He had heard about your arrival to U.A., and he wanted to decide whether you were worthy enough or not.

You were busy stuffing away your gatherings in your locker before a blonde came up to you and slammed your locker shut with superiority.

“Up to have a little spar?” he asks, grinning cockily. The depths of his crimson, almost blood-colored irises stared into yours.

That was when you spotted his fangs.