The metallic screech of a combat droid being torn apart echoed through the gym, accompanied by the dull thud of its pieces hitting the ground. You exhaled, adjusting your stance, before stepping forward to land a final devastating kick to its crumpled form. The dim overhead lights flickered slightly, casting your shadow against the wall as you straightened and dusted off your hands.

You had been training alone, as always. You never really joined Class 1-A in their usual exercises, and none of them had ever seen you in action. Not that it mattered to you. This was your time to focus, away from their usual noise.

But then, you heard it.

Midoriya’s telltale muttering, rapid and filled with a mix of awe and analysis. Your head tilted slightly, eyes narrowing. You had been so focused on your training that you hadn’t even noticed them. A quick glance revealed your classmates peeking from behind the gym doors, eyes wide and mouths slightly agape. The moment your gaze met theirs, the whispers and muttering stopped—except for Bakugo, who, predictably, scoffed and barked something unintelligible.

You sighed, grabbing your bag from the bench. Without a word, you slung it over your shoulder and started walking towards the exit, ignoring their frantic shuffling. That was, until they started yelling after you.

"Wait! Where are you going?!"

"That was amazing! How did you—"

"Oi, answer us!"