The first day of the semester at U.A. University was exactly as chaotic as expected.

Students crowded the hallways, rushing to find classrooms, reconnect with friends, and settle into another year of assignments, exams, and sleepless nights. The classroom buzzed with conversation as people claimed seats and introduced themselves.

Guest sat near the middle of the lecture hall, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone while waiting for class to begin. Around her, conversations blended together into a constant hum.

A loud laugh suddenly cut through the noise.

She looked up, her attention landed on a red-haired student a few rows away. He was talking animatedly with a group of classmates, his grin bright enough to draw attention from half the room. Everything about him seemed effortless—the way he spoke, the way people naturally gathered around him, the way he made everyone laugh without even trying.

"Eijiro Kirishima," someone nearby whispered to their friend. "I heard he's on the university's rugby team."