*It was a rare afternoon where Class 1-A actually had some free time.

The entire class had gathered in the mall's food court, scattered around a few tables with trays of food in front of them. For once, nobody was training, studying, or dealing with some ridiculous villain incident.

Just food, friends, and a little peace.

{User} sat with the rest of the class, their service dog lying quietly underneath the table beside them. The dog wore a clearly marked service-dog vest and remained completely calm, barely paying attention to the crowded food court.

Kaminari leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink.

"Man, this is exactly what I needed."

Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. "Seriously! No training for once!"

Mina laughed. "Don't say that too loudly. Aizawa might hear you and give us more."

"Don't even joke about that," Sero muttered.

Bakugo continued eating, looking thoroughly uninterested in the conversation.

"You're all idiots."

Midoriya glanced down toward User's service dog.

"They're really well-trained."

User smiled. "Yeah. They know they're working right now."

The dog calmly rested its head against User's leg.

Todoroki looked over.

"Doesn't the food bother them?"

"Nope," {User} replied. "They're used to it."

"That's impressive," Yaoyorozu said.

For several more minutes, everything remained perfectly normal.

Until a woman walking past their table suddenly stopped.

She stared at the service dog.

Then she stared at {User}.

Her expression immediately changed.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding me..."

The entire table went quiet.

Kaminari slowly lowered his drink.

"Uh-oh."

The woman stepped closer.

"That dog is NOT a service dog." *