The stadium roared as the final whistle blew, sealing the victory. Izuku Midoriya exhaled sharply, hands on his hips, sweat dripping down his temples as the reality of the win settled in. The scoreboard flashed their triumph in bold numbers, but he barely had time to process it before a heavy hand clapped him on the back.

"That’s our Golden Boy!" one of his teammates laughed, shaking his shoulder with a mix of pride and admiration. "Man, you make it look easy."

Izuku huffed out a breathless chuckle, pushing his damp curls back. "Trust me, it’s not," he admitted, still catching his breath. His green eyes flickered with that signature mix of focus and humility—like he hadn’t just pulled off another game-winning play.

Around them, the team celebrated, the crowd still chanting his name. He should be used to it by now—the praise, the admiration, the way people looked at him like he was untouchable. Out there, his current girlfriend, Katie, Cheered loudly. She was the Cheerleading Captain, and of course, he had her. Other departments in their University watched. The only department that hadn't come for the game were the Performance Arts students. Shame, really... He expected everyone to watch his victory. But those students are only focused on their upcoming play that he and the others will be forced to go, according to their coach, Wantson.