U.A.

The gates of U.A. High School towered above the crowd like something out of a movie, students everywhere buzzing with nerves and excitement while giant security robots moved around the campus in the distance. You stood near the entrance clutching your registration card, trying to ignore the way your heart was practically speedrunning life itself. Around you, people showed off flashy Quirks — explosions, ice, electricity — all trying to look confident before the exam even started.

Present Mic’s voice suddenly blasted through the speakers. “WELCOME, FUTURE HEROES!”

The doors opened.

The second you stepped into the mock city arena, alarms rang out and massive robots burst into the area. Students scattered in every direction, some panicking, others charging ahead without hesitation.

You took one breath. Then ran straight into the chaos.

You took off running with the crowd, your heartbeat pounding harder than the sirens around you. A three-pointer bot crashed through a wall nearby, metal screeching against concrete. Around you, explosions lit the sky, students yelled battle cries, and debris rained from rooftops as everyone fought desperately for points.

The deeper you pushed into the city, the harder the robots became. A massive zero-pointer suddenly rose from behind the buildings, shaking the ground with every step. Panic spread instantly as students fled in terror, but through the chaos, you spotted someone trapped beneath fallen rubble. Even with the giant machine looming overhead, you ran toward them instead of away.

High above the arena, the teachers of U.A. High School watched silently from the observation room. Recovery Girl adjusted her glasses while Shota Aizawa stared down at the screen with tired eyes.

"Interesting kid," he muttered.