"Are you guys ready for the fights?" Kirishima pounded his fists together enthusiastically, showing off a toothy grin. Sero chuckled, waving his hand infront of his face. "Your way to excited for this man." He shrugged it off, returning to his lunch tray.

"I guess so, but it'll be so manly! I can't wait to verse Y/N or Bakugou!" You frowned, lifting your head off the table. "Why us?" Kaminari looked at you with a smirk. "Probably because he has a big fat crush on you!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. "Not cool dude. It's because you two are really strong! You'll be great opponents."

You nodded and looked away, joining Katsuki in growling whenever someone bumped into you and huffing in annoyance as the noise level spiked. "Speaking of which, why aren't you eating Y/N?" Mina pointed out the empty spot on the table infront if your face as you buried it in your forearms.

"I already ate." You managed to mumble out, already sick of having to talk with anyone. She nodded gently and returned to the conversation, the rest a swimming blur before the bell sounded in your ears, signaling the end of lunch. "I'll see you guys out there!" The three boys waved to both you and Mina as you walked away, separating ways to change into your sports uniform.

As you made your way to the change rooms a wave of both heat and cold hit you at once, causing you to hold your stomach in pain and wince. Your eyes closed over slightly and you stumbled your steps, Mina giving out a startled yelp and making sure you were okay.

"Y/N! What the hell- is everything okay? Are you hurt?" You shook your head and grimaced, pushing through to stand back up and continue walking, much to her dismay. "Y-yeah I'm fine, promise." She layer a hand in your back, helping you slightly as you pushed open the change room door.

"As long as you actually are..." you chuckled slightly, opening your locker and pulling out your uniform, beginning to change as the rest of the girls arrived. "Yeah yeah." You managed to slip on your uniform without any trouble, trying your best to hide the fact you felt a burning pain in your abdomen.

Your throat closed up slightly, your mouth becoming dry as you let out an idle cough. You walked with Yayurozu to the training area, joining up with your waiting classmates and turning to Aizawa for instructions. Noticing that everyone had arrived, he grabbed the classes attention. "Alright listen up."

"As you know you'll be sparring with your classmates in pairs. Keep in mind these fights will not be using quirks. This is strength and endurance training only." Groans and complains erupted from everyone, including Bakugou who began yelling at the others for 'being cowards and not taking the challenge'.

You rubbed the back of your neck, gritting your teeth. Great. "I'll give you a number, that'll be your partner. First up we have 1, 2, and 3. There'll be one group of three that will need to swap around frequently, this will be Kirishima, Bakugou and Y/N".

You sighed once more. Even better. Bakugou gave you and the red head a menacing scowl, while Kirishima grinned and bumped his fists together in excitement. The three of you made your way over to an empty sparring ground, your classmates following as everyone poured out onto the field and set up small areas for themselves.

"Which one of you fuckers are going first?" You rolled your eyes and looked away from the ash blonde. Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck nervously, eyeing you out of the corner of his crimson eyes. "I'd actually like to fight Y/N first." You raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

He chuckled offering you a hand which you shrugged off and moved on your own, earning a slight chuckle from Bakugou as he watched you reject Kirishima's action. "Yeah actually. No one but a few of our classmates have fought you, and even then Todoroki is the only one that has actually revived more than 50% of your actual effort, considering what happened at sports festival wasn't really a fight?"

You furrowed your brows as you began to stretch your calves, straining them and carefully rolling out your muscles to warm them up. "What do you mean?" Kirishima sighed, avoiding the annoyed gaze of Katsuki. "Well, everyone kinda knows that you froze up. We don't know why but we do know if it didn't happen then Todoroki wouldn't have won. That's honestly why everyone's been a little afraid to fight you, or even go against you."

You smirked slightly, thinking about the entire class as your eyes scanned the area. "Right. Well, if anything it doesn't matter. Let's just get this over with already." The red head nodded in understanding and stood facing you, his knees bent slightly as he held his arms carefully by his side.

You swept your leg behind you in a soft and delicate motion, rocking back between your feet as you transferred the weight to your back leg, preparing to either spring forward or dodge. You held you arms information of your face, ho,ding them higher than the others. Katsuki raised a careful eyebrow as you took your stance.

Your fighting style was unique, unique to the point no one could copy it. Not only for your strange techniques and stance that people struggled to understand, but the fact it was impossible to follow your movements. Learning to adapt was one of the biggest parts of your fighting, and so after years and months of studying your mother, heroes and your classmates, you had successfully mastered them all and was able to place them together or switch between them frequently.

Every fight was a new one, with new moves and thoughts, making your constantly changing style a massive threat to your opponents. Whatever you learnt from each fight was incorporated, and so every day with each change, you would always discover a new aspect to add to your training.

