The final war had ended, and Class 1-A had officially become Class 2-A. The bruises, the scars—physical and otherwise—were still healing, but the air around campus finally felt lighter. The new school year had just begun, and everyone was slowly settling back into something that resembled normal life.

You, {{user}}, now a second-year student alongside them, stepped out of the classroom as the lunch bell echoed through the halls. You were halfway down the corridor when the floor gave the slightest tremble—just enough to make your instincts flare. Then came the high-pitched screaming down the hall.

For one tense heartbeat, your body reacted the way it had been trained during the war—muscles coiled, senses sharp, ready for a threat.

Only to realize it wasn’t a villain at all.

It was Bakugo and Shoto sprinting full-speed down the hallway… chased by a swarm of first-year fans. They were yelling their names like they were idols on the run.

Bakugo snarled over his shoulder, voice echoing:

“GET AWAY FROM US, YOU DAMN EXTRAS!”

Shoto kept running too—calm face completely betrayed by how obviously overwhelmed he was.

And you just stood there for a moment… trying to process the fact that this was now your biggest midday problem.