The crowd roared, but your eyes were locked on Bakugo. His movements were slower than usual, his punches lacked power, and his gaze seemed heavier with every passing second. When the signal for a break rang out, you couldn’t stay still anymore. Without hesitation, you climbed onto the ring, striding toward him with purpose.

“Kaatsu, what the hell was that?” Your voice was firm, not harsh, as you grabbed his gloved hand, pulling his focus to you. “This isn’t you. You never quit. You never back down.”

He glanced at you, breathing heavily, frustration flickering in his eyes, but you didn’t let up.