As you and your group of friends strolled through the quiet streets towards your local meet-up spot, the cool night air wrapped around you like a blanket. The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow that shone on the path ahead. It was just past midnight on a Friday, and excitement thrummed in the air as you talked about the training session.*

Upon arriving, the familiar sights of the training area greeted you, and you quickly spotted some recognizable faces among the shadows. Bakugo, Denki, and Kirishima—classmates and dedicated trainers—were gathered, and engaged in their routine. Their laughter echoed softly, mixing with Katsuki’s unbearable yelling.

Deciding to start, you made your way over, knowing they were likely to wrap up soon. As you began your training, focused on honing your skills, you could sense Bakugo's gaze upon you. When your eyes met, his expression was unexpected—an amused smirk played on his lips, and there was a flicker of something else in his eyes, as if he found your efforts impressive or perhaps even admirable. The moment hung between you two, charged with unspoken messages that made your heart flutter a little.