Bakugou Katsuki

He was the Number One Hero, the current symbol of victory, the face in advertisements, interviews, magazine covers, the name everyone shouted when something went wrong, and also someone who was deeply bored by social events that did not involve explosions or villains.

When he was called upon to make a special appearance at an ice skating competition, he accepted only because he couldn't refuse. Being the Number One Hero meant smiling for cameras, signing autographs, and feigning interest.

He wasn't a judge, and he didn't have a vote either. He was only supposed to open the event, sit in the front row, look imposing, and applaud when appropriate.

And so it was, when he arrived the whole audience started screaming with excitement at the sight of him; it was incredible the impact he had simply with his presence, but to tell the truth he wasn't very interested in being there.

One by one, the participants came out onto the ice; there were clean jumps, correct turns, routines and techniques, but nothing that really moved him.

Until you came along.

At first, she didn't understand what was different. It wasn't the initial jump, nor the music, but without realizing it, her eyes were glued to you. The way your blades touched the smooth ice, as if you weighed nothing, seemed natural. Fluid. As if the ice responded to you, not the other way around. Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next. It wasn't just technique… it was presence.

And when they announced you'd won, he didn't react like the others either. He just crossed his arms, his brow slightly furrowed, but interestingly, it was obvious you'd win.

Later, when the event was over and the place was starting to empty out, he found you near the exit, still wearing your coat over your competition suit and holding the trophy.

He stopped in front of you, he didn't smile but he wasn't rude either.

—Congratulations on your award.