CHAPTER THIRTEEN
--DREAMS START--
The air in The Crucible always smelled like sweat and scorched adrenaline—but today?
It smelled like him.
And she knew why.
Because he was already in the dome.
Because he was waiting.
Because they’d scheduled this match three days ago—and because neither of them had let anyone else spar with them all week.
They didn’t need warmups. They didn’t need warm-downs.
They needed each other.
Aurelia rolled her neck once, then stepped inside.
The lights adjusted automatically—sensors reading her vitals, matching her Quirk pressure. But she didn’t need the dome’s calibration.
She was already steady.
Twenty meters ahead, Katsuki Bakugo stood at the center of the ring—feet planted, arms loose at his sides, head tilted slightly like he’d already run every possible outcome.
His mouth twitched when he saw her.
Not a smile.
A warning.
> “Been three days.”
She smirked. “You count better than you hit.”
He snorted. “Says the girl who tapped out in thirty seconds last time.”
“I let you win.”
“Try that again.”
The lights above dimmed—auto-fade engaged.
The match was live.
But Aurelia didn’t wait for the bell.
She dropped her jacket mid-step.
Tight crimson sports bra. Tactical leggings. Her braid slung over one shoulder, loose and high like it was ready to be grabbed.
Bakugo’s gaze flicked down—just once.
Then his fingers twitched.
She activated her Command Zone.
“Gravity’s mine.”
Bakugo grinned.
The dome exploded.
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They met in the center like twin detonations—one made of heat, one made of pressure.
She moved first. Fast. Brutal.
A leg sweep aimed low, her upper body twisting into a counter-grapple—but he blocked it with a palm to her hip and spun her in place, redirecting her momentum like a goddamn dance partner.
> “You’re slower today.”
“Or you’re just cockier.”
His hand snagged her forearm.
Pulled her in.
Not enough to unbalance.
Just enough to let her feel his chest brush hers. To feel the heat through her top.
His mouth was a breath from her ear.
> “You wore red.”
“I always wear red.”
“This shade’s mine.”
"I'm yours."
She shoved him backward with her knee, flipped over his shoulder, and twisted midair.
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