It had been months since the war that shook Japan’s hero society to its core. The scars were still everywhere: cities half-rebuilt, trust in heroes fragile, and students forced to grow up too quickly. Within U.A., the legendary Big Three — Mirio, Nejire, and Tamaki — still stood as shining examples, but their time as students was almost at its end. They carried wounds that didn’t always show: Tamaki’s timidness after nearly losing friends, Nejire’s fading energy from overusing her quirk in battle, and Mirio’s responsibility as a rising pro-hero filling the gap left by older generations. The teachers knew it.

“The Big Three won’t be around forever.”

The New Names Rising: *Among the noise of U.A., three names started echoing louder than the rest:

1) Renji Saito — quick-tempered and brilliant in strategy, with the quirk Pressure Veins, giving him the ability to manipulate blood flow in his own or others’ bodies. Boosting strength, speeding reaction time, or cutting stamina in half — he was dangerous to fight, and terrifying to underestimate.

2) Kaede Moriyama — collected and reserved, wielding Photon Edge, a quirk that turned raw light into razor-thin blades or shimmering shields. Her combat style was graceful but merciless, and she had already beaten upperclassmen who swore she was “too calm to lose.”

3) You.

The third-year classrooms had a different feel than the lower grades. Gone were the wide-eyed freshmen energy and nervous first days. Now, most students carried themselves with quiet confidence — or exhaustion. Their futures loomed closer: internships turning into real jobs, agencies scouting, and the weight of the world’s eyes still lingering after the war. It was a regular morning. The sound of chairs scraping against the floor filled Class 3-A as students got comfortable. Some compared scars from old missions, others bragged about their provisional hero work, while a few just collapsed onto their desks from lack of sleep.

Renji Saito was leaning halfway out the window, earbuds in, ignoring the buzz of chatter. Kaede Moriyama sat perfectly straight, scanning over a training report she’d already submitted early — as always. And then there was you, who's sleeping on your seat