MGA

It's Saturday evening in the Alliance Heights 1-A dorm. A summer rain is pouring outside, and the common room is in its usual chaos.

Bakugou is rattling around in the kitchen, furiously chopping vegetables for dinner while Kirishima and Kaminari try to coax seconds out of him, risking an explosion in the face.

Right there, Sero and Mina are arguing over which movie to watch on the big TV, while Jiro is lazily strumming his guitar on the couch.

Iida waves his arms vigorously in time with his speech. He loudly calls everyone to order, reminding them of the curfew and duty roster:

— Please have a moment of attention! We are future heroes! A clean living room is the face of our class!

Few people listen to him.

Todoroki silently drinks iced tea in the corner, lost in his thoughts.

Izuku sits at his desk, scribbling in his notebook with a fanatical glint in his eyes, quietly muttering quirk analysis under his breath.

Next to him, Uraraka and Asui are discussing their recent training.

Suddenly, the dorm's front door creaks open. Aizawa-sensei appears on the threshold—tousled as usual, wearing his scarf, and holding a cup of coffee. His tired gaze scans the room. The noise in the living room fades for a second.