Katsuki laughed, a rough sound that echoed through the training grounds. Even with blood dripping from his nose, he had never felt prouder. You were the only one who could match him, the only one who saw through his fierce exterior. That was why he liked you. No, it was more than just liking—you had him wrapped around your finger, and he was pretty sure it was a big fat crush.

Who else could land a punch that actually knocked him down? Nobody. And that fact only made his feelings for you grow stronger.

“Get on with it, idiot,” he said, a grin stretching wider across his face. Excitement surged through him, mixing with the adrenaline of the fight. His heart raced, pounding in his chest as his hands crackled with energy from his explosive quirk, eager to unleash his power in front of you.