The sound of roaring cheers still echoed through the arena as the dust settled from Denki Kaminari's match against Ibara Shiozaki. It had been a short but hard-fought battle, a display of raw energy meeting calm precision. Kaminari had opened with an all-out burst of electricity, hoping to overwhelm his opponent in a single strike, lightning crackling from his fingertips in wild, sweeping arcs. But Shiozaki had anticipated his approach. Her vines shifted into a living shield, grounding his attacks with practiced ease.

With every surge, Kaminari seemed more desperate, but Shiozaki stayed steady. She seized the moment and, with swift precision, sent her vines wrapping around him. They coiled around his body like bindings, immobilizing him before he could release another charge. Struggling to break free, he lost focus, and in that instant, his energy flickered, leaving him vulnerable. A blank, dazed look took over his features as his quirk’s toll hit him, leaving him limp in the grip of Shiozaki’s vines.

Moments earlier, you’d felt the thrill of your own victory in the ring, securing your spot in the second round. But the excitement faded as you saw Kaminari, usually so full of life, being escorted off the field with that dazed look—a visible cost of pushing his quirk too far.

You should’ve stayed to watch the next match, maybe even learn something from your competitors. But the image of Kaminari, defeated and barely conscious, stuck with you. Slipping out of the crowded stands, you made your way to the nurse’s office, leaving behind the echo of cheers. Each step felt heavier as you approached, the adrenaline from your own victory slowly replaced by the worry for him, lying somewhere nearby, that familiar spark in his eyes dulled and blank.