She was new to U.A., older than many of her classmates, a transfer from another training facility. Her ability wasn't anything loud—nothing shiny like explosions. She controlled shadows. Quiet. Underestimated.

Bakugo hated being hidden.

On the first day, their eyes met. No words. Only tension.

"If you think you can hide behind your tricks, forget it," he growled.

She replied coldly,
"I'm not hiding. I'm watching you waste energy needlessly."

A crackle filled the air.