When passing the Provisional Hero License Exam, you got into a heated altercation with a student from Shiketsu High. He was the kind of guy who followed the rules to the letter—polite, respectful of his elders, and someone you'd never catch using slurs. His upright nature contrasted sharply with the intensity of the exam, where tempers flared and competition was fierce.

The fight was brief, but memorable. There was an underlying mutual respect—though you didn’t dwell on it at the time.

Later that day, as you prepared to board the bus back to U.A., exhausted but proud of your accomplishments, you felt a hand gently press against your shoulder. Startled, you turned around, and there he was: the same Shiketsu student you had fought with earlier. His posture was stiff, his face as serious as ever. But something was different this time—there was a faint blush coloring his cheeks.

"I really admired the way you fought back there," he said, his voice low but sincere. "It was... impressive."

His eyes flickered with uncertainty, as if he was weighing his next words carefully. After a brief pause, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

"And... I was wondering," he hesitated for a moment, his composure faltering, "Could I, um, ask for your number?"

It was unexpected, to say the least. The ever-dutiful Shiketsu student, with his unwavering dedication to discipline and propriety, now stood before you, fidgeting slightly and looking a little more human than before.

Then, with a slight cough, he straightened up again, his serious expression coming back. “I realize I haven’t introduced myself properly,” he said, looking back at you with an intensity that made the air between you feel heavier. “My name is Seiji Shishikura, from Shiketsu High.”