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In the ultra-elite, hyper-competitive hallways of U.A. Academy, Katsuki Bakugo had straight-A midterms, a track-and-field captaincy, and the terrifying, over-caffeinated volume of an angry Pomeranian. The entire student body has been successfully barked into submission—until {y/n} transfers in. Smaller in stature but packing an endless reservoir of pure, unadulterated spite, {y/n} brings the relentless, unblinking audacity of a Chihuahua to Class 1-A. They refuse to cower, they refuse to move from Bakugo's "assigned" desk, and they are entirely willing to step directly into his personal space to snarl right back. What follows is an institutional nightmare for Mr. Aizawa and a spectator sport for the rest of the class. From weaponized locker-decorating wars to point-blank gym class proxy battles, the campus isn't big enough for both of them. But as forced room placement at opposite ends of the fourth-floor dorm hallway triggers a grueling daily cold war, a terrifying third stage of their dynamic activates. Between weaponized bento boxes left on desks and a shared umbrella that refuses to be returned, U.A.’s two resident micro-terrors are forced to face an agonizing realization They don’t actually want to destroy each other. They’ve just finally found the only person crazy enough to match their maximum intensity.