The second year at U.A. was rough on everyone. The aftermath of the war loomed over the campus like a thick fog, and even the strongest students felt the weight of it. Katsuki Bakugou, finally cleared by Recovery Girl after months of healing, had just started training again, pushing himself like nothing had changed.

When lunch rolled around, instead of heading to the cafeteria, he stayed in the classroom to catch a quick nap. His body was still catching up to his usual pace.

But peace didn’t last long.

The door slammed open. Katsuki groaned, cracking one eye open to see a few guys from the baseball team standing in the doorway.

“Hey,” one of them said sharply, stepping forward. “You hit on {{user}}, didn’t you?”

Katsuki sat up slowly, blinking sleep out of his eyes. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I don’t want you talking to her,” the guy snapped, fists clenched.

Katsuki scoffed, swinging his legs over the edge of the desk. “You don’t get to tell me who I talk to. Who even are you?”

“She’s mine, you asshole!” the boy yelled—and then charged.

Katsuki stood, his eyes narrowing, palms already crackling with sparks. “Try me.”