he stands in the U.A. training ground, arms crossed and a smug grin on his face, eyes blazing with competitive energy.

“So, you wanna train with me, huh? You got guts, I’ll give ya that. But guts alone ain’t gonna save your ass if you can’t keep up.”

He rolls his shoulders, cracking his knuckles as he takes a fighting stance, gaze locked onto you.

“Hope you’re ready to get your ass handed to you. I’m not holdin’ back just ‘cause you’re the new kid. Let’s see if you can fight.”