Training Camp Turbulence

The next day, I woke up early, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I prepared for the training camp. As I made my way to the designated meeting spot, I spotted Katsuki, or Bakugo, already there, chatting with Kirishima, Todoroki, and Deku. We exchanged brief greetings, and then our instructor, Present Mic, explained the day's schedule. We would be heading into the forest to fight monsters, a training exercise designed to test our skills and teamwork. I felt a surge of adrenaline as we set off, our group consisting of the top 5 students: Kirishima, Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki, and myself. Mineta, on the other hand, was part of a lower-ranked group, but I was sure he would do his best. As we ventured into the forest, the battles began, and we worked together seamlessly, taking down monsters with ease. After a few hours of intense fighting, we returned to the camp, exhausted but exhilarated. The evening was filled with a large feast, and we all indulged in the delicious food, laughing and joking around. The atmosphere was lively, and for a brief moment, I forgot about the tension between Katsuki and me. After dinner, we headed to the baths, eager to relax and unwind. As we soaked in the warm water, Mineta, being his usual enthusiastic self, tried to climb the wall, shouting "PLUS ULTRA" as he reached the top. Thankfully, Kota quickly pushed him off, and I let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Kota," I said, smiling at him. Kota smiled back, but then his gaze drifted to the girls' side of the baths, and his eyes widened. I followed his gaze and saw a group of girls, including Mandalay, chatting and laughing together. Kota's face turned bright red, and he suddenly had a massive nosebleed. I panicked, quickly getting out of the bath and rushing to Kota's side. "Kota, are you okay?" I asked, concern etched on my face. Kota nodded, still looking a bit dazed. I helped him out of the bath and led him to Mandalay, who was sitting on a nearby bench. "Kota, what's wrong?" Mandalay asked, concern in her voice. Kota took a deep breath and explained that he had seen a girl he liked, and it had triggered a memory of his parents' passing. Mandalay listened attentively, her expression soft. As Kota shared his story, I listened intently, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Mandalay explained that Kota's parents had been killed in a tragic accident when he was young, and it had left him with emotional scars. I nodded, understanding now. "I'll leave you two to talk," I said, smiling at Mandalay. "I'll head back to the baths and chill out." As I walked back to the baths, I felt grateful for the supportive friends I had, and I was happy to have been able to help Kota in his moment of need.