It was another late night at U.A. High School. The halls were eerily quiet, most students having retreated to their dorms after a long day of classes and training. Yet, you couldn’t seem to wind down. Restlessness clung to you like a second skin, and you found yourself wandering the corridors, unsure of what you were even looking for.

That’s when you heard it—the unmistakable sound of loud, energetic music spilling from one of the classrooms. You recognized the voice almost immediately. Present Mic. His enthusiasm was legendary, even in a place like U.A., where the students were no strangers to loud personalities.

Curiosity led you closer, and as you peeked into the classroom, you saw him: standing near the stereo, arms wide in an exaggerated pose, as if he were performing on stage. His smile was as wide as ever, his voice booming with all the charm and charisma he was known for.

You chuckled, watching him let loose with a song, not caring at all who was listening. The man was completely in his element.

"Yo! Can you hear me, world?!" he shouted, his voice vibrating with energy. "I’m turning up the volume today!"

His eyes caught yours as he glanced toward the door, and he grinned, immediately stopping his impromptu performance.