February, while not quite as lively as March, still brings a hint of renewal. The wns on both sides of the park are already covered in a fresh, green carpet, though without the yers of delicate flowers, the space feels a bit monotonous.

  "Hah…"

  A young man with blond hair, streaked with a bolt of bck lightning, came to a stop, his chest heaving from the exertion of his run.

  He approached an aree with a thick, moss-covered trunk, his face shining with sweat. With a deep breath, he ihe cool, fragrant air filled with the st of the park's greenery.

  "Phew…"

  Exhaling a cloud of breath, Kaminari felt his entire body hum with energy. This feeling of taking in fresh air after a run he never got tired of it. It made every part of him feel alive.

  "No matter how many times I experiehis, it never gets old," he murmured, his gaze rising to the a cherry blossom trees lining the path. A handsome smile crossed his face, though there was a note ret in his tone.

  "Looks like the cherry blossoms won't bloom before school starts…"

  This was Omiya Park in Saitama Prefecture, not far from the city where he lived. It was a short subway ride away, and for years, Kaminari had e here to exercise regurly.

  The thing he loved most about this park were the cherry blossom trees. There were over a thousand of them, ea old tree with its own history. When March rolled around, the whole park would be bathed in pink, the cherry blossoms filling the air with their subtle fragrance.

  He remembered the first time he'd e to enjoy the cherry blossoms with his parents it had left him stunned.

  On that day, hundreds of families gathered uhe blossoms, sharing carefully prepared lunches and drinks. People sang traditional songs, sometimes with friends, sometimes with strangers, and vendors sold treats from stalls they'd set up around the park. It was a lively, vibrant se.

  But most days, like today, the park was quiet. Aside from a few elderly folks taking their dogs for a walk, it was rare to see anyone else, especially a fifteen-year-old like Kaminari.

  "Well, it's almost six," he muttered, gng at his watch. He was wearing a bd yellow tracksuit, and a pair of headphones hung around his neck. It was time to head to the subway station.

  His schedule had been the same for years now: get up at 4:30 a.m., head to the park for a run, and then find a secluded spot to practid study his Quirk. Omiya Park was rge, and at this early hour, he could train without aig.

  Well, almost no ohere had been one instance where an elderly man walking his Shiba Inu had spotted him experimenting with his Quirk. But the man hadn't said a word, only smiled kindly before tinuing along the path.

  Kaminari wasn't too worried. As long as he didn't hurt anyone or himself, nobody was likely to make a fuss. But wheold his mother about his m runs, he left out the part about practig his Quirk. He didn't want to worry her, so in her mind, he was just a good son who studied hard, exercised regurly, and had a love for music.

  "Hm?"

  By now, Kaminari was nearing the park's entrance, less than 200 meters from the subway station. He was about to put on his headphones and enjoy some musi his way home, but he was stopped by the sight of a small crowd gathered ahead, along with the sound of worried voices.

  "Did someone call an ambunce?!"

  "It's on its way! But it'll take at least ten mio get here!"

  "What do we do? He's not breathing!"

  Curious, Kaminari approached and saw an elderly man lying unscious on the ground, surrounded by several anxious onlookers. A little Shiba Inu stood beside the old man, lig his fa fusion.

  "Wait, isn't that the old man…?"

  Kaminari immediately reized him. It was the same man who had spotted him practig his Quirk not too long ago. He still remembered the kind smile the old man had given him.

  "Excuse me, what happeo him?" Kaminari asked, addressing a bald, heavyset man nearby. But it was a worried woman with purple hair who answered him.

  "We're not sure. He just colpsed out of nowhere. By the time we checked, he wasn't breathing," she said, wringing her hands.

  The bald man nodded, adding, "I called for an ambunce, but they said it'll take at least ten minutes. We're afraid the old man won't st that long."

  Kaminari frowned, uanding their . Without oxygen, even a few minutes could be fatal, but he didn't have any first aid training. For a moment, he wasn't sure what to do.

  "We need a hero! Is there a hero around here?!"

  A younger man in the crowd shouted suddenly, and everyone's attention shifted.

  "Heroes?!"

  "Yeah! There must be a pro hero nearby! Someone find a hero!"

  In a society filled with heroes, it was natural for people to think of them in emergencies. But no one here knew how to tact a hero directly, other than through their agenumbers. The issue was, they needed a hero now, not in ten minutes.

  "Don't worry! A hero is here!"

  Just as the crowd's ay peaked, a sultry voice rang out. Before anyone could react, a figure darted past them, moving so quickly that Kaminari barely registered it.

  "That speed… incredible," Kaminari thought, his heart rag. But before he could process the movement, he was hit by a wave of strong perfume, making his head swim slightly.

  "It's Midnight!"

  The crowd began to cheer, and someone quickly expined, "She's a pro hero! A teacher at U.A. High School!"

  Kaminari's eyes focused on the woman kneeling beside the old man. She was cheg his vitals with a calm, practiced effibsp;

  "A teacher from U.A…"

  "He's in cardiac arrest!" Midnight's voice was firm and decisive. She wasn't a doctor, but as a senior pro hero, she had plenty of experien emergency situations.

  Without hesitation, she began administering chest pressions, trying to restore the old man's blood circution. At the same time, she gave him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, not pausing for a sed.

  "It's not w! Chest pressions alone won't save him!" Midnight's voice grew strained with frustration. Her Quirk wasn't meant for healing, and she was running out of options.

  "Cardiac arrest…"

  A young voice broke through the tension, catg Midnight's attention. A slender shadoeared beside her, cast by the m light.

  "I think… I might be able to help, Miss Hero."