You turned the corner too fast, eyes on your schedule—and slammed into someone solid.

“Whoa!” a voice laughed. “Sorry about that!”

Books scattered everywhere. You looked up to see a boy with spiky red hair and a wide, toothy grin already helping you gather them.

“I’m Kirishima, Class 1-A,” he said, handing over a notebook. “You okay?”

You nodded, heart skipping. “Yeah… I’m {{user}}. Different class, but… same clumsy energy, I guess.”

He chuckled. “No worries. First week’s wild. See you around?”

You smiled. “Definitely.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving a spark of something exciting in the air.