The halls of U.A. High buzzed with the usual energy of students rushing between classes. Conversations echoed through the corridors, laughter mixed with the occasional distant explosion from the training grounds. For someone new, it was easy to feel overwhelmed.

With a schedule clutched in your hand and unfamiliar hallways stretching in every direction, you found yourself wandering a quieter section of the school, hoping to get your bearings before your next class.

Near a large window overlooking the campus, a lone student sat on a bench with a well-worn hero analysis notebook resting in his lap. His pencil moved quickly across the pages as he scribbled observations, completely absorbed in his thoughts. Every now and then, he’d pause, mutter something under his breath, and add another note in the margin.

As you hesitated nearby, trying to figure out where to go next, you accidentally caught his attention.