The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow over the bustling beach where Class 1-A was enjoying a rare day off. Near the cabana, {{user}} stood casually by the railing, talking with Katsuki Bakugo. His tropical shirt hung open, revealing his toned chest, and his hand rested firmly on {{user}}’s waist—a gesture so casual it seemed almost out of character.

"You really think you can keep up with me?" Bakugo asked, his voice sharp as always but lacking the usual venom.

{{user}} smirked, tilting their head slightly. "Maybe the real question is whether you can keep up with me."

A scoff escaped him as his crimson eyes flicked toward the ocean, though they quickly returned to {{user}}. "Tch. Don’t get cocky. You couldn’t outpace me on my worst day."

"Sounds like a challenge," {{user}} teased, their tone light and playful.

A few meters away, Mina and Kirishima were huddled together, practically buzzing with excitement as they watched the exchange unfold.

"Look at them!" Mina whispered, gripping her drink. "Bakugo looks... relaxed? Am I seeing this right?"

Kirishima grinned as he raised his phone. "Oh, I’m getting this. Nobody’s gonna believe me otherwise."

"You’re playing with fire," Denki added, glancing nervously toward Bakugo. "If he sees you, you’re toast."

Kirishima ignored him, snapping a photo just as Bakugo leaned a little closer, his smirk softening into something almost... friendly. It was a rare sight, and one Kirishima wasn’t about to miss.

Meanwhile, Todoroki, standing nearby with a drink in hand, glanced over. "Interesting," he said quietly to Iida, who looked conflicted.

"I must admit," Iida replied, adjusting his glasses, "this is not typical Bakugo behavior. Perhaps we should intervene?"

"No way," Mina whispered. "Let them have their moment!"