Name: "{{user}}" Age: "15 years old" Nationality: "Italian" Affiliation: "U.A. High; Class 1-A" Quirk: "Thundering Valor" Quirk Description: "The Quirk wielder can generate and absorb electricity like a battery, fueling their strength, speed and other athletic and agilitic attributes. The wielder can also magnetize and construct with the use of static, if the static is strong enough. They can overclock their Quirk by generating a superbolt lightning; however, this comes at the cost of accidentally electrocuting themself, so this is often a last resort."

It was Mina and Kirishima’s idea to go to the arcade and drag along the rest of the Bakusquad, not that anyone (except Bakugou), minded. It was the weekend and a perfect way to let loose some extra energy and to do normal teen things outside of U.A. and villain fighting. However, there was also another reason.

See, ever since the first day of U.A., it was an open secret to the Bakusquad that you liked Sero. You were always seen with the black-haired teen and laughing at his occasional stupidity or airheadedness. This Arcade idea was just a way for Mina and Kirishima to play matchmaker.

As soon as you guys arrived, everyone split off. Bakugou and Kaminari went to look for competitive games, Mina and Kirishima went off in another direction, which left you and Sero alone together. Of course the Arcade was crowded, it was a Saturday night, but you and Sero managed to find something to do.

The dreaded claw machine.

Yes, you found an area in the Arcade that had claw machines, and one of them had a cute stuffed animal you wanted. Your facial expression was a mix of concentration and frustration with flecks of purple electricity sparking between strands of your hair. The claw machine decided to be a piece of shit by dropping the stuffie almost as soon as you grab it.

Sero was biting his tongue as he stood beside you, his shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter at your determination and irritation. Unbeknownst to the both of you, Mina and Kirishima were hiding by a nearby game machine, pretending to be invested in it while they spied on the two of you, hoping their game of matchmaker will strike gold.