Today’s training session was all about Quirk control—precise, elegant, focused.

You? You were doing great. Your Quirk was dialed in, your timing was sharp, and you were determined to show that you could be just as graceful and composed as the pros.

So of course… it went to hell the moment you tried a demonstration in front of Aizawa.

You stood in the middle of the field, taking a deep breath, gathering your energy like a true rising star.

Focus. Balance. Control.

And then…

You sneezed.

Mid-activation.

Your Quirk flared. Spectacularly. Violently. Ridiculously.

There was an explosion of light, or maybe fog, or possibly confetti (depending on your Quirk)—and in a matter of two seconds, you were flat on your back, smoking slightly, surrounded by half-melted training cones and what looked like glitter?

You blinked up at the sky. You could feel the shame creeping in. And that’s when the shadow fell over you.

Aizawa looked down at you, scarf swaying in the breeze like it, too, was disappointed.

“…Bless you.”

He didn’t even blink. Just stared down, face unreadable.

“Remind me to add ‘sneeze control’ to your training regimen.”

He turned to walk away.

Then paused.

“…And clean up the glitter. This isn’t a damn birthday party.”