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𝚃𝚑𝚎
𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕
𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛
𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖
𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛.

[HEY, HEY, HEY! ARE YOU GUYS READY?! ESTEEMED AUDIENCE, PRO-HEROES AND PEOPLE WATCHING AT HOME! IT’S TIME FOR THE ONE-ON-ONE TOURNAMENT! HOLD ONTO YOUR SEATS BECAUSE THIS RIDE IS GOING TO GET WILD!]

Present Mic enthusiastically spurred on the masses. Cementoss had just finished making the arena. Tetsutetsu made his way toward the center of the stadium. He was feeling off-centered. He knew himself better than anyone, he was a passionate guy through and through and being told that he wasn’t more than a mere 'background character' was a little more than just insulting. You're just an extra like everybody else, Metalhead. He wanted to punch Bakugou’s face and send him flying. But he couldn't very well start a brawl before the tournament. He needed to behave and maintain his class’ reputation; he owed the same to his team too. And besides, he wasn’t going to lower himself to that clown’s level. The only way to legally punch Bakugou’s face – and get away with it, thankfully – was to win anyway. Which was exactly the thing he was planning to do. Tetsutetsu wasn’t going to let that jerk keep on belittling everyone’s efforts anymore. Tetsutetsu was a man with a mission.

[THE FIRST MATCH IS GOING TO BEGIN!]

Tetsutetsu took a deep breath, stepping out the tunnel leading to the arena. The crowd cheered loudly.

[HERE HE COMES FOLKS! THE UNBREAKABLE! THE HOT-BLOODED! THE STEEL ARROW OF THE HERO COURSE CLASS 1-B, TETSUTETSU TETSUTETSU!]

Tetsutetsu felt pleased by the intro, so much so that he rallied the audience himself by raising his arms above his head, flexing like a pro wrestler. The fire on the corners of the arena blazed up in response, making tall blazing fire pillars.

Once the crowd had calmed down their enthusiasm, Present Mic introduced his opponent.

[VERSUS! THE CUTE! THE CUNNING! THE FEROCIOUS! YOU SAW HIM IN THE PREVIOUS GAME! MIDORIYA IZUKU FROM THE GENERAL EDUCATION DEPARTMENT CLASS 1-C!]

Tetsutetsu’s eyes landed on the boy in front of him. The freckles on his face stood out against the paleness of his skin. He was small and the air about him, along with his posture, only told of gentleness. Big bright green eyes and a soft smile adorned his face. It was a stark contrast between the two of them, Tetsutetsu noted. Moreover, Midoriya was carrying a toy – a stuffed animal – carefully in his arms. It decidedly cemented the cute adjective Present Mic added to his intro. Tetsutetsu wasn’t sure about the rest though. He knew he placed fourth in the cavalry battle, along with his team but he wasn’t exactly sure how they achieved it.

[THE RULES ARE SIMPLE SO YOU BETTER PAY ATTENTION BECAUSE I’M ONLY EXPLAINING THEM ONCE!]

Present Mic began to explain in detail on how the one-on-one fights should be conducted. The moment he said fight dirty if you must! Midoriya’s smile grew a tiny bit as if amused. Midoriya bent down and placed his toy on the ground just a few inches inside the line of the arena. Its black beady eyes stared at Tetsutetsu from where it sat as Midoriya got closer to shake hands with him. Midoriya’s hand was cold and his grip was strong and somehow Tetsutetsu got an increasingly bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

[NOW LET’S ROCK ‘N’ ROLL! ARE YOU TWO READY?! FIGHT!]

It was undeniable. Tetsutetsu was landing his hits. Sure, most of them were expertly side stepped, or blocked in a way that he knew the damage was halved. And he was punched back. But the thing was – Tetsutetsu was landing his hits – he wasn’t pulling his punches either. His fists of steel were connecting against flesh but Midoriya wasn’t going down. Not that his fists had connected anywhere near a vital point though. But it was the principle of knowing he was made of metal and Midoriya wasn't. Furthermore, it didn’t look like Midoriya had a transformation or a mutant type quirk. He looked awfully normal. Plain. Unremarkable. Harmless.

Feeling pressured – impatient – since his punches weren’t doing much, Tetsutetsu changed strategies. He began landing leg kicks. They landed heavily, connecting against Midoriya’s thighs or either side of his hips. Tetsutetsu believed in his endurance and in the rich iron meal he had that morning. He didn’t relent. He didn’t back up. He was steel. Steel did not bend. He was determined to win.

Tetsutetsu never thought that he had a tell.

He never thought that a failed counter was something he should have paid attention to. He never thought that someone with less of a range than him would knock him out with a single punch.

It happened in a flash but it was pretty obvious to the trained eye. Tetsutetsu landed a kick with his left leg. Midoriya took the brunt of the hit, knowing he came up short on his previous counter, Midoriya stepped forward lowering his core, landing a right hook to Tetsutetsu’s chin. Those who were close to the fight heard a horrifying crack. Tetsutetsu’s face snapped to his right and he went down in the next moment.

The heavy sound of Tetsutetsu’s fall was deafening. Midoriya stepped in fast, fist raised. It was obvious he was going to continue the assault to make sure Tetsutetsu stayed down but before he could, Midnight stopped him, calling the fight in his favor.

[MIDORIYA MOVES ON TO THE SECOND ROUND!!!]

There were cheers and even more confused cheers among the crowd. The audience didn’t know how to react.

Tetsutetsu’s awareness came back slowly. He blinked, taking in his surroundings. The medical curtains and smell of antiseptic told him he wasn’t in the arena anymore. He sighed, feeling downcast.

“Um.” A voice uttered softly. Tetsutetsu turned to his right. Midoriya was there, covering half of his face with the back of his plush toy head. “How are you feeling?” Green eyes peered at him curiously.

“Honestly? Like I got knocked out.” He said honestly, the laugh he got in answer was a really pleasant sound to hear. “I’m fine, don’t worry about it. Nothing I hadn't felt before. I consider it an occupational hazard. But for real dude, you got me good out there. You’re extremely strong. And I can tell you really know how to fight so I’m not even mad.”

“Thank you.” The corners of Midoriya’s eyes crinkled, clearly pleased by the praise. “You were a tough cookie yourself.”

“Is that a compliment?” Tetsutetsu asked with a loud laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

Midoriya laughed again and didn’t answer. He stood up from his seat just as Recovery Girl got closer to check on her patient. Midoriya’s plush toy dangled from his left arm, its long rabbit ears swaying as its owner moved. Its black beady eyes stared at Tetsutetsu again. Midoriya reached with his right hand towards him.

“It was a good fight.” He said with a smile, honest and cheerful. “I hope we can get the opportunity to spar again someday.”

“Sure thing man! I need a rematch after all. My honor is on the line! You’ll definitely be the one eating the dust then, just wait.”

Midoriya laughed with mirth, “I’ll hold you to it.”

Midoriya’s hand was warm this time as he said goodbye. Tetsutetsu idly noted that he, maybe, was wrong in his previous assumptions. Maybe Midoriya did have a transformation quirk. After all, half of the length of his fingers were pitch-black.

[THE FIFTH MATCH IS ABOUT TO BEGIN LADIES AND GENTS! LET’S MAKE SOME NOISE!]

There was a clamor in the stands. Ashido was shaking in excitement. She waved at the audience energetically who in turn cheered loudly. Across her, her opponent didn’t seem to be excited, to say the least. He wore a blank face, slouching as he stood, his hands were inside the pockets of his gym uniform – his aura screamed that he very much didn’t want to be there. He looked beyond tired. He could become the new face for those sleeping pills she saw in TV commercials, Ashido thought distantly. Something must have shown on her face because he got an even flatter stare in the next moment.

[NOW LET ME ANNOUNCE OUR FIGHTERS! FROM HERO COURSE CLASS 1-A, ASHIDO MINA! BEWARE OF HER ACID ATTACK! AS PROVED IN THE PREVIOUS GAME, SHE CAN LITERALLY MELT HER PROBLEMS AWAY!]

Ashido and Shinsou walked to the center of the arena. They shook hands.

[AND HER OPPONENT FROM THE GENERAL EDUCATION DEPARTMENT CLASS 1-C, SHINSOU HITOSHI! HIS QUIRK—ACTUALLY, I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS, HA-HA-HA! BUT IT MUST BE AMAZING, DON’T YOU THINK SO?! WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET THE MATCH BEGIN!]

Ashido was getting pumped!

Ashido was getting a bit ticked off. For the past five minutes she had been taunted. Not only by words but also by Shinsou’s attitude. Since the beginning Shinsou had been aloof. Indifferent. Detached. Maybe even downright cold as their fight continued. Not that she considered their fight an actual fight by how things were going. Instead of trading blows, she got deadpan stares and criticism. She thought that after the start of the fight Shinsou would change his attitude a bit, maybe even see a worthy opponent in her and fight back seriously. She was clearly expecting too much from the guy.

They were beginning to reach a stalemate.

She had been using her quirk properly. Of course, she needed to use a lower acidity level so as to not hurt him badly or permanently but she was using it like she did when she trained in class. It should work. At most, her quirk would sting a little on contact. But her usual moves weren’t helping her in corralling him at all. Her attacks weren’t giving her any substantial advantage in their fight either. He was slippery and dodged everything with a clever comeback at the tip of his tongue – so far you’ve been a one trick pony, don’t you have something else to show? I knew I shouldn't have gotten out of bed today. This is becoming beyond boring. You're so predictable it's painful to watch. Why did I listen to them? How did I think this tournament was going to be interesting? – or simply redirected her hands out of the way when they were close enough to touch.

He was toying with her and that was making her mad.

“Are all the hero course first years this boring in their fights? Color me unimpressed.”

She rushed at him, going low with her arms spread wide. Ashido had two strategies to implement. One, push him out of bounds. And two, restrain him long enough to threaten him with her acid. She was sure Midnight would call off the fight if she showed that having her hand on his face was basically a K.O. She grabbed his leg, locking her hands behind his knee. She pulled him up, forcing him to hop on his remaining leg to maintain his balance while she pushed him back towards the arena’s white line.

The momentary thrill Ashido had instantly went away as she felt Shinsou press his weight on her. She stopped moving, he was heavy. He was also strong – before she knew it, she was on her knee gripping Shinsou’s pants. She was flustered – Shinsou could attack from above. Her back was open. Her head was unguarded. She realized she made herself vulnerable when she rushed at him. Shinsou’s hands were free – he could do anything to her. What should she do? Her rationale screamed at her to do something, to act on what she could do but she was paralyzed and in a momentary daze – she was panicking –

Shinsou pushed her away and towards the opposite side roughly while simultaneously moving to the center of the arena himself.

