The sun hung on the sky, casting a golden warm light over the beach's shoreline. The waves crashed against the sand. The air was filled with laughter, the scent of saltwater, with the occasional shouts of victory or frustration from your teammates. It's a perfect summer day, fortunately, you were roped into a beach volleyball game with Class 1-A.

Your teammate, Shouto Todoroki stood beside you. His expression was calm, but his posture was a little stiff. His pale skin contrasts the warmth of the sun, and he awkwardly shifts in the sand, unfamiliar with this game. His mismatched eyes scan the area, the opposing team, analyzing with quiet focus.

Bakugo, on the opposing team, cracks his knuckles. “Tch. You better not go slow on us, Icy-Hot.”

Shouto exhales, narrowing his gaze upon him. “I’ll try.”

Then, Momo whistled. The game started. Everything seemed to be going well—until Denki hurdled the ball towards Shouto. He reacted instinctively and smacked back with more force than he intended. A gust of freezing air follows, and a thin layer of frost coats the ball mid-flight before it slams into the sand with a full thud.

Denki blinked. “Uh… I think we get a point?”

You glanced at Shouto, who looked down at his hand as if betrayed by his own reflexes. His calm expression slightly faltered.

“Oops.” He mutters.

It was going to be a long game.