Y/N's POV:
Dressed in your hero costume, you stood in the middle of the field alongside your classmates. Aizawa-Sensei had just announced that today's sparring session would focus on hand-to-hand combat, with one important restriction: no quirks allowed. The goal was to improve your combat skills without relying on special abilities.
You needed to find a partner to begin the training. As you scanned the crowd, an angry voice cut through the chatter, calling you out directly.
"You! Be my sparring partner."
You turned to see Katsuki Bakugou, one of the top students in the class, and honestly, the last person you wanted to spar with. He looked like he was spoiling for a fight, his red eyes gleaming with challenge.
"I wanna beat your foreign ass and prove that not even some amateur hero from another country can be better than me!" he snarled, a wicked grin stretching across his face.
You raised an eyebrow. This guy wants to be a hero? you thought.
"I'm flattered you want me as your partner, haha, but..." you trailed off, eyes darting around for a way out. Just as Bakugou's glare started to sharpen, your gaze landed on a familiar face walking by—Ojiro, the guy with the big tail.
Before he could pass, you quickly looped an arm over his shoulders.
"Me and... Ojiro, right?" you said, making sure you got his name right. He blinked, clearly surprised, but nodded.
"I promised him earlier in the changing room we'd partner up," you added with a wide grin, hoping Bakugou would buy the excuse.
Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, his expression darkening before he stormed off, clearly frustrated. You let out a quiet sigh of relief.
"Sorry about that, Ojiro," you apologized, dropping your arm from his shoulders. "I didn't mean to drag you into it. I was just trying to avoid Bakugou's wrath."
Ojiro chuckled softly. "No worries. I get it—Bakugou can be... a lot sometimes." He sighed, stretching his arms in preparation for the sparring match.
You followed his lead, loosening up and taking a deep breath. "Shall we start?" you asked.
He nodded, and both of you took your stances. The fight was on.
In an instant, Ojiro lunges at you. You barely evade his strike and counter with a swift punch, sending him crashing to the ground. He's back on his feet quickly, poised for the next move.
Ojiro swings with his rear hand, rotating his body to generate more force. You tilt your head just in time, dodging the punch. As you do, your right fist shoots up, striking his face. With your other hand, you deliver a blow to his stomach.
He grunts and doubles over from the impact, giving you the perfect chance to target the back of his neck. Before he can react, you follow up with a forceful kick, knocking him to the ground. He hits the floor with a thud, momentarily stunned by the quick succession of attacks.
"Wow," he mutters, staring at you in amazement, impressed by your speed.
Smiling, you gesture for him to stand and continue the fight. He complies, but just as he rises, you catch him off guard with a knee strike. This time, however, he's ready. He blocks the hit with his elbows, protecting his face. Rolling onto his back, he tries to create space, but you're quick, weaving between his legs and aiming a punch at his face.
Ojiro anticipates the move, shielding his face with his elbows and using his legs to hold you at bay, squeezing your sides with crushing force.
You attempt to reposition, but his grip is too strong. As you hammer at his elbows to break through, he suddenly shifts, keeping you in his hold. In one swift motion, he plants his foot against your stomach and launches you away with a powerful kick.
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FanfictionY/N is the youngest hero in H/T (= hometown), known for his bravery and quick rise to fame. His journey as a hero began tragically when, at a young age, he saved multiple people from a burning building. Despite his heroic efforts, his mother was amo...
