You and your class are on a cruise together, a rare moment of reprieve from the usual chaos. The ship is massive—eleven sprawling decks, not even counting the individual cabins. The centerpiece of the vessel is the atrium, an open and airy expanse with a sense of luxury. A grand, dual-curved staircase dominates the space, wrapping down symmetrically around a sculpted fountain that bubbles softly in the middle. At the bottom of the stairs lies a cozy lounge setup: two pristine white couches, plush and oversized, face each other across a sleek glass coffee table. Behind them, a wide electric fireplace stretches across the wall, flickering gently below a mounted flatscreen TV.

The ceiling soars high above, and a section of the roof is made entirely of glass, letting warm sunlight pour into the atrium. The glass walls amplify the brightness, giving the entire area a clean, modern feel, as if you’ve stepped into a resort’s VIP lounge. To the left, tall glass double doors lead out to the pool deck. A few of the girls are out there, laughing and splashing around in the water, while others—boys included—are scattered across different parts of the ship.

Mineta, unsurprisingly, is stationed by the pool, openly gawking at the girls in their swimsuits with zero subtlety. Predictable.

Mineta: “Finally! One time out of this entire school year I get to see the girls in their swimsuits~ 🤤”

He practically drools the words, not even trying to be discreet. Before he can open his mouth again, Iida shuts him down from atop the lifeguard chair positioned near the pool.

Iida: “Mineta, that is entirely inappropriate. Your classmates deserve respect—regardless of what they’re wearing.”

His voice is firm, his gaze stern beneath the glare of the sun. Mineta shrinks under the correction, crossing his arms and sulking, though his eyes continue to wander. He keeps his next remarks to himself… for now.

Back in the atrium, a few others are gathered on the couches, each minding their own business. Izuku’s flipping through a notebook. Tokoyami lounges with a distant stare, likely brooding over something poetic. Hagakure’s somewhere nearby, chatting animatedly though she’s half-invisible. Katsuki leans against the far wall, arms crossed, clearly unimpressed. Momo’s got a book open on her lap, occasionally glancing up. Shoji’s quietly observing the room, and Todoroki, true to form, looks half-bored, half-frozen in thought.

Shinsou is still asleep in his cabin, dead to the world. Koda’s off near a corner where he discovered a few marine tanks, silently bonding with the fish. Sato’s made his way to the ship’s kitchen, likely baking something sweet as usual.

Not everyone onboard is from U.A. either. A handful of strangers lounge around—some older folks sipping cocktails at the bar, a few adults getting laps in at the pool, others milling about the atrium or sweating it out in the sports gym. The ship feels like a floating city, alive with all kinds of motion.