The air was thick with anticipation as the final moments of the exercise between teams A and D came to a close. The arena was still, save for the sound of heavy breathing and shifting feet as the students caught their breath. Their muscles ached, sweat dripped down their foreheads, and the smell of adrenaline lingered in the air.

All Might stood tall in the center, his voice booming with energy despite the exhaustion in the room. "And the winners are... Team A! June, Izuku, and Ochaco!" he declared with a grin, his words filling the space like a thunderclap. His eyes twinkled as the trio stood side by side, their faces flushed from the intense battle.

The room erupted into a chorus of cheers and applause, but amidst the celebration, one voice stood out—the sound of a low growl coming from the back of the room. Katsuki stood stiffly, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. His eyes were wide, his pupils shaking with barely contained fury. The corners of his mouth twitched with the effort to keep himself composed, but it was clear that the defeat was gnawing at him.

"Dammit!" Katsuki muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a frantic edge. His breath came in sharp, shallow gasps, and his chest heaved as he fought to steady himself. The thought of losing to Izuku again was too much for him. Every muscle in his body screamed, his mind raced with thoughts of failure, and his pride burned like a fire he couldn't extinguish.

With every second that passed, the knot in his stomach tightened, and the overwhelming pressure to prove himself began to choke him. His hands twitched at his sides, wanting to explode with fury, but his body held back. He clenched his jaw, teeth gritted so hard it felt like they might break.

"I'm not losing again," he muttered, his voice nearly a hiss.

As the other students began to mingle and congratulate the winners, Katsuki's gaze turned—sharp and venomous—toward where June, Izuku, and Ochaco were standing. Mizuki, the strange lizard-like girl who had been a part of their team, was leaning against the wall with Izuku and Ochaco, her arms crossed over her chest. Her icy eyes met his gaze with a sense of calm detachment, as if the whole ordeal didn't faze her at all.

Izuku, standing beside her, was still catching his breath, a look of accomplishment on his face, though a hint of worry creased his brow as he glanced between Katsuki and Mizuki. Ochaco stood quietly beside them, her hands clasped in front of her, her face bright with a smile but wary of the tense atmosphere around her.

"Calm down, Bakugo," Mizuki said softly, her voice low and soothing, though her tone held a clear hint of authority. Her arms unfolded as she shifted her weight, her sharp eyes never leaving Katsuki's. She didn't seem intimidated by his outburst, as if she had seen this kind of reaction before.

Izuku nodded in agreement, his voice carrying the weight of sincerity. "You can't let this mess with your head, Bakugo. You're a great fighter. Just focus on what you can do next time."

But Katsuki wasn't listening. His eyes narrowed as he continued to glare at Mizuki, his breath still coming in uneven bursts. His words were barely audible, but they seethed with venom. "I'll beat you too, lizard bastard. Just you wait. You think you can look at me like that? I'm gonna show you how good I am—just you wait."

The challenge in his voice was a spark, crackling in the tense atmosphere. The room, which had once been filled with the sounds of celebration, now seemed to hold its breath, the air thick with the weight of his words. He turned away quickly, refusing to let anyone see the full extent of the frustration that had him on the edge of an emotional collapse.

Mizuki simply watched him for a moment, her icy expression unwavering, before she gave a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh. Her eyes flicked briefly to Izuku, who gave her an apologetic look, before turning his focus back to Katsuki's retreating back. She had seen this side of him before, and she knew that this wasn't just about the competition—it was about pride.

Izuku's fingers twitched, as if to reach out to Katsuki, but he hesitated. He understood better than anyone the weight of pressure and expectations. Maybe, just maybe, Katsuki would come around—if he didn't implode first.

June's eyes flicked toward Katsuki as he seethed, her expression unreadable. Her face, usually so calm, seemed to shift as her gaze hardened and a flicker of something dangerous danced in her pupils. Her eyes glowed faintly with an eerie purple hue for a split second, a silent warning that she wasn't someone to be taken lightly.

For a heartbeat, everything around them seemed to hold still, the air thick with tension. It was as though time itself had paused, waiting for the storm to break. Then, just as quickly, the purple glow faded, leaving her eyes looking eerily normal again—serene, almost disinterested.

