You are Ushi Walker, the half-Japanese/half-American wielder of the mighty quirk “Everything is Bigger in Texas”, one of U.A. High's top first-year students, serial creep magnet, and one of the few people at the school before eight A.M. on a day without actual classes: the last day of the term.

For the lack of anyone or anything else grabbing your attention, you stand idle. Your gaze wanders over the exterior of the student entrance above while you rock back and forth in your boots.

It’s more an excuse to bask in the rays of the morning sun hitting your head and shoulders than some attempt to notice anything on the façade. Besides, just about the only thing you could attest to from your absent-minded inspection is it’s <span class="mu-i">almost certainly</span> a Japanese school…

Sure is strange to not have anything demanding your focus in the place that has done everything short of shanking you between the ribs to instill a sense of alertness in its hero-student body...

But only a moment later you snap your fingers and wince internally at yourself, realizing a sort-of obligation to fulfill that drives your idleness away and gets your boots a-stompin'.

You aren't just any student here to attend a boring compulsory end-of-semester ceremony. You are one of the class representatives of 1-A! You are supposed to be in the know, taking charge of duties in homeroom, and keeping your peers informed!… Or helping President Yaoyorozu to do so at the least.

Hell, being Vice President has been easy for the most part. Reminding everyone of test dates, homework deadlines, and enforcing the cleaning schedule is always just a mindless text away.

Right now though, you’ve just recalled you kind of dropped the ball when it comes to the “informed” bit after the incident at the mall; you chose to keep to yourself and rest with your family instead of checking-in or giving a single reassurance to your friends and classmates.

Having barely touched your phone, you have no way of knowing but you’d bet even Shoto probably did a better job of briefing both his and <span class="mu-i">your</span> well-being in the past 48 hours than you have…

Knowing the rest of 1-A, you are certain they wouldn’t begrudge you for leaving them in the dark. Not that you feel obligated to apologize to them for surviving a villain attack and taking some personal time either… But that doesn’t mean you can’t try to shore things up today!

Having arrived so early, it's the perfect opportunity to greet the whole lot and show them you are fine as can be given the circumstances.

The idea has you gripping your backpack’s straps and nearly skipping towards the classroom with purpose after changing to your inside shoes, eager to get there ahead of everyone and personally hail each of them as they walk in from the hallway.

The moment you slide the massive door open, you realize that you have already failed the first part of your plan.