Where Our Hearts Fall

Chapter 2

Little Reminder:

Just a quick note! I know I mentioned this before, but as a reminder, this fanfic won't follow the exact plot of the My Hero Academia manga or anime. I'll be adding my own twists and unique scenes, so expect some changes along the way! You'll still see some familiar events, but the story will go in new directions, too. Hope you enjoy the ride!

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The sun was barely up, and here I was, standing outside U.A.'s training field, half-awake but pretending to be ready for anything. After yesterday's test, I knew this place was going to challenge me in ways I'd never imagined. And if I was going to keep up with these quirks—quirks that felt like they were made for greatness—I'd need to push myself like never before. No more playing small.

But when I caught sight of the boy with ash-blond hair, arms crossed, already glaring at anyone who dared look his way, I felt my heart skip a beat. Bakugo. I didn't know what it was about him. His explosive energy was practically the opposite of mine, and yet there was something magnetic about it.

Aizawa's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Alright, settle down," he said in his usual tired tone. "Today, we'll be working on control. Power is meaningless without precision." He scanned the group, his gaze landing on each of us like a silent challenge.

I stole a glance over at Bakugo. He had that determined look in his eye, like nothing was going to stop him. Not that I'd ever let him know, but maybe there was a part of me that felt that same fire. I was here to prove myself, too. And something told me I'd have to keep my guard up around him—he felt like the type who'd test you, see if you could handle the heat.

"L/N," Aizawa called, breaking my focus. "Let's see what you've got."

I stepped forward, feeling my classmates' eyes on me. No pressure, right?

"So... what exactly do I have to do?" I asked, glancing at Mr. Aizawa. "A fight? Or maybe just show off my quirk?" I kept my tone calm, trying not to sound too eager.

Mr. Aizawa gave me a long, assessing look, his gaze unreadable. "You'll be fighting. But don't get too comfortable—this isn't a playground."

My heart did a small flip, but I tried to keep my face steady. "Got it," I replied, nodding.

"Bakugo, step up. You're her opponent," he called out.

I blinked, taken aback. Bakugo? Of all people?

Bakugo smirked, eyes sharp and a little too eager, the corners of his mouth curling up in a way that said he couldn't wait to make this difficult for me.

"Try not to cry when you lose, extra," he taunted, his voice dripping with confidence.

I forced myself to keep calm, even though his words hit a nerve. "You don't even know what my quirk is yet," I replied, trying to match his intensity with a calm smile.

He rolled his eyes. "Doesn't matter. Bring it on."

Aizawa stepped back, crossing his arms as he watched us. "Whenever you're ready, start."

I took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of air at my fingertips. This was my chance to show everyone I belonged here—especially him.

The air was thick with tension as I faced off against Bakugo. His smirk was as sharp as ever, ready to show me just how easily he'd crush me.

Without warning, Bakugo lunged forward, his palms sparking as he unleashed a massive explosion aimed straight at me. The force was enough to make the ground tremble, and for a brief second, I thought about dodging. But instead, I did something unexpected.