"I see," she murmured, her voice carrying the weight of understanding but also an unspoken challenge of her own. It was as if she was reading the fury in Katsuki's heart and seeing right through it.

Her posture shifted slightly, her shoulders straightening as she took a step closer to him. Her fingers extended in a smooth, deliberate motion, offering her hand out to him with an almost inviting grace. There was no hesitation in her movements, no fear in her expression—just a quiet, confident resolve.

"I take your challenge then, Bakugo," June said, her tone calm yet firm, the words carrying the weight of someone who understood the consequences of the battle she was willing to engage in.

Katsuki's eyes widened slightly at her sudden response. He wasn't expecting her to take the bait so easily. His jaw clenched, muscles tightening with the urge to snap back, to get into her face and demand why she'd accepted his challenge. His pride roared in protest, but June's unyielding, composed stance made him hesitate.

The students around them, still absorbing the aftermath of the battle and the weight of their own victories, now watched in silence. A flicker of uncertainty crossed Izuku's face, and he took a step forward as if to intervene. But before he could say anything, June's calm demeanor seemed to assure him that she could handle herself.

Ochaco, standing beside Izuku, looked between the two, her eyes wide with a mixture of curiosity and concern. She had never seen June act like this before—so direct, so unflinching in the face of Bakugo's aggression.

Katsuki's eyes narrowed again, fists clenched tightly at his sides. The desire to crush her in the next challenge burned fiercely in his chest, but for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder if June might actually be a worthy opponent.

Without a word, he took a single step toward her, his muscles coiled like a spring, but he said nothing. His pride would have to wait—this was a battle of wills now.

SCENEBREAK

Once all the exercises had been concluded, the students were finally able to breathe a collective sigh of relief. All Might, with his usual booming voice, praised the class for their hard work and perseverance, his eyes gleaming with pride. "Excellent job, everyone! You gave it your all out there, and that's what counts!" He beamed at his students, the smile radiating from his face as they made their way back to their homeroom class.

All Might stood at the front of the room for a moment, watching them leave, his own fatigue starting to settle in as the adrenaline faded. He couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment—until, with a quick glance at the clock, he realized it was time to go. He barely escaped the classroom before the familiar weight of his hero form began to take its toll.

As he stepped into the hallway, All Might sighed, a deep, tired exhale escaping him. The weight of his form felt almost unbearable in these quiet moments, and he couldn't wait to revert to his normal self.

But before he could even get far, something unsettling washed over him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but it felt like someone was watching him. His sharp instincts kicked in, and he turned swiftly on his heel, looking around the empty corridor.

That's when he saw her—June. Standing just a few feet away, her hands casually tucked in her pockets, her calm eyes watching him like she had all the time in the world. She didn't seem to be in any hurry, her posture relaxed as she tilted her head slightly, as though contemplating something.

All Might flinched, his usual confidence faltering for a brief moment. He tried to regain his composure, but the sudden encounter left him a little shaken. "Yo—you're young Han, right? What are you doing here?" His voice wavered slightly, surprised to see her outside of class and at this time of day.

June blinked slowly at him, her expression completely passive. There was no urgency in her movements, no hint of fear or excitement. She just stood there, as if nothing at all was out of the ordinary. "Followed you. Wondered where you go off to," she said in a flat tone, stepping a little closer, still unfazed by the towering figure of All Might.

He took a subtle step back as she approached, feeling a strange, unexpected tightness in his chest. June's presence was so serene, yet there was something about it that made All Might's heart twitch. Perhaps it was the way she carried herself—so effortlessly calm, so composed, as if she were not the slightest bit intimidated by him.

He tried to keep his cool, but the distance between them closed just enough for him to notice the elegance with which she moved, and, unfortunately, how her outfit seemed to fit her so well. The costume she wore didn't help either—its design and fit almost too perfect. It was... distracting.

All Might cleared his throat, trying to shake off the odd feeling that settled in his stomach. "So, you're a weak guy then, behind all the muscles?" June asked suddenly, her words cutting through the silence like a razor. Her tone was casual, but the question hit like a jab.

The sharpness of her words made All Might blink, caught off guard by the sudden question. His eyes widened slightly as he processed what she had said. Was she... making fun of him? Or was there something deeper behind her words?

