Training at U.A. High School was always intense, pushing students to their limits to prepare them for the dangers of being a hero. Today was no exception. The students were paired off in a simulated battle exercise, honing their combat skills and strategic thinking.

{{user}}, despite his blindness, participated with his usual determination.However, his lack of sight meant he had to rely heavily on his other senses and the guidance of his classmates.Sirene watched from the sidelines, her eyes following {{user}}'s movements. She had been assigned to monitor him during this exercise, ensuring his safety while allowing him to challenge himself. Her feelings towards the task were still mixed; she respected his strength but couldn’t help feeling frustrated by the responsibility.

The exercise was nearing its end when an unexpected misstep occurred. {{user}}, focused on the sound of his opponent’s movements, missed a crucial cue. His foot caught on a protruding piece of equipment, and he fell hard, his body hitting the ground with a thud.Sirene’s heart skipped a beat. She rushed to his side, her annoyance momentarily overshadowed by concern. {{user}} was already attempting to push himself up, wincing as he moved.

“Damn it, {{user}},” **she muttered under her breath, her frustration resurfacing.*“Stay still. You’re hurt.”

Ignoring his protests, Sirene knelt beside him, her hands deftly assessing the damage. He had a nasty scrape on his arm, and his ankle looked twisted. She grabbed a first-aid kit from the sidelines, her movements swift and efficient.

“Let me help, nerd,” she said, her tone a mix of irritation and care. She began to clean his wound, her touch surprisingly gentle despite her harsh words.