He waited, stance almost casual.

Ashido was still on the ground. She gaped a little. She saw him standing there, looking at her and not doing anything – not really saying anything anymore. He lifted his brows slightly as he waited, his eyes told her of his deep disappointment. She felt shame and rage wash over her violently in a wave. Ashido lunged at him, throwing punches and kicks – fast, sloppy, without form, what was she doing? – each and every one of them was parried. She spent agonizing moments trying to get a hit in but she didn’t – couldn’t – connect them properly. She simply couldn’t.

The fight was one-sided and it wasn’t in her favor.

She was winded, everything was crashing down, revealing the cold upsetting realization that he hadn’t – not even once – tried to attack her directly since the fight started.

“What the hell man?!” She screamed, furious and desperate in equal measure.

Shinsou blinked as if surprised. “What do you mean?”

“Fight me!”

“Don’t move.”

Ashido froze.

Shinsou walked to where she was, leisurely lifting her up like one would a child – with the right amount of decorum – excuse me, she heard him say. She was carried for a few moments but soon after she was gently placed outside bounds. Ashido could faintly hear Midnight announcing Shinsou’s win, Present Mic’s commentary and the crowd’s reaction. But she was too overwhelmed to think straight. When Shinsou flicked her forehead she was once again thrown for a loop.

“You’re lucky I’m not a villain.” His expression was the same as the start of the fight: aloof, indifferent, detached. “Learn to control your emotions.” He turned around and left, not once turning back to see her crumple to the ground.

Those parting words almost made her cry.

[THE SEVENTH FIGHT OF THE FIRST ROUND! THIS YEAR THE FESTIVAL HAS CERTAINLY BEEN WILD! DON’T YOU THINK SO ERASERHEAD?!]

[Hm.]

[AND NOW, ANOTHER FIGHT WITH ANOTHER CONTENDER FROM THE GENERAL EDUCATION DEPARTMENT AND FROM CLASS 1-C ONCE AGAIN! A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR AWASE YOUSETSU!]

The crowd clamored wildly.

[HERE HE COMES PEOPLE! ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE GEN WINNERS OF THE FOURTH PLACE IN THE CAVALRY BATTLE! AMAZING ISN’T—MM?! WHAT'S THAT?! DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME? THAT SMILE WAS DOWNRIGHT VICIOUS! WHAT HAS ECTOPLASM BEEN TEACHING IN HIS HOMEROOM?!]

Before setting foot on the arena, Awase took off his shoes, bowed to the arena, then to Midnight and then to his opponent, Sero. Sero scrambled to do the same but he was pretty sure his bow was stiff, off-timed and awkward.

[OH?! LOOK AT THAT! HIS SMILE MIGHT BE SCARY BUT HE’S POLITE! GEN STUDENTS ARE SURE FULL OF SURPRISES! BUT LET’S NOT FORGET ABOUT HIS OPPONENT! FROM THE HERO COURSE CLASS 1-A, SERO HANTA!]

Sero could agree with Present Mic’s commentary to a certain degree – gen students have been impressive so far. However, it hurt a tiny bit to hear the difference in presentations. He also placed second last game with his group, wasn’t that worth mentioning too? He sighed inwardly but he faced his opponent undeterred with his head held high. He just needed to prove himself on the fight.

Awase began to take his shirt off and Sero almost did a double take.

The guy was chiseled from every angle. All right.

“Let’s have a good fight, yeah?” Awase said and Sero’s eyes snapped back to his face. The shirt had been carelessly discarded to the side. Sero managed to croak a yes and readied his stance like Awase. The guy’s eyes were intense. Sero began to think to himself, scratch that, his everything is intense.

Taking a deep breath, Sero threw his tape as soon as Midnight announced the start. His tape wrapped around Awase’s body. Chiseled good looks or not, Sero wasn’t going to let himself feel intimidated – or jealous, a tiny voice added as an afterthought – in this fight. It was the time to show off the potential of their quirks to the Hero Agencies out there. Courage renewed, Sero pulled with all his strength, ready to throw Awase outside the arena.

Everything was going according to plan until it suddenly wasn’t.

Awase stopped just barely within bounds, feet firmly planted on the ground. He leaned away from the white line. “That was close!” He said with a laugh full of teeth. He squirmed, his hand broke free, he began taking Sero’s tape off his body systematically.

Confusion was the first sensation Sero registered blooming in his entire body. How did Awase stop himself? How was he nonchalantly taking off his tape as if it wasn’t sticking to his body? What the hell was going on? Trepidation was the second sensation increasingly bubbling in his chest. Awase finished taking the tape off and immediately charged at Sero with a look that sent shivers down his spine.

Sero shot his tape again. Unlike last time, he didn’t try to wrapping it completely around Awase, opting instead to just bind his upper body. But he wasn’t entirely successful. Sero only secured one of Awase’s arms. Awase took the opportunity, using his free hand he grabbed the tape strip connecting them. Sero pulled with all his might to try to throw him outside the arena once again. To his growing horror, he was yanked back instead. He was dragged several paces towards where Awase was standing. Sero cut off the tape before he could get too close and backed away immediately.

Just like before, Awase began to take off the tape glued to his body but this time, he left several long strips hanging from his hand. That moment was all the respite he granted Sero before charging again. Sero threw his tape while backing away, trying to buy himself some time in order to think on his next move. However, Awase didn’t stop. He charged like a raging bull heedless of the tape wrapping around him as he closed the space between them. Awase tackled Sero to the ground. Sero tried to scramble away but his leg was taped to the ground. Sero didn’t even had the time to feel dismayed at being caught by his own quirk.

It wasn’t the tape’s natural glue sticking him to the ground though. The strips of tape were welded to the ground. Before he knew it, his head was yanked back by another strip of tape. His head thudded on the ground and then he couldn’t move his neck. Even though Sero knew everything was happening in an instant, everything around him was moving in slow motion. Awase moved like a seasoned hunter going for the kill. And Sero was his prey. His arms were next and finally his remaining leg was secured to the ground. Sero couldn’t move and he was rendered speechless.

Awase stood before him, a final strip of Sero’s tape in his hand. “What do you prefer? I could put this over your mouth and nose and suffocate you until you lose consciousness,” He said conversationally, looking straight at him with a big manic grin, “or would you rather surrender?”

Sero couldn’t see Midnight from where he was but as clearly as he could he yelled, “I surrender!”

Midnight called the fight and the crowd’s yelling became louder.

[THERE YOU HAVE IT FOLKS! ANOTHER GREAT PERFORMANCE FROM THE GEN DEPARTMENT! AMAZING FIGHT! AWASE PASSES ON TO THE NEXT ROUND!]

[HERE WE ARE GALS AND LADS! THE FINAL FIGHT OF THE FIRST ELIMINATORY ROUND! WE’VE COME A LONG WAY, HAVEN’T WE?!]

A light breeze coursed through the stadium, the white clouds covering the sun rays slowly drifted away. Kendou’s opponent made her way towards the middle of the arena. Kodai stopped and greeted her with a standard bow. After mirroring her movements, Kendou gave her a tentative smile. Kodai’s cerulean eyes were fixed on Kendou, her eyes alone were telling her something. When she realized what it was, a thrill ran down her spine. She readied her stance even before Present Mic had finished their introductions. The only important bit that mattered anyway was that Kendou Itsuka and Kodai Yui were going to fight.

Midnight announced the start of the fight and Kendou watched with breathless anticipation as Kodai changed her stance while a smile blossomed on her face. Kendou smile grew and she charged at her. There was a silent understanding between them, Kendou knew what Kodai wanted them to do first. Blissfulness coursed through her. The day had been the best she had ever had at U.A. so far. Maybe it was silly to fight without using her quirk – it truly was – but it wasn’t everyday where she could find another girl who with her eyes alone told her what Kendou had wanted to hear many times during her lifetime. 

Show me your best.

Kendou opened the fight by throwing a left straight. It didn’t connect as Kodai dodged. Kodai went low and countered with a straight left of her own. Kendou blocked with her guard. They both took a split moment to ready themselves for the next attack. Kodai threw a low kick and Kendou threw another straight left. They both connected the hit simultaneously. After the attack, they sprung apart, pain blooming hot on their muscles. Kodai still had her smile, and Kendou could still feel hers.

With a burst of power Kodai lunged at her, jumping mid-air to try and land her knee on Kendou's face. Kendou side-stepped to the right, immediately using her right hand to hammer Kodai’s shoulder while she was still in mid-air. Kodai was knocked down, falling painfully on the ground. Following the same path, Kendou pivoted on her left foot to land a high kick down on Kodai’s head but she had already retreated before she could connect the attack. They stared at each other and this time Kendou became aware of the fact that their shining smiles weren’t exactly appropriate for the situation. But at the same time, she realized she was living something amazing in combat. The next few minutes were the prologue for what would be the most satisfying hand-to-hand fight Kendou had ever experienced in years.

Kodai seemed to master her fair share of fighting techniques to employ in combat. Jabs to wear her down, middle kicks to punish her guard, front kicks to cut off takedowns and taekwondo-style backward jump kick to punish and avoid straight attacks. She knew them all. It felt like they were doing an all-out slugfest. Kendou was beyond pleased. Neither of them was slowing down. And neither of them seemed to want to stop; they were having fun. They were too focused to notice Midnight coming down her podium and closer to the arena. Cementoss was ready at her side.

A knee stomp stopped Kendou’s next attack, she guarded her face as she read Kodai’s right hook. Kendou couldn’t react in time when Kodai changed the trajectory of her attack by torquing her body and extending a shovel punch right into her floating rib – it was a textbook liver shot. The intense pain that followed took Kendou by surprise, her knees gave up and she fell down. Her vision swung, she felt short of breath. She might have gasped in pain but she wasn't sure as she felt disoriented.

Kodai didn’t take the opportunity to attack and finish her off which made Kendou feel a little bit relieved and offended simultaneously. However, Kodai's next words assuaged her nerves somewhat, “Should we move to the main event, Kendou-san?”

The dizziness was still blurrying her sight but Kendou managed to respond, “I believe isn’t a matter of wanting, is it?”

The soft laugh she got as response was exhilarating. Kodai gave her a little bit of space and waited for her to get ready.

At the edge of the arena, Kendou noticed but ignored Midnight and Cementoss debating whether to stop the fight. It sparked a little bit of uneasiness in her, that uneasiness unsettled her previous focus. She rushed on her plans, she released her quirk a little earlier than intended.

