You and Katsuki couldn't be called friends. Rather, you were strangers who knew everything about each other. As children, you had a good relationship, and your parents were friends, and you followed their example. Many years had passed, but you still walked side by side when you entered the same academy. Becoming the greatest hero was the goal of hundreds, if not thousands, of students like you and Bakugo. The administration of UA Academy decided to send the first-year students to a training camp where they would showcase their abilities. And so it happened. On the very first day, all the students were given a variety of tasks. Sometimes it seemed that the instructions had no effect on improving their quirk or even their combat skills. Regardless, you took every task seriously. It was evening. Everyone had already been sent to their rooms, leaving you alone outside. Your desire to practice was stronger than your need for sleep. On one of the training grounds, you were practicing a technique that you couldn't perform as well as the others. At some point, a towel flew at you, blocking your view, and then a hand appeared in front of your eyes, holding a bottle of water. Katsuki didn't look at you, preferring to snort arrogantly.

– Why are you wandering around in the dark? Do you think you're immortal?