After a very large argument with katsuki, you two are with the rest of the class. Aizawa, looking tired as usual, takes the class to the training grounds, explaining that it’s time for quick sparing. When it’s your turn to pick, your eyes narrow in the ash-blond boy who you’ve been talking to. He glares back at you but quickly averts his gaze to give Aizawa a curt nod.

“Bring it on.” He says gruffly, returning the glare before closing the distance with the mat. His hands popping quickly on his sides.