Along with the size of her hands, a rush of power and strength manifested in her body. She began her attack, reaching for Kodai with her right hand. Kodai began to retreat, barely managing to avoid Kendou’s swipes. To anyone, it would look like Kendou had the upper hand in that moment, Kodai was avoiding a direct confrontation which was the opposite tactic she had been using so far.

Kendou knew better.

Kodai might have changed tactics but she was seeing what was coming at her. She knew where to dodge, where to move with time to spare; Kendou was being led. Which made Kodai’s next attack unsurprising in its execution. Even if Kendou wanted to get close since it was her only choice, she stepped just a smidge too close.

Kodai ducked, going low, grabbing Kendou’s leg and forcing her down on one knee. Even though it was the perfect moment to seize her with her quirk, Kodai was faster. With incredible precision she twisted her body along with Kendou’s leg, with enough force to slam her down on the ground. Kendou felt the air leave her lungs. Swiftly, Kodai swooped over her, twisting until Kendou’s head was secured in a lock in Kodai’s arms. It was a guillotine choke, and the little air left in Kendou's lungs was being squeezed out of her slowly.

Everything hurt, Kendou didn’t even remember when in her panic she released her quirk. Every tiny movement Kodai did send pain Kendou’s way. Kodai’s shin was pressing on Kendou’s stomach cinching her hold even tighter. Little by little, Kendou's vision blackened. The only reason she didn’t pass out completely was thanks to Midnight frantically calling off the fight while Cementoss pulled her away from Kodai.  

In her daze, Kendou heard the roar of the crowd and saw Kodai’s bloody smile directed at her. “That was fun.”

Kendou wanted to laugh and reply but she couldn’t breathe. I think, she thought as she came down from her adrenaline high, she broke one of my ribs.

Inside the announcement room, Yamada was having a hard time trying to give a positive spin to the last battle. He felt a bit responsible, he did say fight dirty and with your all when he explained the rules previously but he wasn’t expecting to see someone do exactly that in such a brutal way. He needed a moment of reprieve and since he did have a co-host he decided to rope him along into the conversation before he made the final announcements. He knew it would be hard to entice Aizawa to talk to the mic with regular questions, so he decided to talk about what Aizawa would actually want to talk about.

[ERASERHEAD, MY FRIEND, WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE FIRST ROUND FINALISTS FROM THE GENERAL DEPARTMENT? THEIR FIGHTS WERE EXTREMELY IMPRESSIVE BUT WHAT COULD YOU TELL OUR AUDIENCE ABOUT THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN THEM AND THEIR TECHNIQUES AND THE KIDS ON THE HERO COURSE?]

Aizawa was silent for a moment but Yamada knew the different kinds of silences his best friend used. Not long after, he was rewarded for his patience.

[One thing the kids from the gen department have been doing right is the very foundation of fighting and self-defense. They were sealing their opponent’s advantages when they could and then brought the fight to their level with the intent to win swiftly and cleanly. It happened with Shinsou making Ashido lose her composure when he purposefully made the stalemate in their fight. Bit by bit, he chipped away at Ashido's defenses. If Ashido had kept her cool, she could have done more with her quirk since she clearly had the advantage quirk-wise. Instead of following Shinsou’s pace, she should have stood her ground and not let herself feel pressured and overwhelmed by her opponent. The second instance was with Awase using his opponent’s quirk to his own advantage—]

[THE OPPOSITE OF SHINSOU!]

There was a pause where Aizawa stopped talking, annoyed at being interrupted. Yamada smiled sheepishly.

[Yes. Awase used the same tactic. Although, instead of sealing his opponent’s quirk he decided to use it for himself, taking control of the fight’s pace to bring it down to his own terms. And finally with Kodai making sure Kendou couldn't use her quirk the way she wanted. Kendou had ample opportunity to use her quirk before getting exhausted and hurt. Whatever was on her mind didn’t help her win the fight in the end. In Midoriya’s case, it seems he knew there was no need to make adjustments to his fighting style or strategy. He was confident in his abilities so he stuck to his plans. If anything, these fights have only exposed the fact that there are students who need to work harder on their respective fighting styles, situational awareness, their lack of future planning and overall strategies. So far, the kids from the General Education Department were keener planners and more than one dimensional fighters compared to the kids in the Hero Course.]

There was a long silence stretching in the room and arena at the statement. Yamada shook himself and broke the silence.

[I LOVE YOUR INSIGHT AND EVERYTHING ELSE... REALLY, I DO!... BUT, THAT'S HARSH!]

[It's a mere preview of what we are going to tackle in the future.]

[UH-OH.]

[Hm.]

[WELL, YOU HEARD HIM PEOPLE! ERASERHEAD, PRO HERO AND TEACHER EXTRAORDINAIRE! NOW, BACK TO BUSINESS! THE FIRST ELIMINATION ROUND IS OVER! WE’LL MOVE ON TO THE SECOND ROUND AFTER A ONE HOUR LUNCH! BON APPÉTIT EVERYONE!]

There were long queues inside the cafeteria. The menu and the meals were displayed in holograms. The ingredients were detailed at the side of each dish.

“You would think that a dish called 'Meat Surprise' would have actual meat in it.” Midoriya pointed out in disbelief, reading the menu in a state of pure apprehension.

“U.A. keeps on challenging our expectations. Plus Ultra.” Awase said solemnly.

Shinsou drawled his response. “So far, it has been utterly underwhelming. Plus Ultra.”

“I think Izukkun needs to eat more vegetables. Plus Ultra.” Kodai added as a non sequitur, scanning the menu intensely.

Midoriya eyed Kodai with deep pain, “Why… Yukkun…just why…”

“She’s right, you know? Enough of your carnivorous diet spiel. Go green. You’re barely taller than Yui. If she wears heels you’re done Izu, done.” Awase shook his head, face serious.

“Tsukkun, there’s no need to attack my absent Napoleon Complex over your newfound guilt about farm animals.” He pursed his lips, “Don’t shove your morals and expectations in my face because you want someone else to suffer along with you. The sooner you realize you’re craving steak the sooner we’ll go eat it.”

Awase scoffed, “I’m not even going to answer that. I’m just going to tell you that you have no soul and there’s a special place in the third circle of Hell just for you, meat lover.”

“Leaving Yo-kun’s crisis aside. I just need Izukkun to realize he needs to eat healthier meals once in a while. Green things. Like his hair. But, as in, vegetables. Starting today with meal number 5. We can't allow this dissent in diets to hurt one of our own.” Kodai said, turning to Midoriya – who gave her the stink eye – and Shinsou who were behind her in the line. “Hi-kun tell him so.”

Shinsou shuffled along without saying anything.

“Your unhelpfulness has reached critical levels.” Kodai glowered at Shinsou.

“No amount of scolding is going to change me, Yui. I’m beyond critical levels. I’ve reached heights mortals like you will never understand. I’ll soon reach enlightenment and will cease to care about this vain existence we call life.” His tone was grave but the people overhearing the exchange since the beginning – those being Sero and Ashido – refused to believe he was serious.

“Hitocchi, you can’t. You must stay here with us.” Midoriya turned around, circling his arms around his torso, looking up, he said completely serious, green eyes bright with joy, “We have to visit the third circle of Hell first!”

Awase grumbled something and Kodai patted his back distractedly.

“As you wish.” Shinsou said with a fond sigh.

“Thank you!” Midoriya giggled merrily, turning around back to the queue – eyeing the pork cutlet dish hungrily.

“The things I do for you…” Shinsou said dramatically pausing for a moment, “Now, let’s pick number 5 for the both of us.”

“No!” Midoriya spun around looking betrayed.

“Quiet you.” Shinsou leaned forward, basically draping himself over Midoriya, who didn’t seem to mind despite his previous protest, instead choosing to wrap his arms around Shinsou’s back to maintain his balance as Shinsou pushed him backwards as the line moved along. “Did you seriously think that poor attempt at diversion worked on me? Think again, Hase.”

“That’s it, we’re through, you’re not going to Hell with me.” Midoriya muttered petulantly but didn’t let go as Shinsou secured him tighter in his arms.

Shinsou exhaled in a way that could pass for a laugh.

Todoroki sat at an empty table eating his cold soba. His classmates were scattered around the hall in several tables. Bakugou’s table was behind him which was quite unfortunate. He noticed that Yaoyorozu’s table was on his right which were good news, along with the wall that was on his left. Thanks to those factors he could eat in relative tranquility. To say that Todoroki appreciated every bit of peace he could get was a gross understatement. So, he was affronted, confused and a little irritated that his peace was interrupted by the embodiment of sunshine, a guy with the scariest and friendliest smile he had ever seen, a girl with an adorable blank face and a tall boy with a terminal case of resting bitch face.

The four finalists from the Gen Department stood before him with varying degrees of anticipation. Todoroki wasn’t the best at social situations but he did have a keen sense of awareness so he did notice the shift in the air as his previously ignored corner became the focus of curious stares from people all around. He understood the interest, all the matches the gen students had participated in had caused a stir among all of the first years – if not all of U.A.. Nonetheless, no matter how accurate his assertions were and despite his feelings at the disturbance of his peace, Todoroki could do nothing when confronted with a simple request.

“Do you mind if we sit?” Clear green forest eyes stared at him.

Todoroki didn’t have a reason to refuse so he shook his head.

“Thanks!”

The genuine gratitude being shown discomfited Todoroki greatly, so much so that by impulse he spoke, “It’s no big deal.”

A big sunny smile was directed his way as response. “Well, we still appreciate it.” There was a lull afterwards as they took their seats on either side of him. Midoriya, who sat at his right, began to poke at his food. He stabbed a slice of green pepper, lifted it and held it before him.

“Do you like green peppers, Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asked, placing his focus on Todoroki instead.

Todoroki might have taken a little too much time to think about the answer he gave, “Not particularly.”

“Then, tell me, would you mind—” Midoriya started to say when Shinsou took his cheek between his thumb and index finger, pinching it hard enough to leave a red mark on his pale skin.

Midoriya turned to Shinsou, pointedly enunciating his pain, “Ow.”

“You are eating your peppers, Izuku.” Shinsou said with the same uncanny tone of voice Aizawa used when scolding the rowdy kids in his class. 

Awase chuckled, “Izu, why do you have to make things difficult for yourself?”

“Your taste buds are broken!” Midoriya glared at Awase, “Peppers are bitter! Why would I want to eat them willingly? I'd rather eat ice-cream not this disgusting... thing.”

“Should I make a presentation depicting all of the health benefits eating vegetables provide for the human body?” Kodai spoke up, a faint smile on her face.

Midoriya frowned, looking dejected and a tad defeated. “No, thank you. Trying to eat this is torture enough.”

