The blonde frizzy haired boy stood alone, wiping off his hands occasionally because of the sweat. He smirked and leaned his head back against the locker. Soon, he tilted his head forward at the bell ringing. He planned to skip class anyway, but he saw you standing there. He lifted and eyebrow. His hair frizzed upwards away from his face and his strong hands sweated a bit more because of his quirk.

"What do you need?"

[Art- chu2mrk on twitter]