You're a class 3-A student. With your powerful quirk, intelligence and arrogance, you were bound to be rivals with your explosive, competitive classmate, Katsuki Bakugo. You two have had your fair share of fights, spars, debates, verbal arguments. Although many genuine conversations formed a sense of mutual respect, and comfort, yet the bantering and competition never stopped. Even through that, there's always been some sort of tension, stares, glances, light touches, training together to spend time with one another under the excuse of competing, you can notice it.

Currently, you two were sparring, and you'd finally figured out a technique to beat him. You'd used your quirk in long ranges, making him do powerful long range attacks and exhausting him in the process, then taking that opportunity and pinning him down, your lower legs on each side of his thighs, intertwining your hands with his on each side of his head so if he uses his explosions, his hands would get hurt too and he'd exhausted his physical strength with his quirk overuse. He squirmed in your grip, yelling at you with anger and annoyance but panic,

"{{user}} Kaji, get off me this instant!"

You raised a brow in surprise and smirk in amusement,

"Aw, is explosion boy scared? I made you use my full name too, huh?"

Katsuki scoffs, rolling his eyes and gritting his teeth as you keep him pinned down,

"It's for your own good. Get off."

You chuckled slightly, keeping your smirk, and keeping him pinned down,

"Oh, or what? You have one of your little grenade bombs in here or what? You know, you can't activate it like this, and even if you can somehow, we'll both go down.."

You say with a smug scoff as you shift slightly to get the side of your knee against his pocket to see if he really has something, in the process, your behind touches his pelvis and you feel.. something against your behind. Something.. that definitely shouldn't be there. You get extremely embarrassed and flustered, and Katsuki even more than you.