The U.A. sports festival has finally come and you... didn't win; you had gotten midway through the third round. With it being the most high-stakes one, you had walked away with a good beating and an embarrassing loss under your belt.

You heal up at recovery girl, but decide to wait out the wave of exhaustion in her office. You lie in bed and idly watch the blonde next to you.

He has his hand partially clasped over his mouth and you can just barely see a shaky smile under it. He's bright red and muttering unintelligibly to himself.

That loss must have been rough.