It started with a stray comment about Class 1-A’s ego and a fist to the jaw. Now, it’s a tradition. Between the biting insults and the hallway brawls, the friction between Hitoshi Shinsou and Y/N is enough to set UA on fire. He’s a cynical third-year who just wanted a quiet path to heroics; she’s a first-year with a hair-trigger temper and a Blood Manipulation Quirk that turns every confrontation into a crimson masterpiece. Hitoshi knows he should walk away, but he’s become addicted to the carnage. There is something intoxicating about the way Y/N looks when she’s breathless and bloodied, her eyes narrowed in total loathing as she weaves his own injuries into weapons against him. The hate is real—but the tension is starting to feel even more dangerous than the Quirk.