While his friends looked unconcerned or amused by his declaration – for Todoroki, who daily life consisted in masking or ignoring his emotions, seeing someone display them so openly was jarring. However, at the same time, there was something familiar and forgotten in the way the four gen students interacted with each other – something that quietly began to chip away at his usual defenses.

“If you chew peppers more than ten times it’ll taste better.” Todoroki spoke without thinking, before he knew it, words flew on their own accord, freely giving a piece of a forsaken past, words his mother once told him when he was little. He swallowed hard, his body going cold and hot at the same time. He shouldn’t have said anything. Midoriya was being polite when he tried to make small talk with him. They were eating at the same table. That was it. Nothing more to it. What was Todoroki doing trying to talk to them? He was different. He wasn’t like them. He was at U.A. for one reason only. Todoroki dug his fingernails into his palms.

“Todoroki-kun…”

The solemnity in Midoriya’s voice snapped Todoroki’s focus back to the table which now sported four people chewing on green peppers thoughtfully. Midoriya looked awed. Shinsou had an eyebrow raised. Kodai looked surprised and Awase looked bemused.

“What sorcery is behind this?”

“You can’t complain about vegetables anymore.”

“Ah, hold on, let’s not make hasty decisions!”

“I was kidding before but now I'll truly make that presentation about vegetables.”

“I’ll help you. Do you think Ectoplasm-sensei would mind if we give him that instead of our homework?”

“I hope you two are joking about that.”

“Oh...”

“Of course...”

“Todoroki-kun!” Midoriya exclaimed, suddenly very close to Todoroki, he beamed, “Thank you!”

Todoroki felt a little breathless, “It’s no big deal.”

Midoriya laughed.

Touya had sneaked inside his room past his bedtime after a particular bad training day with Endeavor. Gently, he moved Todoroki on the futon so they could read together side by side while he held a flashlight in the darkness of the room. Todoroki whispered questions about words he didn’t understand at the time, but the drawings were clear enough for him to get the gist of what was happening in the story. It was simple and mundane and all the more breathtaking for it – it was a beautiful reality which Todoroki had never experienced. A group of friends talking and joking while they ate on their school’s rooftop. They were smiling, unconcerned with what was to come in the next hour, the next day, or the next week. At some point, a new character appeared and the world in the book seemed to tilt on its axis. Through the eyes of the main character on each page Todoroki saw how everything shone in a different light – how it seemed a little bit brighter. He questioned Touya then, asking if it was caused by a quirk. Touya had laughed quietly then, turning off his flashlight and settling beside him comfortably, telling him that he’d tell him when he was older. Touya left and never told him what it was or what had caused it.

He remembered that time with a heavy heart. Something similar to what he read that day with Touya was happening, Todoroki mused quietly. The world seemed to tilt a tiny bit but instead of one person there were four. And it wasn’t like the gentle turn of a page with bright sparkling lights. It was much more like a blindsiding attack from a bulldozer plowing through a privately owned land at the dead of night. He frowned.

Midoriya invaded his vision again, toeing the line of Todoroki's personal space like a juggler on a tightrope. “You look like you're thinking about something complicated. Do you need help?”

“No.” Todoroki refused to dwell on it any longer. On anything for that matter. Not only had he recalled Touya and his mom, he almost began to think about his father too. He had only shared a meal with them in the span of an hour. He definitely didn't need help from them with things that really bothered him.

“You sure?” Midoriya tilted his head charmingly. “Hitocchi is really good at fixing problems.”

Before Todoroki could refuse politely, Kodai spoke with poorly concealed amusement. “Sure, Hi-kun helps. But rather than fixing, you should say that Hi-kun makes problems disappear for good. ”

“Be more charitable, Yui. Shi is truly a problem solver at heart. No matter how he does it.” Awase looked at Yui, both shared amused grins.

Shinsou didn't take the bait, “Are you two bored enough to try to suggest to him I'm an assassin?”

Kodai shrugged while Awase replied, “There's still two fights before ours, we're feeling... feisty. So what's better than to poke at the sleeping tiger?”

“One,” Shinsou levelled them with the look of someone who was used to that type of response, “I'm actually sleep deprived. Two, if you two still feel 'feisty' after the festival I can drop the word to Ectoplasm-sensei, and tell him you two wanted to ditch his class to research green peppers and he'll be more than happy to oblige and deal with your urges thoroughly.”

Awase cringed while Kodai perked up. “Really?”

“Yui, stop. Stop. I didn't sign up for torture. I don't want to be in pain for weeks. I refuse!”

They began to quarrel afterwards while Todoroki and Midoriya watched the interaction. “Ectoplasm-sensei... trains you?” Todoroki's mouth didn't seem to have a filter or restrain at the moment.

“Not really?” Midoriya stretched his arms above his head. “When we moved to Japan our guardian decided we needed someone to teach us the ropes of real Japanese normalcy. Whatever that means. And Igarashi-sensei was recommended to him. It inevitably ended with us making a sparring partner out of him at some point. So, the role stuck and he became some sort of mentor to us. Hitocchi uses it to beat Tsukkun and Yukkun into submission when they are being difficult. While it's true Ectoplasm-sensei spars with us—our main follow-up training is with someone else.”

Outwardly, Todoroki nodded. Inwardly, Todoroki's mind was reeling – a lot of information was unceremoniously dumped on him at once. Why do they need to train with a Pro? was a question Todoroki managed to reign in before he could ask it.

“Have you ever sparred with him in your classes though?” Midoriya asked, black fingers making fists and mimicking a boxing guard.

“No.” Todoroki said, blinking the blinding cuteness away. “Our teachers have been focusing mostly on theory. We did have battle trials and training for rescue skills but not fights against teachers.”

“Igarashi-sensei is a bit spartan when he gets serious but that’s what’s awesome about him.” Midoriya hummed, “I'm guessing you will have to fight him and the rest of the Pros at some point.”

Todoroki made a noncommittal noise.

“I bet that's going to be a fun thing to do. Fighting all those Pro-Heroes. Coming up with strategies against their Quirks and their years of experience in different fighting styles...” Midoriya rested his cheek against the table, squinting at Todoroki with a pout, “I'm beginning to feel envious of your curriculum.”

Todoroki felt his mouth twitch. But his impending smile was snuffed out by a very loud and very familiar voice.

“What the hell,” Bakugou loomed behind Todoroki, glaring daggers at Midoriya, “do you honestly think you have what it takes to be in the Hero Course? Are you mocking me, you background character?”

Midoriya blinked twice, clearly confused at the unexpected aggressiveness directed at him.

Bakugou continued talking, “You fools have been yapping your mouths for a while now. You've been spewing rainbows and sunshine and that shit's making me sick to my stomach. The hell if I know how nobodies like you reached the quarterfinals and frankly I don't care. But your ride to glory ends here, low level mobs. You're never passing me. That dopey smile of yours is gonna vanish, broccoli knockoff. Get it into your thick skull, extras should act like extras.”

Todoroki knew Bakugou had his issues but even he could tell Bakugou was taking things too far – and out of nowhere too. He glanced at Midoriya, whose confusion had morphed into irritation. The rest of the occupants at Todoroki's table had varied looks in their faces with different degrees of annoyance displayed in them. None of them made a move to intervene though. They just watched Bakugou run his mouth in eerie silence. On the other hand, behind Bakugou Kirishima's pleads for him to calm down went unheeded. 

“What quirk do you have? It's clearly a shit one. Carrying that toy around like a loser.” Whatever Bakugou was expecting as a reaction from Midoriya didn't seem to abate his anger.

“Are you done?” Midoriya asked, his eyes shone like green lightning. He stood from his chair, “I really don't need to hear another arrogant speech like the one you delivered at the start of the games. Besides, lunch is almost over.”

Bakugou sneered, “Scared?”

“Bored.” Midoriya said promptly, “What you've done so far is bark like an overgrown pomeranian. And frankly, I don't speak stupid.”

“Are you actually looking down on me, you piece of shit?” Bakugou's tone alone would have silenced crying children – conversely, it could have made them cry harder. Either choice seemed plausible at that point.

Midoriya replied flippantly, “Oh damn, what gave it away?”

Present Mic's voice flitting through the speakers to announce the resume of the festival was a godsend.

At some point, Shinsou, Kodai and Awase had stood up and now flanked Midoriya. Casually, Shinsou had thrown an arm over Midoriya's shoulder, while Awase was clearly holding Kodai in place by gripping the back of her gym uniform. As a mirror image, Kirishima, Sero, Kaminari and Ashido seemed ready to hold Bakugou back if necessary.

It was a standoff between them.

Todoroki guessed the only reason they moved was because Shinsou whispered something to Midoriya, convincing him to relent a few steps in the direction of the exit. There was a collective sigh of relief but of course it couldn't last. Not at U.A. Not when Bakugou was involved.

“Running away, coward? ”

The four gen students stopped as one.

Todoroki saw Shinsou's shoulders drop stiffly. Awase seemed to cover his face with his hand in commiseration while Kodai and Midoriya turned around to face Bakugou and his friends. Midoriya grinned beatifically, he looked totally unconcerned, relaxed even – bubbliness back in place. Kodai just looked like she wanted Bakugou to spontaneously combust on the spot.

Midoriya raised his right hand extending it in front of him, his palm open, “I was going to let this go but you changed my mind.” Midoriya’s voice was calm and collected, the black color on the tip of his fingertips expanded downwards towards his forearms. Black shapes in the form of lozenges appeared along his white skin up to his elbows. 

“I promise I’m going to slap the snot out of you on national television.” The white sclera of his eyes turned completely pitch black as he smiled sweetly.

If his declaration – and changing appearance – wasn’t enough to stupefy everyone present by that point; in his brief pause, he stared Bakugou down, who was a tic away from exploding, “All offense intended, you fucking bitch. ”

[WELCOME BACK PEOPLE! WE’LL SOON RESUME WITH THE MAIN EVENT! BUT! THIS IS STILL A SPORTS FESTIVAL! SO WE'VE PREPARED RECREATIONAL ACTIVITIES! FOR NOW LET’S SET ASIDE THE TOURNAMENT AND GET ON WITH THE THRILL-A-MINUTE FESTIVITIES!]

Todoroki watched the non-participants of the tournament play different games on the arena below. It was a breath of fresh air after the incident. It was Kirishima’s amazing resilience that diffused the situation with aplomb – after all, it was a feat by itself managing to keep Bakugou’s explosions at bay during normal days – it was a gold achievement from Kirishima when stopped Bakugou's fury from unleashing at the cafeteria.

