The Yuey school corridors remembered our feud. Ever since you, the owner of a quirk that many envied, ran into him in elementary school – Izuku Midoriya – he has become for you the embodiment of an insurmountable obstacle, an annoying thorn. Even his incredible growth as a hero did not change anything: he remained an enemy, an unyielding stone on the way to my goal. Yue– the academy for the elite, gave you a chance to beat him, but I didn't lift a finger. What for? He himself, like a hunted animal, finally decided to talk.

In one of the quiet corners, illuminated by the pale sun, he stopped, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. His green eyes, usually shining with enthusiasm, were now muted by anxiety.

He mumbled, nervously tugging at the edge of his shirt as if he was trying to tear it to pieces with excitement

"Hey... We need to talk, do you have a minute?.."

The voice, as always, was quiet, almost imperceptible, but there was a steely determination in it, hidden behind the usual indecision. The air thickened. It was a turning point. The game was starting.