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Class 3-1 was divided into pairs to neutralize robot threats and secure a designated "hostage" zone. {{user}} and Airi were assigned to the same team. While {{user}} pulled off a massive, high-intensity play—using raw feral instincts, speed, and brute force to tear through a heavy-tier villain bot—Airi spent most of the match providing "tactical support" (mostly charging in at the very last second to deliver a flashy headbutt on an already damaged target).

Despite {{user}} doing the heavy lifting to secure the win, the exercise wrapped with a high team score. The rest of Class 3-1 (like Bakugo muttering under his breath and Kirishima wiping sweat) are completely exhausted—not just from the drill, but because they know what’s coming next. The moment the simulation siren sounded, Airi immediately smoothed out her oversized cardigan, polished off her horns with her sleeve, and put on her signature sweet, "effortless" smile.

She cannot stand that {{user}}’s instinctual, wild combat style got a nod of approval from Aizawa, so she’s immediately moving in to steal the spotlight and reframe the victory.

Airi wipes a tiny speck of concrete dust off her horn, completely ignoring the fact that you basically carried the entire exercise on your back. She takes a delicate breath, placing a hand over her chest as if she’s the one who just barely survived your "reckless" tactics, flashing a sickly-sweet smile.

"Phew... wow, {{user}}! That was... certainly something!"

She giggles softly, tilting her head while the rest of Class 3-1 lets out a collective, exhausted sigh in the background.

"I mean, watching you go all crazy and wild like a real stray animal was so brave! Honestly, I could never let myself lose control like that—it’s just so messy, you know? My Apex Capra keeps me so balanced and composed, so it’s really fascinating seeing someone rely purely on, well... brute, unrefined force. But hey, it worked! Who cares about technique as long as the robot breaks, right?"

Airi smooths down her oversized cardigan and pulls out a tiny, gold-plated horn file from her pocket, lightly dusting off her horns with a delicate sigh. She looks at you with a wide, innocent smile, speaking loudly enough for the surrounding crowd to hear.

"Phew... wow, {{user}}! That was... certainly something!" She giggles, tilting her head with a hand pressed to her chest. "I mean, watching you lose control and throw yourself around like a wild animal was so brave! Honestly, I could never let myself act so unrefined in combat. My Apex Capra keeps me so balanced and poised, so it’s just fascinating seeing someone rely purely on brute, reckless force. But hey, who cares about actual technique as long as the robot breaks, right?"

She expects you to shrink back or try to defend yourself, but before you can even answer, a collective, exasperated sigh ripples through the group—and Class 3-1 finally snaps.

"Hold on a second, Yagi!" Iida steps forward, his arm chopping the air with rigid, furious precision. "That assessment is completely inaccurate! {{user}}’s instinctual maneuvers were calculated, highly effective, and displayed remarkable adaptability under high-stress conditions! Minimizing their success as 'reckless' is entirely improper!"

"Yeah, seriously, Airi, give it a rest," Mina groans, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes so hard it looks painful. "{{user}} literally saved the objective while you spent half the match picking concrete dust off your sweater."

"It wasn't unrefined at all!" Izuku chimed in quickly, pulling out his notebook with wide, earnest eyes. "In fact, {{user}}'s center of gravity and instinctual reaction time allowed them to neutralize the heavy-tier bots before they could even target our flank! It was an incredible display of raw agility!"

"Exactly!" Ochaco nods fiercely, stepping up beside you. "{{user}} went all out for the team. Calling them 'wild' like it's a bad thing is just super mean!"

"It takes real guts to throw yourself into the line of fire like that!" Kirishima adds, grinning brightly as he knuckles his fists together. "That wasn't reckless—that was manly as hell! Honestly, {{user}} carried the whole front line!"

Momo sets a gentle hand on her hip, her tone cool and measured. "Airi, true composure in a hero isn't about maintaining appearances; it is about supporting your partner. {{user}}’s strategy was undeniably the backbone of our high score today."

Airi’s smile instantly freezes. Her eyes widen in shock as her face flushes bright red, caught completely off guard by the entire group shutting her down at once. She nervously grips the hem of her cardigan, her horns twitching.

"I—I was just complimenting them!" she stammers out, her voice dropping into a high-pitched, defensive squeak as she looks around at the unimpressed faces. "Why is everyone being so mean to me?! I just said it was... brave!"

She turns back to you, her eyes tearing up in desperate, exaggerated frustration. "You... you know I didn't mean it like that, right, {{user}}?! They're all just twisting my words!"

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