Todoroki expected Bakugou to cause a scene at any time. It had been the norm thus far in the year. So, it came as a bit of a surprise when Midoriya reacted the way he did since he didn’t look like the type of person who would speak with such explicit vocabulary. Then again, appearances could be deceiving. But he had to admit, Bakugou had a point – even if it was lost in all the insults. Midoriya hadn’t displayed any prominent abilities with his quirk so far besides his transformation – which he didn't even use at his previous fight – and it didn't reveal anything as to what he could be capable of.

A tall shadow appeared in his periphery and Todoroki turned just in time to see Shinsou sit down a seat away from him.

A pointed silence lasted exactly two minutes. 

“We are fighting next round.” Todoroki broke the awkward atmosphere.

“Yep.” Shinsou popped the 'p'.

Todoroki didn’t relent. “Shouldn’t you be somewhere else?”

“I already left Izuku at the prep room... So, nope.” He popped the 'p' again.

“I’m not here to make friends.” Todoroki stated clearly, he stared straight ahead, scowl already forming on his face. Todoroki expected the usual reaction to his words. Confusion. Indignation. Aversion. Rejection. 

He should have known better.

“Is that so?” was Shinsou’s glib answer, “I don’t really care either way, honestly.”

“Then sit some other place.” Todoroki insisted. 

“Why don’t you sit somewhere else?” Shinsou retorted.

“I was here first.”

“How does that change anything for me, pray tell? You don’t own the seats. Go somewhere else if you want. I’m not moving.”

Todoroki was exasperated but he didn’t move as suggested. He wasn’t going to give in. He felt that if he did, he would lose.

Soon after, Awase and Kodai appeared, walking on the row in front of Todoroki and Shinsou.

“Are we sitting here?” Awase asked.

“We are.” Shinsou said. His tone might have sounded bland but Todoroki was sure Shinsou had a distinct gleeful tone underneath of it all. The bastard.

“This is a nice spot. Good find, Shi.” Awase said looking around, choosing to sit directly in front of Todoroki, Kodai sat beside him.

“It wasn't me, Todoroki was the one who did it. Apparently, since his reputation precedes him, there aren’t any people around. Did you also tell your classmates that you didn’t come to U.A. to make friends?”

Shinsou sure had the ability to get under people’s skin. Was he trying to rile him up before their fight? Probably. But Todoroki wasn’t going to let him shake him.

“I did.”

Awase looked at Kodai who looked back at him, they seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes alone for a second.

“You must have your reasons.” Awase said with a shrug.

“You’re going to live a lonely life if you keep that up.” Yui told him, tilting her head quizzically. Awase pinched her arm and she swatted his hand.

Shinsou clapped his hands once, “Let’s focus on what we came here to do. Todoroki’s antisocial tendencies aren’t fascinating enough to dwell on them at the moment. Maybe some other time, but for now. Yui.” Shinsou said extending his hand expectantly. She rummaged in her bag for something, after a moment she found a tiny camera. On the next moment, it grew to a regular size camera and she gave it to Shinsou who set it in front of him on a tripod.

“It’s to review our performances later.” Kodai explained to Todoroki.

“Our last recordings weren’t good. The location had a bit too many enthusiastic students who didn’t understand what it meant to remain seated.” Awase said apologetically, “So this is actually an amazing spot for us.”

“The fight is about to start and end in the same way though. I doubt there's going to be anything out of the ordinary.” Shinsou slouched back on his seat after finishing the setup.

“Why do you say that?” The question was out of his mouth before Todoroki could take it back.

The three gen students looked at him and then back at the arena below as it was cleared for the fight.

“Kirishima is similar to Tetsutetsu.” Awase began to explain, “In fighting prowess, Kirishima could have a slight edge if they fought against each other. But from what we’ve seen from the previous fights. There’s little difference in their fighting styles and strength at the moment.”

Kodai added to the commentary, “We are aware he has plenty of potential for his future as he matures with his quirk. However—”

“—it boils down to the fact that both of their quirks are a bad match up to Izu’s.” Awase finished for Yui.

“Let me tell you something,” Shinsou said as he adjusted the camera lens to zooming in on the arena, “in these types of fights, Izuku can’t lose. A battle of attrition against him is pointless.”

Todoroki lifted a brow, it was a big claim to make and he couldn’t help but feel curious to know the reason why. “What do you mean by that?”

“You're about to see it in action.” Shinsou eyed the arena below silently, he spoke after a moment, his next words were carefully chosen, “There’s a reason why we decided to call his quirk 'Absolute'.”

Kirishima recalled Tetsutetsu and Midoriya's fight. The soft looking boy in front of him was incredibly manly. The way he fought wasn't something an average person would know to do. That without mentioning his battle senses, which reminded Kirishima of a certain explosive blond; no matter how affronted Bakugou got at the comparison. Kirishima felt a little remorseful though. He had inadvertently played instigator for Bakugou's previous outburst at the cafeteria. Maybe he shouldn't have praised the gen student so much or compared Midoriya to Bakugou so offhandedly. He should have known Bakugou would take it as a personal slight.

He didn't mean any harm by talking about Midoriya and comparing them both, but he truly thought they had similar battle styles. He felt a bit amused nonetheless because apparently, they had a similar short fuse too. After all, Midoriya very publicly, very vocally and very explicitly declared war on his explosive friend. There weren't many brave souls outside of class 1-A who could hold their ground against Bakugou. Midoriya earned an honorary badge for his bravery.

Kirishima shook his head. His fight was about to start. He needed to get his head in the game. He thought about the way Tetsutetsu lead his fight and his strategy and shaped his plan around it on what not to do. Instead of wearing down his opponent like Tetsutetsu tried to do, Kirishima planned to go all out and either incapacitate him or get him out of bounds as soon as possible – it seemed unlikely that Midoriya would yield the match anytime soon.

There was little fanfare before they began their fight. Midoriya greeted him normally as he did with Tetsutetsu and placed his toy in the same spot as his previous fight. The only difference was his appearance, the black rhombuses scattered on his arms looked like inked tattoos – his eyes reminded him of Ashido's a little. His eyes were the start and the end of the similarities though. Ashido never attacked him during training with the kind of intensity Midoriya did. Behind each punch there was intent – a purpose to every movement. A few moments in and Kirishima already knew why Tetsutetsu's fight ended so fast.

With an erratic heartbeat, Kirishima tried to use his reach advantage by stepping in with a knee before every attack. Crowding the smaller boy with a barrage of punches and close jabs to the abdomen. Bit by bit he was trying to regain control of not only his heart, but also the match. It wasn't easy. Not all his attacks landed were he wanted, some were deflected or he was outright pushed back to get him out of the range he tried to maintain. Kirishima did land a satisfying punch to Midoriya’s face once, but the only thing that happened was Midoriya taking the hit and lessening the impact by following the trajectory of the punch.

After that, Midoriya traded equal blows with him. Kirishima had reach advantage. He knew it. Midoriya also knew it. They had fallen into a nice rhythm but before Kirishima could react, Midoriya suddenly jumped on one leg, landing a superman punch angled on his jaw with enough force Kirishima swore he heard something crack. Kirishima went down, and by his own estimation, he lost consciousness for a few seconds. Seconds long enough to provide Midoriya with the opportunity to jump in on him to try to finish him since Kirishima’s hardening hadn’t stopped.

Driven by panic and instinct to stop his advances, Kirishima swiped his hand at Midoriya. His fingertips were sharp enough to cut metal, to slice concrete like butter so the front of Midoriya’s gym uniform didn’t stand a chance. Midoriya backed away. Kirishima’s frenetic swipes bought him some time to breathe. Midoriya’s guard was still up, but he gave Kirishima more space – a considerate thing to do. Half of Midoriya's ruined shirt was flapping uselessly in front of him. It seemed to bother him enough to grip the rest of it and rip it off roughly. He was shirtless in a second, the fruit of his training for anyone to see.

Kirishima stood from the ground slowly. Midnight asked him if he wished to continue. He nodded. The match wasn’t over. He wasn't going to back down yet. He could still fight.

Maybe it was because he was still wary of Midoriya’s clear fighting expertise, or the incredible powerful punch that almost knocked him unconscious – Kirishima started keeping him at bay with several front kicks. He forced Midoriya to retreat, bit by bit he was pushing him towards the end of the arena and out of bounds. His plan was working – he couldn't pay attention to the voice warning him that something wasn't right.

He just needed Midoriya to move an inch more, his right foot connected against Midoriya’s face and the thrill of the future victory disappeared almost instantly.

He felt it, he was vulnerable, his hands were down at his sides – he needed to balance himself when he threw the kicks – he was open for a hit. And he got hit hard. Midoriya saw it and took it lightning quick – like the snap of an alligator's jaws over the neck of an unsuspecting prey. Almost instantly, Midoriya countered, Kirishima felt the impact on his jaw for a second time. He went down and Midoriya with him – kneeling at his side Kirishima felt punch after punch until Midnight was pulling Midoriya away.

He was out of it pretty hard, black and hazy white spots flashed in and out all over his vision, Midnight was checking for a concussion but Kirishima’s eyes roamed over Midoriya’s skin and the black swirling shadows that danced in circles as if they were alive in the middle of his chest.

“—and that's how you know the RNG gods are on your side. The DPS was insane. I mean, it hasn’t got the most highlighted stats by any means but when it comes to guns the ADS reaction time is life and death for me when on PVP.” Kodai finished speaking. Todoroki's blank face seemed acutely perplexed.

Shinsou snorted, “Stop terrorizing Todoroki, Yui.”

“Wow, rude!” Kodai became indignant at the accusation, “I’m just sharing my hobbies!”

“My point stands.” Shinsou huffed, “Use that focus for what's going to happen in the arena instead.”

Midoriya appeared soon after, sporting a white shirt with a logo that said 'Riolu'. He sat down beside Todoroki, greeting him happily – Todoroki nodded back a bit hesitant – to Awase, who saw the exchange, it looked like the scene of an overly affectionate puppy greeting a nonplussed fawn.

“Precious…” He muttered to himself quietly. “Right in the feels…”

Below in the arena, Iida Tenya and Bakugou Katsuki stood before each other. Present Mic announced the start of the fight. A hush fell around their little group immediately. The fight progressed normally. Iida was fast and clearly had a plan aimed to avoid Bakugou’s explosions but as expected, Bakugou’s innate battle senses were foiling the scheme.

“The arena is too constrictive for Iida’s quirk.” Kodai commented as Iida tried to not get hit by Bakugou’s explosions.

“His technique needs polishing. Suddenly stopping in the middle of a fight without a countermeasure in mind against his opponent in close quarters is foolish.” Shinsou stated bluntly.

