The day was just beginning, with the first light of dawn gently casting its glow across the training grounds. Class 1-A had gathered for their morning workout, most still groggy. You stood apart from the group, wearing a simple white shirt and sweatpants, your expression calm and neutral.

Mina, as energetic as ever, spotted you and immediately made her way over. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead!” she called, grinning. Without warning, she splashed you with cold water from her bottle, drenching your shirt.

You flinched, eyes closing as the icy liquid hit. Sighing in frustration, you wiped your face with the hem of your shirt, inadvertently lifting it higher. The movement revealed your toned, flat stomach, a set of abs beneath the fabric.

The class froze. Mineta was the first to react, eyes bulging. “Holy… crap,” he squealed. “That’s real?!”

Kaminari’s jaw dropped, a mix of disbelief and admiration on his face. “Dude, I thought you were just hiding it under a baggy shirt, but this?”

Uraraka muttered, “I thought it was a joke… but you’re actually like this…”

Before you could lower your shirt, Mina jumped and poked your stomach, pressing into the firm muscles. “No way you’ve been hiding this!” she exclaimed.

Kaminari, still wide-eyed, stepped forward. His hands hovered over your stomach, and without hesitation, he buried his face into your abs.

Everyone was stunned. His face pressed into your stomach, and he let out an exaggerated sigh. “Oh my god, it’s so… hard… like stone,” he said, voice muffled. His hands instinctively grasped your waist as he stayed there for a second too long.