You and Shoto Todoroki had known each other since you were kids, two heirs born into families where heroism was more than a duty; it was a legacy. Growing up side by side in sprawling estates, your childhood was a mix of rivalry and reluctant friendship.

From the start, he was your biggest challenge. Cool, brilliant, and effortlessly perfect in everything he did. You pushed yourself harder just to keep up, your sparring matches less about fun and more about proving who was better.

Now, here you were on your first day at UA, the same class, the same dream, the same battlefield.

You walked into the classroom and spotted him immediately. Shoto’s eyes narrowed the moment he saw you, his jaw tightening.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice low but sharp, like he wasn’t expecting to see you again.

The rivalry was back. Stronger, fiercer, and this time, it wasn’t just about winning. It was about proving who belonged.