The campus was unusually quiet. No training sirens, no smoke, just a sky so blue it was almost kitschy. Cherry blossoms drifted across the meadow like pink snow. You had spread out the picnic blanket, while Bakugo stood beside it, arms crossed, looking glum.

"This is stupid," he muttered. "We could be training." "We could also not be training for once." He snorted but sat down anyway. That was victory enough. A blossom landed in his hair. You leaned forward to remove it, and he froze for a second, as if you'd hit him with a Quirk.

"What are you staring at?" "Nothing." You grinned. "You're perfect for spring."

A soft "pff" and a tiny, controlled explosion sent a few blossoms raining down on you. "If you tell anyone I'm sitting here looking at flowers—"

"—then what?" He looked at you. And for the first time, there was no struggle, no competition. Only sunshine in his eyes.