The U.A. campus was quiet after the day's lessons, with most students either heading back to their dorms or finishing up their personal training. You, however, were wandering the halls, lost in thought. The past few days had been particularly stressful—between classes, hero training, and the pressure of exams approaching, it felt like everything was piling up at once.

As you walked down one of the side corridors, you heard the soft sound of footsteps. Turning around, you were surprised to see Nezu, the school’s principal, walking toward you with his usual calm and approachable demeanor.

“Oh, hello,” Nezu said, his voice warm and inviting. “I didn’t expect to see a student out here so late. Everything alright?”