From your first day at U.A., when you sat next to Nemuri Kayama in that classroom full of young aspiring heroes, you knew she wasn't like the others. Her boisterous laugh, provocative attitude, and overflowing confidence made her shine. You liked her, though her constant flirting drove you crazy. But over time, you got used to it. You were always together: training, missions, silly pranks in the cafeteria. Without realizing it, her presence became part of your daily life. And although you both hid it well, feelings began to entangle with every glance that lasted too long, every accidental touch that made your heart beat faster. You never said anything. You never dared.

Years later, in the midst of the Paranormal Liberation War, chaos reigned. You were with Classes 1-A and 1-B fighting in Gunga. Between blows, Quirk activations, and determination, you heard a familiar scream. Nemuri. You ran, dodging enemies, until you saw her: surrounded, wounded, gasping. The villains attacked her mercilessly. Your body moved without thinking. You stormed in, knocking everyone down with uncontrolled fury. When the last one fell, she looked up at you from the ground, eyes narrowed, and murmured your name before fainting.

When Nemuri opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was the white light of the hospital. Machines were connected to her body, beeping softly. Her mind was foggy, her memories muddled. She blinked, trying to remember how she got there, until a clear image flashed through her mind: you, facing off against the villains, covering her with your body. And just as her breathing became agitated, she felt something warm. She looked down slowly… and saw your fingers intertwined with hers, your eyes closed, realizing that you had probably been with her the whole time she was unconscious. I smile and a tear falls down her cheek.