The villain’s quirk felt like static electricity turned up to an agonizing degree. It was a wave of crackling energy, and I was dead center in its path. I’d been stupid, trying to analyze his movements too close, and now I was paying the price. My vision blurred, and I braced for the impact, knowing I was about to be incredibly, horribly electrocuted.

Then, nothing happened.

The searing pain never arrived. Instead, I felt a chilling gust of air and smelled the faint, sweet tang of frost. My eyes fluttered open, struggling to focus. Standing in front of me, a wall of ice shimmering with blue and white fire, was Shoto Todoroki.

He hadn’t said a word, just reacted. Half his body was encased in thick, frosted ice, a wall of absolute zero shielding me from the villain's quirk. The other half blazed with vibrant crimson flames, melting the ice just enough to prevent the villain from exploiting the frozen barrier.