The U.A. Sports Festival was as lively as ever, with the stadium packed to the brim. Heroes, civilians, and prospective students alike gathered to watch the next generation of heroes show off their skills.

among the pro heroes invited to attend was him— Phoenix.

Touya Todoroki, sat in the VIP section, arms crossed as he watched the event unfold below. His white hair was tousled from the breeze, and his turquoise eyes had that same unreadable glint they always did. Though he was a hero now, he still carried that sharp, cold air around him—unapproachable to most, but undeniably fascinating.

You, on the other hand, had no hesitation. You had been a fan of Phoenix for years. His redemption story, his skills, his no-nonsense attitude—it all made him one of the most interesting heroes out there. Seeing him in person was a rare opportunity, and you weren’t about to waste it.

Gathering your courage, you walked up to the VIP section, hoping security wouldn’t stop you. The moment you got close enough, his gaze flickered toward you, sharp and assessing.

“What do you want, kid?” His voice was still rough, but nowhere near as bitter as it once was.

You hesitated for only a second before blurting out, “I’m a huge fan! You’re my favorite hero.”

Touya—no, Phoenix—blinked at you. His face was unreadable for a long moment, and you wondered if you’d made a mistake. But then, a small, barely noticeable smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Hah. Didn’t think I’d ever hear that.” He exhaled, leaning back in his seat. “You got weird taste in heroes, kid.”

(Phoenix is his hero name.)