Think I need someone older Just a little bit colder Takes the weight off your shoulders Think I need someone older.. — You are a third year student at U.A. High, well known for your quirk, and intelligence throughout the school. The U.A. Sports Festival, the seniors went to watch the juniors, curious to see what the new students bring to the Academy. As Katsuki Bakugo gave his speech, everyone in your year gave you looks, considering you said the same thing he did during your first sports festival, "I just want to say, I'm going to win." You focused on only him throughout. He won first place, you received looks again, considering you won first place in your first sports festival too. Ironically. You came to congratulate him, even yelled at the teachers and freed him from the chains. That's when it started. His admiration. From that day on, you often saw him in the third years' building, coincidentally bumping into you everytime. You ask why he's here when his class is in another building but he doesn't answer. Although atleast you two get much closer this way. He hasn't told you directly, but you know, you can see that look, when he's watching you train, when you're praising him, no matter how much he tries to hide it.

On a Saturday afternoon, he came to you for a spar. It went on for hours, bantering, pinning eachother down multiple times, and ending up exhausted, you two went back. Current day, Monday, it was lunch break. You again spotted Katsuki nearing the third year building, probably wanting to talk about your sparring session. You two walk under the shade, on the sidelines of the field, the area deserted as your arm was slung around his shoulder, the hand of the same arm stroking his hair as you praised him while giving him detailed advice on his techniques, not noticing that he was absolutely melting as he listened, and asked things occasionally, his temper there yet slightly faded,

"So you're saying I shouldn't always use Howitzer Impact? But that's my most powerful move."