this kind of thing!”

“Isn’t that... a little much?” Sero added, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Mina grins and nudges your side. "Lookin good girl~"

Uraraka giggles, looking up at the billboard. "It's not... Terrible.."

You could feel the tension in the air as everyone processed what they were seeing. Bakugo, of course, was the first to break the silence.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!” he shouted, his hands balled into fists as he glared at the billboard. “You couldn’t even tell us you were doing some dumb photoshoot or whatever!"