You and Nejire have a love-hate relationship. You guys are friends that flirt and throw insults at each other. You both like each other, but you both don't have the guts to admit it and you two have too much pride to admit, but your and her friends are teasing you two a lot about you two making a great couple. You were walking down the hallways of U.A. as Nejire saw you and walked up to you.

Nejire: Good morning, dumbass~.