"Good job, [Name]. It seems like you're really getting a hang on using your powers."

"Oh, uh... thank you."

You bowed your head respectfully, flustered by Aizawa's approving gaze. Thus far, the training camp had been a lot of hard work, but you were thankful for the opportunity to strengthen your Quirk. A lot of your time had been spent improving on your healing abilities, specifically. You'd noticed significant improvement, even in just this short little while—redistributing the energy stored in your own body and granting them to others felt less complicated, less convoluted. You were sure the teachers appreciated having a healing-type around to help the rest of the students with their injuries, too.

"Be on the lookout for Midoriya," Aizawa grumbled. "He's always hurting himself, so I wouldn't be surprised if he has to trouble you the most out of anyone else. Is this much okay, though? You're not feeling too fatigued after using your powers over and over?"

You smiled and shook your head. "It's sunny out, and it's easier for me to absorb the light and store energy in my body. I basically transfer said energy over to others to help stimulate their cells for restoration and repair, so as long as I can replenish myself with plenty of light, it's not too bad. I like feeling like I'm supporting the others, even if it's just in a small way."

"You shouldn't undermine yourself. Healing properties can be crucial in certain attack-and-rescue situations, not to mention your Quirk comes with its fair share of other abilities. Try having a bit more faith in yourself, [Name]."

"Right..."

You pressed your lips together, casting a glance in your boyfriend's direction. Katsuki was undergoing a spartan-like training regimen by repeatedly dunking his hands in boiling water, and using his uber-stimulated sweat glands to unleash explosion after explosion. You shuddered at the mere thought of having to do what he was. Yeah... you'd definitely gotten a much better deal by helping treat your classmates' injuries.

"Bakugou's practically oozing with self-confidence," Aizawa muttered, "so you should try imitating him a bit. Just a bit, though—we don't need another problem child in this class."

You laughed. "I don't think I'd ever be able to fully replicate his behavior, no matter how hard I tried."

"That's true, but I don't think it'd be all too bad if he rubbed off on you at least a little. Since the two of you are dating, you must spend a great deal of time together."

You nearly choked on your spit. "How did you—?"

"I hear things," he chuckled. "Don't be too surprised. You're not exactly being subtle about it, either."

The apples of your cheeks began to flush red from embarrassment. Aizawa shoved a hand down his pockets and waved you off, mumbling something about having more confidence in yourself. You exhaled weakly and looked back in Katsuki's direction again. He was yelling curses out at the top of his lungs, along with each explosion unfurling from his palms. At some point, he must've caught you looking, and managed a small smirk back at you.

It was pretty much all it took to get your heart pounding. You wondered exactly at what point you'd fallen so hard for him.

"...[Name]? Heeey, [Name]..."

"Huh, what?" You blinked hurriedly, jolting your neck to find Ojiro staring down at you. He was massaging the back of his tail and looking you over with furrowed brows.

"Like I said, could you please heal me a bit? I've been taking Kirishima's hits non-stop, and it's really starting to kill... Aizawa-sensei said that we were supposed to come to you for healing and stamina recovery."

"Oh. Of course," you smiled. "I'll heal you right away."

"Thanks," he sighed, shifting to a crouch. You inhaled silently, feeling how your body was steadily absorbing the surrounding particles of light. A warm glow surged through your fingertips, and you gently pressed them against the red, blistering patches on the boy's tail. He blew out a breath of relief and closed his eyes, a contented expression falling over his features.

The swollen injuries slowly ebbed away. "Feeling better?" you asked.

"Yeah, a lot better, actually. But I think I should go now..." Ojiro cleared his throat, pulling away from your touch in a hurry, "before your boyfriend decides to beat me up."

The boy sprang away in a hurry, and all you could do was stare at him in confusion. At least, until you glanced back at Katsuki, who had apparently been making slicing motions at the base of his neck. You leaned back on your palms and let out a sigh.

"Not cool, Katsuki-kun."

"Shaddap. I see you touching other guys."

"I was just—"

"I don't wanna hear your damn excuses!"

You rolled your eyes. God, he was such a handful.

—

Later that night, at the suggestion of your pink-haired classmate, it was decided that you would all be undergoing a "trial of courage". Ironically enough however, the girl who was the most for it wouldn't be able to show—as it turned out, the remedial group (Kirishima included) was being dragged away by Aizawa to undergo another late-night lesson. Mina's screams were ringing in your eardrums.

"NO! I BEG YOU, I'LL BE GOOD! JUST LET ME PLAY THIS ONE TIME...!"

"Sorry," Aizawa deadpanned, sounding anything but, "I told you this would be difficult, and even just allowing you all to join us at the camp meant that you would have to work extra hard."

"I'll work hard, I promise! Just after the trial of—"

"We're going now. Say goodbye to your friends and wish them a pleasant evening."

He's a sadist...

It was unfortunate that not all your friends would be able to join you, but you weren't about to let your evening go to ruin. From what had been explained by the Pussycats, Classes A and B would be taking turns "scaring" the other. You were first up to navigate through the forest bend, and you'd be taking turns going on ahead in pairs.

"I'm with [Name]," Katsuki declared, not even waiting for the heroes to finish explaining. You flushed and shrunk behind his shoulder.

"Katsuki-kun, I don't think that's how this works..."

"Yes, we're drawing lots, Bakugou." Mandalay chuckled and gestured for the cluster of students to step forth. "Come on, now. There's always a chance that you'll end up with her."

