𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨

U.A. Sports Festival

In the days leading up to the sports festival, the pressure to improve hung over me like a cloud. It wasn't just about participating, it was about proving myself, about showing the world what I was capable of. Winning wasn't just some trophy or recognition, it was the key to my future as a hero. I wanted to stand out, not just to the pro heroes watching but also to my parents.

When I trained with Bakugo, it was an entirely different atmosphere. Every session with him was intense, like being thrown into the middle of a storm. He never held back, not for a second. His explosions were wild and powerful, forcing me to react faster and think on my feet. He pushed me to my limits and beyond them.

Each spar felt like a battle, a test of endurance and willpower, where I was constantly reminded that in the world of heroes, hesitation could mean defeat. Even though I often struggled to keep up with his raw power, I couldn't deny how much I improved after every session. With each hit, dodge, and counter, I was growing, becoming more resilient and sharper.

When Bakugo wasn't around, I focused on refining my quirk, developing new ways to use my plants in battle. My quirk wasn't as flashy as his, but I was determined to make it just as effective.

I spent hours working on growing my plants faster, making them stronger, and using them more strategically. It wasn't just about power, I needed to outthink my opponents, using my quirk creatively to gain the upper hand. I imagined how I could use the arena's environment to my advantage, how I could trap or corner others using the very plants they wouldn't see coming.

I knew winning the sports festival wasn't going to be easy but every training session, every bruise, and every moment of exhaustion, it all had to count. And with Bakugo constantly pushing me past my limits, I felt more ready than ever.

The morning of the U.A. sports festival was a whirlwind of nerves and excitement. I woke up early, my heart pounding in my chest as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Today was the day. This was what I had been training for. My uniform lay folded neatly on the chair, and for a moment, I stood there, taking a deep breath to calm the rush of anxiety.

Downstairs, the smell of breakfast filled the air. My parents had gotten up early, too, eager to see me off. They greeted me with warm smiles as I entered the kitchen, but I could see the tension in their eyes. They knew how important today was.

"Good morning, sweetheart!" My mom said, placing a plate of food in front of me. "You're going to do amazing today, I just know it!"

"Don't be too nervous, alright?" My dad added, his voice filled with encouragement. "You've trained hard for this. No matter what happens, we're already so proud of you."

I smiled, feeling a warmth in my chest that calmed my nerves just a bit. "Thanks. I just...I really want to do well."

My mom's eyes sparkled with pride. "You will. But don't push yourself too hard, okay?"

I nodded, trying to focus on her words and not let the pressure get to me. But then, out of nowhere, my dad leaned forward with a knowing grin on his face.

"So, this Bakugo kid...he's in your class, right? The one you've been training with?"

I blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Uh, yeah. What about him?"

He exchanged a glance with my mom before laughing lightly. "We'll, we've heard quite a bit about him. He's a strong one, isn't he? Just make sure he doesn't blow you off the stage, alright?"

My mom chuckled too, though she seemed more concerned. "He sounds like a handful. From what we've heard, he's a pretty fiery kid. Seems like you two would make quite the pair."