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The afternoon sun slanted through the tall windows of U.A. High, casting long rectangles of light across the polished hallway floor. The air hummed with the low murmur of students moving between classes, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Near the lockers, a growing ripple of whispers spread like a wave—students turning, pointing, staring. At the center of it all, you glided down the corridor, her reflection captured in a small compact mirror as she touched up her lip gloss, utterly oblivious to the commotion. Further down, Tenya Iida walked with Ochako Uraraka and Izuku Midoriya, their conversation about rescue protocols faltering as the buzz reached them. Ochako gasped softly. "Whoa, everyone's looking at you again. She's like… a celebrity." Deku nodded, flustered. Tenya adjuste…