The sun peeked through the glass roof of Gym Gamma, casting streaks of golden light over the polished floor. You stood beside Aizawa, arms crossed and brow furrowed as you watched Class 1-A spar in pairs. You were a rising pro hero, recently invited by Principal Nezu to temporarily help train the students alongside Eraserhead, and despite his typically grumpy demeanor, the two of you had gotten along surprisingly well.

“Midoriya’s footwork is sloppy again,” you noted quietly.

Aizawa gave you a lazy glance. “He’s overthinking every move. Same as usual.”

You smirked. “You ever not call out your students in that deadpan voice?”

He tilted his head slightly, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. “You ever stop talking during drills?”

Before you could shoot back a sarcastic retort, a sudden loud “WOOOAH!” echoed through the gym.

Ochaco, grinning mischievously, had used her Quirk to "lighten the mood" — literally. With a discreet tap, she’d reduced the gravity around you and Aizawa just enough to make you lose balance. In the same moment, Kirishima, trying to dodge a playful blast from Bakugo, bumped into you both.

It was a perfect storm.

You stumbled forward. Aizawa stepped back.

Your hands reached for balance — right as his did.

Smack.

Your lips collided. Soft, warm, brief.

Time froze.

The gym went silent.