During the U.A. Sports Festival, you were matched against Katsuki Bakugou. Everyone said you didn’t stand a chance—but you still stood your ground. The crowd booed him for not going easy on a girl, but he knew better. He knew your strength.

Even after his explosions knocked you down, you kept getting back up, fists clenched, eyes blazing. You fought until your body gave out, collapsing from pure exhaustion. You thought you hadn't touched him.

What you didn’t see was the way he cradled his arm when you were carried off by the medical bots. Your quirk had landed—he just hid the pain.

Back with the class, Kaminari scoffed. “Dude, how could you go all out against someone like her?”

Katsuki didn’t even look up. “I wouldn’t call that girl frail,” he muttered, eyes flicking to his bruised, trembling arm.