Kirishima lunged forward towards you, his fists drawn back ready to send a blow to your stomach. You waited until he was almost on top of you and moved to the side, running your fingers across his arm and allowing his own momentum to carry him towards the ground as he stumbled to stay standing.

You swept your leg towards the ground, catching his feet and slipping and arm under his as he began to fall. You jumped over his falling body and pulled him on top of you, wrapping your legs around his shoulders and changing his direction mid air, allowing yourself to push him to the ground, trapping him beneath you.

You tightened your thighs around his neck, cutting off his blood flow and pushing his head down. He gasped for air and tapped your thigh, letting you know he had lost and was ready to give up. You removed your legs and rolled backwards, coming to your feet and dusting yourself off.

Kirishima let out a groan and rubbed his neck carefully. "Jeez Y/N, you sure are strong huh." You looked away and made eye contact with Katsuki, giving him a light smirk as he chuckled at you. You nodded greatfully and walked off, ,going to talk to Katsuki. "Nice job dumbass, you better come at me with everything you've got."

You smirked and picked up a pair of wrist and ankle weights from the ground. "Same goes for you Katsuki." He nodded and made his way over to Kirishima. You sighed, tightening the weights and testing out how heavy they were to move in. Aizawa had instructed the winners of each match to add weights, making it harder as they moved along. The ones you were currently wearing were extremely light for you, only adding a small disadvantage.

You assumed Katsuki would win this match as well, considering you and him came extremely close strength and speed wise. The two of you never really figured out who was better, always having slight disadvantages over each other, however it was safe to say you were both neck at neck.

You sat on the grass and watched the two as they lunged towards each other, Kirishima changing his tactics slightly to make his moves less predictable. He may not be the strongest, but he's smarter than he makes himself out to be. With a little improvement he'll prove to be a challenge very soon.

As you watched the two males, the fight dragging out a little longer than what they had obviously intended, you wrapped your hands around your torso and leant over gently, applying a small amount of pressure. Your breathing became choppy and heavy, trying to take in as much oxygen as you could.

Your throat began to close up as your eyes watered. You gulped down a yelp of pain and stood up, trying to get rid of the painful sensation. You paced the ground, making sure Katsuki and Kirishima were occupied instead of watching you.

A small amount of time went past, your body finally reverting back to its original state. As you glanced over you caught sight of Katsuki running towards the red head, leaning down and tucking his shoulder under his arm.

His momentum allowed him to pick up the other male and slam him back into the ground, causing a cry to erupt his throat. Kirishima remained on the ground, groaning and heaving as Katsuki stood above him, showing off a massive grin. You rolled your eyes and helped the boy up. "You'll be fine Kiri." He nodded greatfully and walked off, handing Bakugou four weights as he went past.

He strapped them on, allowing you to pass them to him as he was moving. "You ready?" You smirked and nodded, moving back and taking your signature stance. "As ready as I'll ever be Bakugou". He growled and lunged towards you, careful of your previous actions.

He knew all to well no amount of preparing could help him against your constantly adapting and evolving fighting style, but it was always worth the risk to be cautious and take small steps. He threw his fist towards you, going in for his all to well known right hook.

You held your forearms out and ducked, sweeping your leg and bringing yourself to your knees, allowing you to slide across the dirt. To your surprise, however, he changed through his actions and reached forward, coming to stop as he kicked you backwards and hit you square in the jaw.

Kirishima let out a loud gasp and winced, seeing you fall backwards. You flicked your legs in the air and jumped back to your feet, holding your jaw as you wiped away a small amount of blood running down your nose. "Fucking hell....." you grimaced, slightly staring at the male in awe. No one in your class had been able to land an attack as damaging as that, including Todoroki. You smirked, accepting the fact this would be much more than just an easy sparring match.

As he moved swiftly towards you once again you caught his wrists and pushed him over your head, only to have him counter attack and punch your stomach. You winced in pain and retaliated, punching his nose rather harshly and sending a round house kick to his neck.

He growled and held his face, trying not to show any signs of weakness. The two of your continued to move back and forth, sending painful blows to each other. He kicked you once again, sending multiple punches your way. You managed to block most off them, allowing a few to slide. He started to push you backwards, beginning to gain the upper hand.

You could hear Kirishima egging you on, obviously torn between rooting for his best friend or the strongest idol classmate he knew. He ended up cheering for both off you, grimacing whenever one of the other was hit extremely hard and pumping his fist in the air excitedly whenever you or Bakugou gained the upper hand.

Right now he was cheering for you, yelling encouragement and hoping you would be able to get out of the males strong grip. A few other people turned to look the fight, curious to see just who was stronger. No one knew your full potential, and most were hoping you would beat Katsuki and take your rightful place at the top of the leaderboard. Bakugou in the other hand, seemed to have other ideas.

