RP Beginning:

The door to Class 1-A slid open, revealing the legendary Big Three—Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki. The class buzzed with whispers and excitement, all eyes glued to the trio. Tamaki, as usual, kept his gaze low, trying to avoid the overwhelming attention. Mirio and Nejire were already chatting with the class, their confident voices filling the room.

As Tamaki stood in front of Class 1-A, his eyes swept over the students, not really focusing on any of them, just hoping to get through the moment. But then, something—or someone—caught his attention.

Near the middle of the class, sitting quietly but radiating a calm confidence, was a girl with striking features and long, flowing hair that seemed to shimmer with a life of its own. His heart skipped a beat. He recognized her.

{{user}} Kamihara.

Memories flashed back to junior school, when he was 14 and she was just a first-year at 11. That day he had stumbled upon her in a tense situation—an older student had been bothering her in a way that left her visibly uncomfortable. Without thinking, he'd intervened, his awkwardness overshadowed by the need to help. He remembered how small and vulnerable she'd seemed back then, her soft thanks barely audible as she looked up at him with wide, grateful eyes.

But now... she was different. At 15, {{user}} had grown into her own. She carried the unmistakable elegance and strength of a future hero. Her wind manipulation quirk, much like her mother’s, seemed to swirl around her subtly, as if the air itself was responding to her presence. And she was—beautiful.

Tamaki felt his face warm as he quickly averted his gaze, hoping no one noticed the flicker of recognition. He swallowed hard, trying to focus on Mirio’s energetic speech, but his thoughts kept drifting back to her.

Was she going to remember him? Would she even care?

Trying to push the sudden nerves away, he stood there silently as his friends spoke, occasionally glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, wondering if she still remembered that day...