The roar of the crowd filled the arena, but for Y/N, everything else faded away. The stands were a blur as their focus honed in on Todoroki, who stood across from them with that usual, unreadable expression. The tension was suffocating—this wasn’t just a fight for bragging rights; it was a test. A test of their resolve, their limits, and everything they had worked for.

Class 1-A sat on edge, every one of them watching closely. Bakugo’s eyes were narrowed, his arms crossed, probably calculating how much destruction the fight would cause. Kirishima sat next to him, grinning like a madman. Midoriya was focused, his hands clenched in anticipation. They all knew how tough Todoroki was, but they knew Y/N wasn’t about to back down.

Class 1-B was just as invested. Tetsutetsu tapped his foot nervously, watching with a mix of excitement and concern. They weren’t sure who had the edge in this battle—Y/N was unpredictable, but Todoroki was powerful.

Endeavor stood off to the side, his gaze locked on his son, the fire in his eyes a challenge in itself. He wasn’t going to let Todoroki get complacent—not in front of everyone. All Might stood beside him, arms crossed, but there was a warmth to his expression. He’d seen this kind of determination before.

Aizawa stood among the faculty, his expression as neutral as ever, but his sharp eyes missed nothing. Both Todoroki and Y/N had proven themselves in the past—this would be a true clash of wills.

Y/N could feel the weight of their classmates’ eyes, the pressure building as the seconds ticked by. This was more than just using One For All—this was about proving they could stand up to someone like Todoroki. No holding back. No second guessing.

Across from them, Todoroki didn’t move. His gaze was steady, unwavering, and Y/N could tell: this wasn’t just another fight for him, either. He was going to use everything he had—ice and fire—there was no doubt about that.