He flipped you on your back and punched you, blood now running in thick streaks down your nose and staining your shirt. A few droplets of blood and sweat landed on your exposed skin, you having unzipped your sports uniform jacket earlier to prevent yourself from getting to hot.

The male gripped you once more and slammed you into the ground, sending your whole body into an agonising wave of pain. "S-shit" you mumbled. You gripped his hands and pried them off, kicking him backwards as you stood up and wiped away the blood. Despite him recently having the upper hand, he was in equally worse shape.

He had a deep gash on his cheek and a smear of blood from his cut and grazed nose on his neck. A small bruise lay on his chin and he stood a panting mess infront of you. Despite you two looking absolutely terrible and being in extreme pain from each other, you proved to have much more stamina than the ash blonde.

You gave yourself a second to close your eyes and forced down the temptation to activate your IQ quirk, knowing it would be a massive help in allowing you to win. You jumped forward, the two of your lashing once more. You wrapped your legs around his torso and pulled backwards, bringing the two of you to the ground.

As you struggled to keep him in place he pushed you to the side and heat butted you harshly, making you grunt in pain. He began toppling you over and kicked you multiple times, earning winces and groans. You held out for a few more seconds, hoping it was all you needed to finally gain the upper hand.

I can do this. Fuck he's strong. This hurts like a bitch but I need to hold out. Come on Y/N, just a little longer. Let him think he has the upper hand. Come on come on.

Your eyes widened as sudden realization hit you. You smirked menacingly and changed direction, using your core strength to flip yourself in the air and change to ground level combat. Kirishima smiled and yelled encouragement as the blonde groaned in surprise.

You swept him down and pinned his arms, changing your entire fighting style to catch him off guard and successfully immobilize  him. You pushed him down and landed on top of him, holding his shoulders down.

He layed his head in the ground as he layed defeated by you. He looked at your panting form and smirked. You brushed the hair out of your face as straddled his lap, smirking gently. "Gotcha". He shook his head and side, the two of you remaining int his position for a few moments, allowing each other to catch their breath.

You rolled to the side and got up, your knees slightly wobbling. You tuned to Kirishima and he rubbed the back of his neck, gripping your shoulder delicately and turning you in the direction of the bath room. "You should probably clean up, your covered in blood...."

You nodded greatfully and walked away, having slight trouble as your legs began shaking. You walked through the halls and used the walls as support, eventually making it to the bathroom. You leant on the sink and gasped for breath, holding your head up to study your beaten down and worn out form.

A sudden wave of sickness overcome you and you rushed to one of the stalls, falling to your knees as you began throwing up. You leant back in the wall and stretched out your legs, your chest heaving up and down. You groaned and looked to the side, studying the tiles and trying desperately to prevent yourself from throwing up once more.

You became startled as a soft knock sounded on the door, followed by a gruff sigh and a husky voice. "Hey I'm not supposed to be in here, but it's kinda fucking hard not to overhear. Are you tucking dying or something?" You snickered at the voice but quickly stopped as pain sounded in your chest.

You answered him, your voice coming out a lot more raspy and cracking than you would have liked. "Y-Yeah everything's okay-" you sentence was cut short as you grimaced and yelled out in pain, holding your abdomen carefully. Bakugou, startled and confused, opened the door with a soft click and nearly fell on top of you as he looked down.

"Holy fucking shit." He helped you up and brought you to the sink, splashing water on your face. You tried to push him away only to have him catch you as you stumbled. He brushed the hair out of your face and helped you take your sports jacket of, letting you adjust the straps of your sports bra and helping dust the dirt of your chest.

"Why are you helping me?" He paused, making eye contact with you. He shook his head and looked away, grabbing a nearby towel to clean the blood off. "What the hell happened? Are you sick? Did I punch you in the stomach to hard?" You shook your head for all of his answers, not being able to speak.

He paused for a moment and lifted your chin reluctantly, keeping a strong hand around your shoulder so you didn't fall. "It's because you weren't eating, right?" You looked away and let out a slow nod, trying to prevent yourself from making eye contact. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck sake Y/N."

He finished helping you and handed back your jacket, groaning as he realized he had just gotten rid of his entire egotistical self to help you. "You need to stop starving yourself Y/N, why are you even doing this?" You kept your head facing the ground, refusing to answer him. He sighed and opened the door, walking out with you.

He walked you back to the group, standing next to you as Aizawa began to hand out small sheets of paper and gave everyone feedback in their fights. You nodded idly as he talked, wincing at Iida's loud outbursts towards Katsuki as he cussed out Midoriya for being useless.

The wind blew through your hair and the temperature picked up, the sun blazing down on everyone. The afternoon whitened down and birds chipped happily in the surrounded trees of the U.A building. You looked up and smiled at your friends, joining in as they began to create conversations and talk about the final exams in one week.

You scuffed your shoe in the dirt, looking around contently.

Then you saw her.