He grumbled under his breath, taking his position and practically ripping the small scrap of paper in his hands. But as chance would have it, you didn't end up together, although your actual pairing wasn't something you could complain about.

"Yay!" Uraraka gushed, wrapping you into a big hug. "[Name]-chan, we get to go together!"

"I think the fuck not," Katsuki spat. He took large, lumbering steps and glared the brunette down. "Step aside, round-face. She's with me."

"Katsuki-kun, seriously..."

"Nah, I think we're good." Uraraka smiled brightly, her eyes flickering with amusement. "We drew lots. You're with however you're with. Speaking of..."

She giggled and pointed behind Katsuki, where a solemn-faced boy with dual-shaded hair was standing by idly. Well, him wanting to switch made that much more sense now. It was one thing to not end up with you, but having to be with Todoroki, well...

"Switch with me," Katsuki gritted out, his fists practically trembling at his sides. "I swear to god, if you don't let me pair up with [Name]—"

"Go away, Bakugou-kun. You already owe me big-time." She batted her lashes and chuckled. "Or have you forgotten about how much I helped you back then...?"

She was, of course, referring to when she'd messaged Katsuki and helped the two of you get over your fight. But your boyfriend was hardly the type of person who'd ever want to be indebted to someone else. With her holding that over his head, there wasn't really much he could do. His pride just wouldn't allow it.

"Shit!" he cursed out. "You little—you're a real bitch, you know that?!"

"Katsuki-kun," you warned, "take that back."

"Huh?! You're taking her side??!"

"Don't worry, [Name]-chan will have way more fun with me."

Uraraka grinned cheekily and proceeded to smush her face up against your own, all the while squeezing down on your sides. Katsuki was just short of bursting a nerve in his forehead. Your best friend was amazing, and you wouldn't trade her for the world, but she could be a devious little shit sometimes.

"Fuck you, floaty-bitch. Stop touching her so damn much." Katsuki grabbed you by the arm and tried prying you away from Uraraka's grasp. The brunette retaliated by grabbing your other arm and pulling you in the opposite direction. At this point, you were little more than a rag-doll being wrung every which way.

"If the two of you are so determined to fight over [Name], then I suppose I can fix this by partnering up with her myself."

You let out a gasp of relief when the two suddenly released their hold on you and snapped their heads back towards the sound of the voice. Todoroki had apparently been watching everything unfold with a blank expression. Perhaps he was getting impatient and wanted to move on.

"She can go with me," he said coolly, breezing forth to clasp your hand in your own. "That way, neither of you have to keep fighting over—"

"HELL NO."

Uraraka and Katsuki had both spoken up in unison, their brows impossibly furrowed. The brunette slapped Todoroki's hand away while Katsuki tugged you backwards.

"Get out of here, you home-wrecker." Uraraka bared her teeth at the poor boy, who now looked confused beyond words. You shook your head and moved your lips in a wordless "sorry".

"Fine, Uraraka." Katsuki had crossed his arms and lightly nudged you in the girl's direction. You were surprised to hear him actually use her real name. Perhaps their unification against a common enemy (Todoroki) had led them to acknowledge one another. "You can go with [Name]," he glared. "But if anything happens to her I'm gonna stomp your damn skull in."

"Aye-aye, boss!" Uraraka puffed out her cheeks and gave Katsuki a salute. Their budding friendship was somehow amusing and horrifying all at once. You never thought you'd hear your boyfriend threatening to beat up your best friend. Though at this point you'd pretty much given up on holding him to normal expectations.

After a fair deal of bitching, Katsuki begrudgingly entered the forest alongside his partner, Todoroki. Before long, it was time for the 5th pair to enter as well—you and Uraraka.

"I-I-I'm pretty scared," Uraraka quivered, her hand instinctively grabbing your own. "E-e-even though I talked a big game back there to Bakugou-kun, those screams from up ahead are really freaking me out..."

You smiled, squeezing her fingers in reassurance. "It's okay, Uraraka-chan. This is just supposed to be like going through one of those haunted houses at an amusement park."

"I'm terrible with those...!"

"Oh, right, ha-ha. But still, it's just meant to be fun, and Class B is just using their Quirks to try and spook us. If we think of all the powers they have, we can probably anticipate what sort of tactics they'll use, right?"

The girl nodded hurriedly, but you could still hear the chattering of her teeth. You let out a small chuckle. You weren't too scared, especially since it was just your friends and classmates out here. And it may have been dark out, but the atmosphere was good. Sometimes, a little fun like this was warranted. It was just you, your friends, and—

What was that?

You snapped your head back towards a nearby bush. Uraraka squealed and hugged you, thinking that it was part of the trial, but something was wrong.

Your chest had begun to ache, and there was a sickening smell working its way through the air. Something like smoke, but more than that...

The scent of danger.

"...shit!"

You cursed at the sensation of something sharp passing by your arm. Your body collided against Uraraka's, and the both of you were sent clambering backwards. A soft gasp let your lips. You hurriedly glanced towards your stinging arm, only to see that your shirt had been split, and a line of blood was trickling down from it.

"Hehe... you two are so cuuute...!"

Your eyes lifted to see that a blonde, uniformed girl had emerged from behind the bush you'd just passed. Her expression was mostly obscured by a black mask with tubes running along it. She held a knife in her hands, the likes of which had been coated red with blood. Your blood.

You squeezed down on your wounded arm and gritted your teeth.

"What the hell's a villain doing out here...?"