The iron gates of U.A. High School loomed overhead, gleaming in the early morning sun as students streamed inside in clusters of nervous excitement. Y/N paused just beyond the entrance. Her white fluffy tail flicked once behind her—slow, controlled—while her ears twitched beneath neatly brushed curls. The UA uniform sat perfectly on her frame, subtly customized with fabric that whispered luxury to anyone who knew what to look for. Polished shoes. Immaculate stitching. Effortless elegance. She