“Come on, no need to be so harsh. All participants are somewhat restrained in this tournament. He surely has something for that situation once he’s fully geared in training. Right, Todoroki?” Awase admonished Shinsou lightly before turning to Todoroki expectantly.

Todoroki shook his head, “I don’t think so?”

“You mean he leaves his back open to attack if he misses his target?” Kodai asked with a brow raised.

“Iida is really fast…” Todoroki said, “He’d never get caught in an open space.”

“A place which he’s not currently in.” Shinsou said smartly. 

As if on cue, Bakugou used his explosions to maneuver around Iida, using his other hand to send a blast to Iida’s unprotected back. Iida fell down and before he knew it, Bakugou was on top of him threatening to blow him up to smithereens. Iida surrendered, making Bakugou the winner. 

Suddenly, Bakugou turned and pointed at the spot where their group was located – making the universal sign of 'I’m gonna slit your throat.' Bakugou grinned, making explosions with his other hand. 

Todoroki realized then, when he felt all eyes turn towards them, that he was sitting among the rest of the participants of the tournament, it was a public declaration from Bakugou, which stated he was going to defeat them all. Midoriya’s soft laugh made him turn in time to see him smiling angelically and then pragmatically flipping Bakugou off. Yui was doing the same while Awase was trying to control them both. Shinsou just rolled his eyes skyward.

“Good luck on your fight!” Izuku cheered happily, blinding them with a smile. Yousetsu and Yui expressed the same sentiments.

“I don’t need luck.” Hitoshi said raising a brow at Izuku, arms crossed over his chest.

Izuku mimicked him, though his expression was far more adorable, “You do. Todoroki-kun is going to wipe the floor with you.”

At that statement, Yui laughed while Yousetsu looked away, trying to hide his chuckle.

“Watch what you say, remember who’s in charge of dinner tonight.” Hitoshi said 'menacingly'. 

Izuku twitched at that but lifted his chin defiantly the next second. Cute. “Threats won’t change the cold hard facts, Hitoshi-kun.”

“I hope you like steamed cauliflower, Izuku-kun.” Hitoshi stated plainly. 

Izuku turned to Todoroki with a grave expression, he took Todoroki’s hands into his, “Todoroki-kun, I know we just met today but I know you’re a good guy, so please, I ask of you, let holy retribution rain upon this heathen—”

“You just added zucchini to the recipe." Yui and Yousetsu guffawed at that not being able to hold it in any longer.

Izuku scrunched up his nose, gripping Todoroki’s hands, holding his gaze fiercely, “Make him pay, Todoroki-kun!”

“Enough with you.” Hitoshi said, pocking Izuku’s side. Izuku squirmed away with a laugh. Hitoshi didn’t relent after that, chasing after him and tickling him mercilessly until he fell on the ground gasping for breath – his habit of wanting to make Izuku laugh was running strong as usual. Yui joined the fray after that. Izuku managed to ask for Yousetsu’s help between gasps of breath. And like usual Yousetsu managed to contain Yui long enough for Izuku scramble away. He hid behind Todoroki.

Todoroki looked lost.

Hitoshi almost laughed out loud at his expression. Almost.

Present Mic had announced for the next participants to go to the prep rooms, but since Hitoshi and Todoroki had wasted that time by doing what essentially was goofing around with Izuku, Yui and Yousetsu, they went directly to the arena.

“Why are you following me?” Todoroki asked when it was clear Hitoshi was doing exactly that.

“Just in case you forgot,” Hitoshi was curious to see how Todoroki would react to his mind games – his friends would call it being a dick, but who cared about semantics, “I’m your opponent.”

“You go through another gate.” Todoroki’s previous passivity had evaporated. Was it because they were about to fight, or was because it was only the two of them talking? Hitoshi was interested in the answer.

“There’s no rule who says that I have to come out from either one.” Hitoshi pointed out dryly. He wasn’t lying either, but he knew that little fact held little value to the current conversation.

“Can’t you shut your damn mouth?” Todoroki glared at him while they walked, “Do you do it on purpose with everyone you meet? Or are you pestering me only because I'm a new target?” So, Todoroki had a limit to how much annoyance he could take. Good to know, Hitoshi thought to himself.

Hitoshi paused his steps and surprisingly Todoroki did as well, “Heh.”

“What?” Todoroki asked flatly, still glaring.

“Interesting. You hold grudges and then act on instinct when provoked,” Hitoshi said, a bit amused, “Clear-cut. It’s good to see you’re not trying to hide it anymore. Nice to meet you, Todoroki Shouto.”

Taken aback by the reply, Todoroki didn’t seem to know how to respond. Hitoshi didn’t blame him, he knew he was difficult to be around. Half of it was due to his personality and the rest was because he simply didn’t care to be nice. Well, that wasn’t completely true. He was nice to only a selected few and since his selected few seemed interested in Todoroki, he also needed to know if said interest was worth trying to be nice to. It was a fifty fifty chance so far.

Hitoshi wasn’t adding anything else to the conversation so Todoroki hurried to the arena. Hitoshi enjoyed that gruelling discomfort with great relish.

The crowd’s cheers were deafening. Hitoshi met their enthusiasm with disinterest. He listened with half an ear to Present Mic’s usual presentation. In the arena, Hitoshi stared at Todoroki who looked unusually tense all of a sudden. Hitoshi knew how to read people and he knew this type of reaction wasn’t because of what had happened before between them in the tunnel. He concluded that it was the crowd but not the crowd as a whole. It was someone in specific, important enough in Todoroki’s life to make him wear that kind of expression – apathy, coldness, and suppressed disgust.

It certainly was a new development. He was half joking when he told Todoroki that he hid his real self but maybe it went deeper than he thought and in a different way than it did to normal people. Either way, it was annoying to see him with that kind of face. Glancing to where their seats were located, Hitoshi found something useful to take advantage of.

“I see they also want a serving of spinach with garlic.” Hitoshi pointed to the stands with his chin. Thankfully, Todoroki followed his line of sight. His mask cracked almost instantaneously. Three handmade signs were held atop Yousetsu, Yui and Izuku’s heads.

{ GO TODOROKI! GO FOR THE WIN! } 

{ SHOW THAT CASUAL WHO’S BOSS! }

{ VEGGIES SUCK LIKE HITOCCHI! }

Once his friends realized Todoroki and Hitoshi were watching them, they shook their signs excitedly, yelling things that weren’t discernible to them.

“They sure are having fun.” Hitoshi huffed – secretly feeling amused. “We should do the same, I guess.” He suggested. “Izuku was right—don’t tell him I said that. But yeah, your quirk can basically incapacitate me in one swoop. So, I have a proposition for you to make this fight more interesting. I’ll surrender after five minutes of hand-to-hand combat if you haven't won by the end of it. Midnight-sensei can see to it. Though, I assure you I keep my promises. Do you agree?”

Todoroki looked distrustful. Which was fair enough. Brownie points for being cautious.

“Come on, nod if you agree.” Hitoshi said. Todoroki became suspiciously rigid. “Stop being paranoid, my quirk doesn’t work like that.”

“Sensei,” Hitoshi walked closer to her, “could you set a timer for five minutes?”

“What’s this about?”

“If I don’t beat Todoroki in five minutes he wins.” Hitoshi shrugged unconcerned, “Conversely, if he manages… let’s say, to make me kneel before the timer ends, he automatically wins. Quirks aren’t allowed, of course.”

Midnight stared at Todoroki for confirmation. He nodded. “I agree.”

Midnight stared at them for a moment, snapping her flogger in the air she exclaimed with a smile, “It’s interesting so I’ll allow it!”

Hitoshi was completely unconcerned with the crowd’s reaction or what Present Mic had to say about the new rules they set for the fight. What he was interested in was Todoroki watching Hitoshi’s three goofballs cheer loudly and shake their signs. Todoroki looked calmer, half-amused and half-confused – a state which seemed prevalent when he was around them. Hitoshi felt satisfied and mildly miffed at himself. There was no need to distract Todoroki from the demons that were plaguing him. It was none of his business. It was at that moment of introspection that Hitoshi realized something – he also felt interested in the guy. Just like his friends, he also found himself compelled to involve himself with Todoroki’s affairs. To know more about him. To see what made him tick.

“What a drag.” He muttered to himself, readying into a stance.

Midnight signaled the start. Hitoshi sprinted into action, closing the gap between them. Todoroki had a standard boxing guard. Hitoshi gripped and pulled Todoroki’s left arm down with his left, giving himself an opening to throw a straight right. Todoroki blocked with his right hand. It would have been the end of the move usually. Todoroki was expecting it but Hitoshi wasn’t finished quite yet. He stepped forward, pushing his right arm with the momentum to elbow Todoroki in the face. His hit connected with his temple but the blow wasn’t strong enough to knock him out completely so they sprung apart. Hitoshi was sure Izuku and Yui were going nuts in the stands calling for a foul – demanding for him to be removed. He grinned thinking about it.

Todoroki was cautious after that but soon enough he was throwing punches and kicks with fervor. Hitoshi saw it with each parried punch, with each dodged kick, Todoroki was growing frustrated. He wondered if Todoroki realized he was acting like Ashido. As he locked his leg behind Todoroki’s to push him out of balance, Hitoshi knew he hadn't realized the similarities. Todoroki got a little too close trying to deliver heavier blows next. Hitoshi exploited the mistake, ducking and grabbing one of his legs. At once he purposefully fell twisting mid-air, slamming Todoroki on the ground and onto his back. Hitoshi stood, clearly positioning himself for a side-mount. He didn’t stop, he used the rotation of his body to get straight into an armbar.

Hitoshi had Todoroki’s left arm secured in a lock between his legs, and his wrist was in a tight grip. He just needed to stretch it a bit – he wasn’t planning on breaking his arm though. He could technically do it, but he wasn’t going to. He wasn't that cutthroat.

But before he could speak and explain his intentions – Hitoshi even got his speech ready, something along the lines of: I got you, don’t I, ready to surrender?

Todoroki’s arm began to heat.

The flames appeared just for an instant but that moment was enough for Hitoshi’s years of training to kick in – to literally kick Todoroki away while he simultaneously moved aside.

“Shit.” Hitoshi cursed, patting the front of his singed gym uniform. “I thought we weren’t using quirks, Todoroki.”

He was about to comment and snark a bit more, but Todoroki’s horrified face shut him up before he could utter a sound. He was watching his left hand with some sort of quiet terror. Hitoshi had seen that kind of expression – that kind of reaction – before. He knew it intimately. He took a step towards Todoroki, he wasn’t sure what he was about to say to comfort him but the reflex to do exactly that was something ingrained in him. Izuku always cried when—. Todoroki pulling back while almost hiding his left hand halted Hitoshi’s steps again.

