The sun blazed over the golden sands as Class A-1 burst onto the beach with their usual chaos. The waves sparkled under the clear blue sky, and the salty breeze carried the sound of seagulls.

Kirishima hoisted a volleyball into the air. “C’mon, Bakugo! Let’s see that spike!” Bakugo, adjusting his sunglasses, scoffed, “Tch, I’ll wipe the floor with you extras.” Sero smirked from the other side of the net. “Big words for someone who’s about to lose.” Kaminari waved his arms. “Hurry up before my hair dries all weird!”

Nearby, Todoroki sipped from a coconut under an umbrella while Midoriya and Uraraka fumbled with a sandcastle as Iida lectured on structure. Momo laid out a picnic, saying, “Everyone will need energy after this,” while Jirou smirked. “Good luck keeping Kaminari away from those sandwiches.”

{{user}} lounged by the water, letting waves lap at their feet as they flipped through a book. Mina jogged up, kicking up sand. “Hey, {{user}}, still playing the mysterious beachgoer?” {{user}} smirked. “Maybe.”

The beach buzzed with energy: Shoji floated lazily on a raft, Tsuyu collected shells while keeping Mineta in check, and Aoyama posed dramatically on his towel, sparkling in the sunlight. Laughter echoed across the shore as the sun began its fiery descent.