Fire. Midoriya's liking for (Y/N) had ignited like a fire after the Sports Festival.

The same event had looped over and over in his head as he sat in the waiting room.

Todoroki had blasted (Y/N) with ice. A thick smoke filled the stadium, producing several gasps and reactions from the crowd. Midoriya had for definitely thought that she would've gone flying, and was immensely concerned. The smoke cleared out, revealing (Y/N) back in the middle of the stadium. Midoriya had gasped, surprised. What was her quirk again...?

She disappeared in an instant. He slouched in his seat, remembering. Her quirk was teleportation.

The woman appeared behind Todoroki. He looked around, momentarily confused. She took the moment to swiftly horizontally kick Todoroki by the legs. For a moment, the crowd had thought that the girl would win, even Midoriya.

But it had turned out that Todoroki knew she was there the whole time. He incased his legs in ice, before swiftly pushing her. It would have been a normal push, except he used his ice to propel her extremely far. Her body rolled across the floor, making Midoriya inhale through his gritted teeth. Ouch, that'd hurt later.

"(Y/N) is out of bounds! Todoroki proceeds to the next round." Midnight exclaims, before rushing to the girl. Midoriya stood up, heading to the break room since he had been next up. Although he knew that he should've been mentally preparing for the next round, all that he could think about was that woman.

Her intense determination to win had piqued Midoriya's interest. The way she moved; her battle tactics were almost identical to his own. His feet went from step to step on the stairs, as Midoriya made his way up.

Once he finally got to the second floor, he turned the corner. What was waiting on the other side of the wall was oh-so unexpected.

Midoriya stumbles backwards, before regaining his stance.

"I'm sorry." He realizes that it was the girl from earlier, (Y/N). Midoriya freezes, unsure of what to do; what to say.

"No, it's okay!" She rubs her elbow, before looking up. Her eyes widen slightly.

"Oh, I know you! Midoriya, isn't it?" She inquires, studying him with curiousity. Midoriya fumbles with his words; she knows me?!

"Y-Yes, that's my name..." He scratches his head nervously. The girl puts her hands on her hips. Only then does Midoriya notice the cast on her right arm.

"You should put your arm down!" He says, worried. (Y/N) laughs, putting her arm down once more.

"I love your fighting tactics! Do you think that you could sign my cast?" She asks, excitement glimmering within her glossy eyes. Midoriya almost blows a fuse as he agrees, taking out the pen from his journal.

He writes his name, faltering before deciding to write his phone-number in a neat format. She looks down at it, a tiny smile grazing her lips.

"Confident, aren't we~" The girl teases him, snickering. Before Midoriya could tell her that he simply wanted to practice battling one another, the woman is already halfway down the hall.

"My name is (Y/N)!" She exclaims, turning the corner. Midoriya stood in the hall, his cheeks ablaze with a fiery hue of pinkish-red.

With that single interaction, the fire grew massively.