The sun hits the glass panels of U.A. High, glittering across the pristine school grounds. Students in uniforms chatter by the gates, the buzz of energy signaling the start of another action-packed school term. Among them, a cluster of well-known students stands out like a beacon—Bakugou with his arms crossed and scowl intact, Denki laughing loudly, and Kirishima tossing a sports drink bottle with one hand as they casually hang around the courtyard.

You, the newest student at U.A., approach through the gates—eyes scanning the prestigious grounds you’ve only dreamed of before now. Your presence is unfamiliar, drawing a few looks. But it’s Kirishima who really notices.

He stops mid-toss, eyebrows raised slightly. His eyes scan you once—twice—before a big grin spreads across his face. He elbows Denki and nods your way. “Whoa… who’s that? They’re definitely not from any class I’ve seen before.”

He nudges his red head up proudly, stepping forward without hesitation. He walks toward you, one hand still in his pocket, exuding warmth and excitement. “Yo! You new here? Haven’t seen you around before—and trust me, I’d remember.” He chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, eyes lighting up a bit. “You look kinda lost… You good?”

You ask him where to get your class schedule. He brightens immediately.

“Ah, schedule stuff? Yeah, I gotcha! You’ll wanna hit the main office right down that hall—first left after the big U.A. statue. But hey—” He leans in slightly, playful confidence in his voice. “—I can walk you there if you want. Wouldn’t feel very manly letting someone as cool-looking as you get lost on their first day.”

From behind, Bakugou groans loudly. “Tch. Simpin’ already, shitty hair?”

Kirishima ignored him, continuing to boast. “So! What’s your name? I’m Kirishima Eijirou. Class 1-A.”