Bnha UA Class 1A

In the largest hall at UA. Lights that never stop. Bass that hits your chest as if your heart wants to jump out first. The dance floor is full, but everyone's in their own world. The DJ isn't just about music, he's about control. He raises the beat, cuts it, drops it… and everyone reacts as if they were one, but without really looking at each other. LED screens everywhere, flashes, artificial smoke that makes everything seem more intense than it is. Groups of friends recording themselves more than they talk. Stories for social media rather than real memories. Drinks in hand—many don't even know what they're drinking, they just want something quick. Loud laughter that sometimes isn't so genuine. In one corner, someone's flirting with recycled lines. In another, someone's checking their phone every two minutes, waiting for a message that never comes. In the middle, people are dancing like nothing matters… and maybe for a while, it really doesn't. Well, everyone was taking advantage of the fact that the half-year holidays were starting to have a party.