The shrill tone of Midnight’s timer stopping snapped them from their staring contest.

Hitoshi lifted his arm, bending it slightly towards his head, talking before Midnight could say anything, “I forfeit the match.”

While Midnight announced Todoroki as the winner – who looked like he wanted to argue since their fight ended in such a mess – Hitoshi called out to him, “Todoroki, let’s go back.”

Hitoshi saw his hesitance, Todoroki was clearly conflicted but at least he was looking at Hitoshi and not paying attention to the red flaring person on the stands. The number two hero was hard to miss. The scorn displayed on his face was obvious to anyone who could see.

“Izuku is going to think something is wrong if you keep on dillydallying.” Hitoshi turned around walking towards one of the gates, hoping for Todoroki to follow.

The noise of the crowd died down as they got deeper inside the stadium’s hallways. Hitoshi commented that he needed a new shirt so he needed to get his spare uniform first. Through their walk, Todoroki was a silent shadow. The silence was expected, but it was better than to force a talk neither of them was ready to start. If anything, Hitoshi welcomed the silence. It gave him the time to sort out his thoughts – to plan his actions. They reached the locker rooms. Hitoshi keyed in his password on the electronic lock. He rummaged inside his bag for his spare uniform. He took off his ruined shirt but before throwing it away and putting the new one on he turned to Todoroki with a sigh.

“I didn’t get burned.” Hitoshi said, displaying his slightly red skin. If Todoroki noticed the scars marring his torso, he didn’t seem inclined to inquire about them just yet.

They stood before each other, Todoroki eyes trailed all around, trying to find a lie in Hitoshi’s words. “You should go see Recovery Girl anyway.”

Hitoshi rolled his eyes, putting on his fresh shirt, “I’ll do it after the next fight. I bet Yousetsu and Yui are already preparing for it and I can guarantee we’re definitely going to visit Recovery Girl then.”

Hitoshi closed his locker, walking with purpose towards their place in the stands. “Let’s go, Izuku is waiting.”

Another stretch of silence rode on their shoulders until they reached the entrance leading to the seats below where Izuku was sitting.

“Todoroki, do you want to feel better?” Hitoshi asked, turning to Todoroki.

Todoroki looked confused, “What do you mean?”

His hand found his nape and squeezed, feeling a bit embarrassed Hitoshi answered, “My quirk. It can work like that. When Izuku was little—when we were little. I’ll usually use it to calm him down when he was upset. He tells me that it feels like eating ice-cream on a rainy day. Which is oddly specific, I know. Yui says it feels like swimming in a warm pool and that sounds more accurate but given that I only do it for those two and Yousetsu who says that he doesn’t really feel anything specific during the process I think you could count on Yui’s description better.” Todoroki stared at him. “I mean, you can refuse. It’s no big deal. I just offered because you look like you’re still on edge, and I guess my quirk is intrusive but I—I should stop. Sorry, for meddling. Forget about it.” Hitoshi was prepared to make a hasty retreat but Todoroki’s soft voice rooted him on the spot.

“Okay.”

Hitoshi took a deep breath. 

“Todoroki, do you want to feel better?”

“Yeah…”

“Be at ease. You’re safe. Breathe.”

A few moments passed, Hitoshi waited, it varied from person to person since the last command wasn’t specific. But soon enough, Todoroki’s pale face had gained a little bit of color.

“Thank you.”

Hitoshi gave him half a smile, “No problem.”

“Hitocchi! Todoroki-kun!” Midoriya greeted them happily, patting the seat next to him to let Todoroki known he wanted him to sit there. “You took too long! Tsukkun and Yukkun already left!”

Unable to refuse, Todoroki sat gingerly beside the tiny sun.

“Oh what shall we do.” Shinsou decided to seat behind Midoriya, his usual deadpaness came back full throttle. 

Todoroki remained quiet, content on watching them interact. While he felt serene, thanks to Shinsou, he was fraying at the edges slowly. Not only because he used his fire and almost hurt someone else with it but because he could see his father in the stands. He wasn’t so far away from them. The phantom heat of his flames was incredibly real as it licked Todoroki’s skin. His gaze had strayed to where his father sat. His thoughts were muddling slowly. Piling up. Things he didn’t want to remember were coming back to the surface like smoke in a fire. Touya – who always smiled until he couldn’t. His mom – who always spoke softly until she couldn’t. The feeling of boiling water – agony. And the burning anger – that grew and grew until it became cold hatred. And then, He said his purpose –

Midoriya’s warm hands brought him back to the present. Todoroki’s gray and turquoise eyes turned to Midoriya’s green. The emerald color stood against the black – it should have felt unsettling. But it didn’t. What he felt was something akin to what he felt when Shinsou used his quirk on him. A cool breeze tickling his face.

“Look at this.” Midoriya said, dragging his eyes away from Todoroki down to their clasped hands. Half of the length of his hands were dyed in black and on his forearms the geometrical shapes were moving from side to side, spinning lazily on his pale skin as if projected on a screen. “What does it look to you if I do this?”

The rhombus shape distorted until it changed to a sphere, it slowly moved up and down, “...a lava lamp?”

Midoriya grinned brightly, “Yup!”

“Now you have a party trick under your sleeve.” Shinsou commented, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

Midoriya stuck his tongue out at Shinsou, “Laugh all you want. With a little bit of practice I’ll be able to make stick figures!”

“And then you'll become a shadow puppeteer master.” Shinsou teased, “You have a bright future ahead of you.”

Todoroki wasn’t sure what was funny about it, if thinking on stick figures dancing on Midoriya's skin or the likely possibility of Shinsou making the voices for said figures. His laugh was barely there, drowned by the crowd cheers as the contenders stepped in the arena. His laugh was lost amongst Present Mic’s words. He knew his laugh was unimportant, maybe even out of place, he didn’t quite know why Midoriya and Shinsou seemed pleased to have heard it. 

[THE SECOND ROUND’S JUST ABOUT TO BE OVER! NEXT UP IS TWO FELLOW CLASSMATES FROM THE GENERAL EDUCATION DEPARTMENT! AWASE YOUSETSU AND KODAI YUI! AND WHAT’S THIS? THEY ARE WEARING SUPPORT ITEMS?! WHAT’S GOING ON? I THOUGHT THEY WEREN’T GOING TO USE THEM?!]

There were lots of murmurs in the crowd after that statement.

[FOR THOSE CURIOUS, THE HERO COURSE IS FORBIDDEN FROM USING SUPPORT ITEMS AND IF THEY NEED IT THEY HAVE TO PUT IN A SPECIAL REQUEST BEFOREHAND! HOWEVER, THAT DOESN’T APPLY TO THE REST OF THE DEPARTMENTS! IT SEEMS AWASE AND KODAI DECIDED TO USE THEM IN THIS ROUND SO LET’S LOOK FORWARD TO WHAT THESE KIDS HAVE IN STORE TO SHOW YOU!]

Yousetsu stared at his opponent. Like, Izuku, Yui didn’t look imposing in the least. A thing that worked in their favor most of the time. When they fought, usually people held back. Yousetsu knew better though. Opponents twice Yui’s size had learned not to underestimate her the hard way. As Present Mic had announced, they both were using support items. They had decided that they wouldn’t use their full defensive sets beforehand. They were going to fight properly regardless of that decision though. Even if he was itching to gear up with everything they brought after seeing Hitoshi’s signal during his fight. It had unknowingly brought memories of the past. It made Yousetsu think about Guarda and recall the phantom feeling of always being watched. But the three had agreed that the warning probably had to do with Todoroki and nothing else.

Yui had decided to protect most of her face, torso and arms while Yousetsu himself wisely chose to protect his nether regions. He forewent the boots himself and decided just like Yui to guard his arms and face.

“First blood?” Yousetsu asked, flipping one of his tonfas idly. He wasn’t as proficient as he'd liked with them but he decided that a short to mid range weapon would serve him better taking into account who was his opponent. He also had two metal strips binders secured at the sides of his hips. Yui mirrored him perfectly. She had two pouches full of objects to use hanging from each side of her hips.

She nodded. Midnight started the fight but neither of them moved. It had been a long time since they fought with a big audience present. Their usual expectators weren’t more than a handful of people at a time so he couldn’t exactly say he was happy they were doing it in front of thousands again. Even if the circumstances were completely different. Nevertheless, he understood the thrill of performing and showing what they could be capable of. While he waited, Yui reached for one her pouches. She threw a small spherical ball towards him with all her strength. Midway the ball began to rapidly grow in size. Its momentum also grew and the strength behind it as well. Yousetsu dove to the side out of the path of the projectile. He charged at her while the sphere embedded itself inside one of the walls of the arena behind him. Yousetsu dodged the next projectiles she threw at him.

Realizing her current strategy wasn't working, at the moment when Yui threw the next object, it didn’t change in size until Yousetsu was close to it. She released her quirk. She was successful in throwing him off balance then, long enough for her next attack. Her next throw connected. Yousetsu was dwarfed and pushed back in a second by a giant metal square. However, her throw wasn’t perfect. Yousetsu didn’t panic. She had been backing away as he closed the distance between them. The metal square had skidded on the ground to a stop, the friction halving the power and the speed of the impact. Yousetsu climbed the square with his quirk activated, she didn’t look surprised as he stood on top of the metal square.

People always told him he had a scary – downright frightening, some said – grin, but none of his friends – Izuku, Hitoshi, and Yui – thought it was scary so he didn't bother hiding his expressions. He was having fun. And by the looks of it, Yui was having fun too.

She smiled back at him, reaching inside her right pouch. “Hey, Yo-kun?”

“Yeah?” He asked, reading his tonfas to attack.

Yui used her quirk, a double headed bo staff spun in circles around her as she handled it in her hands, “I’m going to make you bleed.”

If possible, he felt his grin grow bigger, “Let's see if you can.” He laughed, elated. 

Yousetsu parried Yui’s staff attack before she could thrust the end of her staff into his throat. He took the opportunity to strike with the long end of his tonfa at Yui’s face. As he expected it, she blocked the strike with her forearm. He was pushed back by a swiping motion with her staff. Yousetsu moved back, circling her. Yui mimicked him. Her eyes were on him. Unlike their previous fights, they moved carefully around each other. The reason was simple, they knew they had the same approach to fighting one-on-one and the same philosophy. A known ally was far more dangerous than an unknown enemy. They both knew what the other was capable of. They chose to tread cautiously. For the time being, at least.

