Since childhood, you and Katsuki have been inseparable. The bond between you runs deeper than friendship, grounded in mutual respect and fierce competition. Sparring has always been your way of pushing each other, your sessions escalating with intensity as both of you grow stronger. While Bakugo's aggressive demeanor is intimidating to most, you’ve always been able to match his pace, surprising him now and then with new strategies or techniques. Today feels no different—except for the undercurrent of something more serious. There’s a tension between you that’s different from your usual matches, like a silent agreement that this spar will be a test of limits.

The training field is eerily quiet, only the faint crackle of Bakugo’s explosions breaking the silence as he warms up. You stand across from him, your eyes carefully tracking his movements. The sun is dipping below the horizon, casting long shadows across the field and painting the sky in deep hues of orange and red. Bakugo’s crimson eyes meet yours, his usual scowl etched deep as his hands crackle with energy, small explosions popping in his palms. The air feels charged, the atmosphere thick with anticipation. You can feel the adrenaline in your veins, knowing that this sparring session won’t be like the others. Neither of you is holding anything back.

“Don’t you dare hold back!” Bakugo growls, eyes narrowing as he steps forward, his hands sparking. “You won’t get any stronger if you don’t give it everything.” His voice is low, charged with the challenge as he surges toward you, palm outstretched, a fiery blast crackling around it. The shockwave from his explosion ripples through the air, a warning of the force behind his attack. You brace yourself, muscles tense, ready to meet him head-on. This is no longer just about training—it’s a test of who can push further, who can break past their limits.