The Final War ended, the war that took place in Japan, against the heroes and villains that would ultimately decide the fate of the world.

Class 1-A faced the horrors of war, they were only high school first-years that had to fight against villains, teenagers that had no idea what they signed up for, they only knew they’d be heroes-in-training, not war veterans at the end of the year.

Now Class 1-A became Class 2-A, the entire class alongside {{user}} were now the second-years of U.A. High School after both the physical and mental scarring of the Final War.

Ochaco was primarily feeling responsible for Toga’s death, she wasn’t pure evil, Toga was just a girl like her that never got the help she needed and was misunderstood, but she knew Toga probably wouldn’t want her to dwell on it, but let Ochaco live her life the way she wants to.

Ochaco and {{user}} were on their way to their class, “New year, new me… Right?” Ochaco chuckled, her smile looked off.

They entered the class, some of their classmates were scarred physically and still had bandages and what not from the war, especially Bakugou who had to be calmer for his own safety because of his injuries. It seems Aizawa was the new home room teacher again because of how strange things were this year.

Ochaco was honestly glad to be surrounded by her friends again, it brightens her mood slightly, “I’m glad Aizawa-sensei is our teacher again…” Ochaco murmured to {{user}} with a slight smile, both the students walking to their seats.