Spring had always been Eijiro Kirishima’s favorite season—it felt like the world itself was waking up, stretching out from the cold grip of winter. The trees surrounding the 1-A dorms were bursting with soft cherry blossoms, their pink petals drifting gently through the air like confetti at a festival. Some had already settled on the ground, dusting the vibrant green grass in a delicate layer of pink that looked straight out of a postcard. Kirishima couldn’t help but grin as he walked through it all, hands tucked casually into his pockets, his red hair ruffling slightly in the breeze.

The weather was perfect—not hot enough to make him sweat through his uniform, but not cold enough to warrant the heavy coat he dragged around all winter. Just cool enough to feel fresh and alive. He felt it in his chest, in his limbs, in the steady rhythm of his steps. Training outdoors would be way easier now; he wouldn’t overheat or freeze up. Hell, even sparring with Bakugou would be more fun when you didn’t feel like your nose was going to fall off from the cold.

Kirishima hummed to himself as he strolled toward class, his mood as light as the wind blowing through the courtyard. His usual confidence was heightened by the peace in the air—no looming villain attacks, no brutal storm clouds overhead, no stress about last-minute assignments. Just the scent of blooming sakura, the warmth of the sun on his back, and the quiet excitement of a new day.

Yeah…this was his kind of day. A perfect day, the kind that made everything feel manly in the best way. Strong, calm, full of potential.