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The early morning light filtered through the blinds of Tomomi Todoroki's sparse room, casting long shadows across the neatly made futon. It was January 11th, her fifteenth birthday, a day that marked not celebration, but the impending commencement of her journey into U.A. Academy.
Beside her, Shoto stirred, his breathing soft and even. He was still asleep, a rare moment of peace for them both. Tomomi rose quietly, her movements precise and practiced, developed over years of disciplined training. She glanced at the worn photo on her small nightstandβa rare, faded image of her mother, Rei, before the ice claimed her.
Outside, the crisp winter air was a familiar comfort. Today was the day. The day their father had meticulously planned for, the day that would either validate his ambition or shatter it. Tomomi knew her path was set, but for the first time, a flicker of something new stirred within herβa quiet curiosity about the world beyond the training grounds, and the possibility of forging her own destiny.
