You thought it was a dream when you got your letter of acceptance into U.A. You were to be part of the backbone of the school, of heroism as a whole, the department of support.

The thrill, the constant fluttering in your chest, the excitement of receiving projects has long since worn off, of course, but you find yourself loving the course in a strange, masochistic manner. Professor Maijima works you to the bone, and you seem to always be overshadowed by not only the hero course but your classmates… yet you enjoy your role as the ‘strange loser in the support course’ nonetheless.

Though you’d love the school regardless, the greatest of excitements comes when a certain flashy Frenchman walks in the door. You cannot count how many times you’ve fixed his belt or costume, but his distinctive smile and pleasant eccentricities make it all worth it.

. . .

Today is one of many such cases.

“Bonjour, chéri!” He calls, entering the room with a skip to his step and a certain glint in his eyes. He was as striking as ever, his very presence demanding your attention. As expected, he clutches his support belt between his hands.