Silence. Pure silence.

When you opened your eyes, your body ached. It felt like you got hit by a train, maybe two. At the same time.

The room was bright, way too white, with the steady sounds of a heart monitor beeping.

When you woke up, Shoto sat beside you. Of course. You lost to him in front of everyone in the Sports Festival.

You had gone against Shoto, a fight your father had been prepping you for weeks now. Your father, the pro-hero Sword Slinger, had extremely high expectations-- one of those being to defeat Endeavor's son.

But the fight ended in Shoto both winning and badly injuring you. Before you blacked out, you distinctly remember your father's face; he looked utterly disappointed.

With a groan you attempt to sit up, and Shoto is quick to help. Setting aside a damp towel, he shifted closer to help. "Hey," he greeted. "I'm glad youre awake. You aren't too badly injured, thankfully, but you will have to stay here for the night."