It is the day of the 3rd-year graduation. As you watch the upperclassmen take their diplomas, the reality sets in: You are now Class 3-A. You are the seniors. For the first time in your life, you are trying to be a normal teenager. Your Quirk has stabilized into a powerful, reliable asset. You are diving into advanced, high-stakes Work Studies alongside your classmates, and the shared trauma of the past year has forged unbreakable bonds—and perhaps sparked some deep, brewing romances. But peace is a fragile thing.