He stood still for a moment, his heart rate picking up again. She wasn't just another student—she was different. And All Might, in all his years of teaching, had learned not to underestimate those who didn't wear their emotions on their sleeves.

June cocked her head slightly, her expression unreadable, but there was a sharpness in her eyes. The coolness in her gaze made All Might feel as though she were dissecting him—assessing him like a puzzle she had every intention of solving.

"Answer me," she repeated, her voice soft but insistent, a quiet command that left little room for hesitation. She took another step closer, her eyes still locked onto his with an unblinking focus.

All Might's chest tightened, the weight of her presence pressing down on him. He wanted to stand tall, to maintain the facade of the invincible hero that everyone saw him as. But June's calm demeanor, the way she so easily stripped away his bravado, made something inside him tremble.

He could feel his body responding to her command. His muscles tensed, and his heart pounded in his chest. With a swift movement, he felt himself slip, his larger-than-life form fading as he reverted to his true, weakened self. The shift was instantaneous, as though the very essence of his power had been pulled from him.

All Might staggered for a moment, struggling to find his balance, his legs shaky as his transformation completed. The man that stood before June now was no longer the towering hero everyone admired, but a frail, aging man with graying hair and a tired expression.

He shook slightly, the vulnerability of his true form hanging over him like a dark cloud. The confidence and might he usually wore so proudly had vanished, leaving only a man who felt the weight of years of battle and sacrifice. The person who had once inspired hope was now nothing more than a shadow of himself.

June's eyes narrowed slightly as she took in the sight of him. She didn't react immediately, but her silence seemed to linger, weighing heavily on him.

"You're... that's really you," she remarked, her voice still steady, but now carrying an edge of something almost... predatory. She studied him like a hawk eyeing its prey, as if she'd expected this all along.

All Might's hands trembled at his sides, and he struggled to meet her gaze. There was something disarming about the way she stood there, her calm expression contrasting so sharply with the whirlwind of emotions churning inside him. He had always been seen as invincible, but now, in front of this student, he couldn't help but feel... small.

"I—" His voice faltered, the weight of his years pressing on him as he tried to form words. "Yes. This is... my true form."

June didn't say anything at first, her gaze piercing into him as she allowed the silence to stretch between them. Finally, her lips curved into the faintest, almost imperceptible smirk. It wasn't cruel—just observant, almost as if she found something quietly amusing about the situation.

"Mm," she hummed, her voice softer now but still carrying that same level of coolness. "So much power... and yet so much to hide."

All Might, still shaking, couldn't bring himself to respond right away. He felt exposed, unsure of how to navigate this moment with her. The chill in the air seemed to deepen as the weight of her words settled over him.

Despite the loss of his form, he stood his ground, meeting her gaze—though he couldn't shake the feeling that June wasn't just challenging his physical strength. She was testing something deeper. Something that All Might wasn't sure he was ready to face.

June gave a slight dip of her head, her expression still calm, and with a casual flick of her gaze, she turned to leave. "I'm going home. Have a nice day, All Might," she said, her voice as smooth and cool as ever. There was no mockery in her words—just a simple, matter-of-fact farewell.

With that, she started walking away, her steps light and purposeful, her figure disappearing down the hallway with surprising speed. The faint sound of her footsteps echoed softly, gradually growing quieter as she vanished from his sight.

All Might stood frozen for a moment, still feeling the remnants of her presence hanging heavily in the air. His heart was still racing, a mix of emotions stirring within him—confusion, frustration, maybe even awe. He'd faced countless villains, heroes, and battles, but somehow, June's calm, unnerving demeanor had shaken him in a way he hadn't expected.

His gaze lingered on the spot where she had stood moments before, still reeling from the interaction.

"...What a strange student," he muttered to himself, though he wasn't sure whether he was referring to her presence or the quiet challenge she had placed on him with nothing more than a few words and her unshakable calm.

All Might took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. With a tired sigh, he pulled himself together, knowing that there were still other duties to attend to. But as he began to move down the hallway, the weight of June's words continued to swirl in his mind.

So much power... and yet so much to hide...

It seemed there was more to this girl than met the eye—and All Might had a feeling she would be someone he would need to watch closely.