Yousetsu had to admit, the parts of the armor set Yui selected were making things slightly more difficult than he had anticipated. It could be considered that Yui had a considerable advantage over him. Yui had traded her mobility for protection while Yousetsu did the opposite. For the next couple of minutes, they exchanged blows. More than once, Yousetsu was able to connect a strike on Yui but their armor was enough protection to null the full impact of the hit. The same scenario repeated itself over and over. Still, the armor had a limit, even if it could ward off impacts it wasn’t as if it could provide stamina to keep the battle going indefinitely.

He was able to strike Yui's head in a downward motion with his tonfa. The sound of metal against metal echoed around them and made more than a few expectadors shudder in sympathy. She didn’t falter at the attack though, she grabbed his tonfa with her hand. Yousetsu cursed inwardly as Yui activated her quirk. His tonfa became tiny in an instant. As Yousetsu lost his tonfa, Yui kicked his chest with enough force to make him stumble back. His mistake was clear once Yui jumped after him, bringing down her staff on his head. The staff connected into the crook of his neck as he avoided a direct blow to his head. The burning pain spread quickly all over his muscles but he couldn’t let himself feel overwhelmed by it. They weren’t finished.

With only one tonfa there was little he could do with it to actually make a dent in Yui’s defense, or defend against her offensive strategy. The remaining option he had at hand was to attack and hope he could pin her down somehow with one of his binders. He grinned through it all though. Their fight was exhilarating. He hadn’t had this kind of fight before – it was different. There was something different. A good different. He was glad they applied to U.A. instead of Shiketsu. His reminiscence was cut short though. Yui’s staff came down again onto his face. He dodged and took the hit on his shoulder instead and quickly made a grab for it.

Yui was closer than he expected. He lost his remaining tonfa thanks to his oversight. However, he was able to take a hold of the staff long enough to weld it to his chest armor. Yui retreated, knowing that staying in close quarters with him was foolish. Yousetsu spun his new bo staff around him. Yui, undeterred, smiled back defiantly, flipping her new tonfas in a ready stance. She charged and Yousetsu prepared to counter. Strike after strike, he parried her attacks. She flipped to the long end of her tonfas more than once and she got hits in. She was targeting his hands.

He knew part of it was a strategy to numb his senses and make it harder for him to use his quirk. But he also knew Yui, he knew how she got when she thought she had the upper hand. Nonetheless, Yousetsu was also able to hit back despite her relentless attacks. 

Maybe it was the lull of the rhythm they were making as they fought, but those few seconds of familiarity were enough for Yui to secure the advantage. By gripping the tonfa by the end and using the handle as a hook she pulled his staff down, leaving Yousetsu unprotected. She secured the perfect moment for a left high kick to his face – unlike him, she wore her boots – the spikes on the tip of her boots cracked his mouthguard. He was disoriented long enough for Yui to shrink his staff with her quirk. He pushed back through the haze, he reached for his strip of metal but in his desperation he forgot something – even though he was aware of it in the back of his mind.

Yui never showed mercy.

Open, without a guard and with his armor about to break, the last thing he saw before blacking out was Yui’s look of triumph as she brought down the tonfa against his face.

“—know better, young lady. It’s a sports festival! Not a fight to the death!”

Yousetsu came to awareness to voices speaking behind the curtains surrounding him.

“With all due respect, ma’am.” Yui voice was calm and devoid of any sort of deference, “I know what kind of damage Yo-kun can take.”

There was a long sigh that belonged to Hitoshi. “Apologies, Recovery Girl. What she means is that we are used to this kind of fights and injuries. We would never inflict permanent damage to each other.”

“That is no excuse to inflict them!”

Yousetsu winced, that was something Yui wouldn’t like to hear at all. He jumped on the opportunity to make himself known, he groaned loudly and dramatically, successfully capturing the attention of the occupants on the other side.

Yui was the first one to reach his side. She was masking her irritation at Recovery Girl well but Yousetsu knew her from all his life. He reached for her hand.

“You conked me good, Spätzchen.” He said lightly, brushing his thumb over her knuckles soothingly.

She smiled devilishly, slowly, easing a bit at his reassurance, “You bit your tongue.”

He snorted. “You did say you were going to make me bleed.”

Recovery Girl made a sound of disapproval which Yui blatantly ignored.

Yousetsu turned to Hitoshi, “Where’s Izu? With Todoroki?”

Hitoshi nodded. “He was filming the cleaning process of the arena. You bled quite a bit. He should be preparing for his next fight right about now though.”

“He’s going to tease me for a month.” Yousetsu groaned, and then turned to Recovery Girl. “Am I good to go? I want to cheer for my friend. I promise if I feel bad I’ll come back to get checked right away.”

Recovery Girl huffed in displeasure, grumbling to herself, “You’re not even in the Hero Course…”

After a second once-over Yousetsu was declared healthy enough to leave the infirmary. Though he left with strict instructions to follow should his health deteriorate in the next couple of hours. The three made their way to the prep rooms.

“Can you believe it? She just told me to disgrace our fight.” Yui said suddenly, clearly still displeased by Recovery Girl’s comments.

“Let it go.” Hitoshi said, hands in his pockets, striding with purpose. “It’s her job to frown on violence.”

“See, that doesn’t give her the right to belittle our efforts. To imply that our fight was violence for violence’s sake. We don’t do that. We don’t.” Yui replied with a frown. “Our fight—that fight was honorable. We didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t do a single bad thing. We—She can’t—” Yousetsu threw an arm around her, rubbing her arm up and down while pressing her against his side.

“Yui, do you want to feel better?” Hitoshi asked calmly.

Yui shook her head, taking a deep breath, “Thanks, but I’ll be okay.”

They resumed their walk. At some point, without preamble, Hitoshi said to them, “Todoroki needed to feel better a while ago.”

Yousetsu and Yui exchanged a look.

“Did you help him?” Yousetsu asked.

“Yeah.”

“That’s good.” Yui pulled away from Yousetsu's hold. “Did he feel better?”

“For a while, but someone undid it.” Hitoshi answered. “...Endeavor was on the stands.”

The three remained silent for a moment, absorbing that bit of information, hypothesis slowly forming in their thoughts. 

Yousetsu asked, “Was he reason for your signal?” 

“I don’t know for sure.” Hitoshi shook his head. He made a moue when he spoke the following sentence. “What I know is that I’m joining you three in your current... quest.”

Yui gasped, turning to Yousetsu dramatically, “Could this be?!”

Hitoshi rolled his eyes, groaning loudly as he pushed the door to the prep room open.

Yousetsu followed suit, “Shi’s cold dead heart is beating?!”

Izuku who was patiently waiting, turned to them with a questioning tilt of his head, “What’s going on?”

Yui rushed to him, hugging him tightly, sitting on his lap and whispering loudly, “Hi-kun is seeking a friendship on his own!”

Izuku laughed at her antics, “It’s this about Todoroki-kun?”

“Yes.” Hitoshi sat on a spare chair. “But right now isn’t the time to address that particular topic. Are you ready for your fight?”

“Yup.” Izuku said, reaching for his stuffed rabbit, watching it with a critical eye, “And I think I’m going to go all out so I’ll be needing your help, Hitocchi.”

Hitoshi made a grimace, “All right, just don't overdo it.” They all knew it was an empty order in the end, but it didn't hurt to say it.

“Hello, Todoroki.” Awase greeted, sitting down where he sat not too long ago.

Todoroki nodded back. He fully expected the remaining gen students to come over soon.

“Sorry to invade your space again, but this is really the perfect place to see the chaos unfold.” Awase pulled his camera from a small bag, “And what do you know, it’s also going to help record public shaming in HD!” 

Todoroki hesitated for a moment before asking, “Is Midoriya really going to do what he said at lunch?” Todoroki was still having trouble picturing the nice and friendly boy become the Angel of Vindication – even if the angel part suited him to a T. 

Awase let out a laugh, “Oh yeah, he’s going to do it. And I bet that he’ll use Shi’s own brand of 'psychological warfare' and get Bakugou riled up. Not that I think that's a hard thing to do to that guy.”

Todoroki didn't contribute further into the conversation, rather he decided to think quietly. Bakugou was loud and brash and he could get angry easily but he wasn’t sure if Midoriya was going to get the type of reaction he wanted. Todoroki didn't know why that thought troubled him.

“Bakugou vexed Izu.” Awase said next, “Izu might appear outgoing but he’s actually really shy.”

Todoroki blinked in incredulity.

Awase caught the reaction, “I’m telling the truth. He’s lively around you because you’re easy to talk to.”

Todoroki didn't agree with that interpretation. Not even his family could claim he was able to hold a normal conversation that didn't involve Endeavor in some way or another. “You guys are strange.” He said with honesty – almost earnestly. All four of them were so different from what Todoroki was used to deal with on a regular basis. There was no other way to describe it than to say they were weird.

Awase burst out laughing. And then grinned his kind scary grin. “I guess we are.” 

“You know,” Awase leaned back in his seat, “where we grew up—well, let’s say, people were pretty strict. We were raised with a bunch of other kids so things got rowdy pretty often and that kind of behavior was a big no according to the people taking care of us.” He seemed to focus on something that wasn’t there for a moment. “Izu doesn’t know how to handle someone like Bakugou yet. Though, it seems Bakugou doesn’t know how to interact with people all that much either. I’m not so sure what I would’ve done in Izu’s place to be honest.” Awase shrugged.

“I’d do exactly what Izuku is planning to do. That guy deserves a slap a half.” Shinsou’s voice suddenly appeared. Kodai sat beside Shinsou, on the row behind Awase and Todoroki. “Why hasn’t anyone put him in his place?”

“You can’t expect teachers to correct his behavior so early in the year, Hi-kun.” Kodai said, turning slightly towards Todoroki to include him in their discussion. “Not that the teachers should be the sole people burdened with that responsibility in the first place.”

“You have a point there. What were his parents thinking when they brought him up though?” Awase mused aloud, “Maybe they are exactly like Bakugou?”

“And they don’t care.” Kodai followed the train of thought.

Shinsou snorted, “How riveting.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not curious, Hi-kun.” Kodai accused, pointing at him. “Todoroki, tell him he’s a dirty liar. Also, you haven’t told us what you think about Bakugou’s parents. What about Bakugou’s Delusions of Grandeur? He’s like that in class too?”

“Hold your horses people, we have to ask ourselves something first.” Awase asked eyeing Todoroki thoughtfully. “Does Todoroki seem the type to make or believe in conspiracy theories? We are kind of making one after all.” Another two pairs of eyes landed on him and then a new discussion unfolded chaotically before him.

Todoroki realized with a start at that moment that he had been added to a very meticulous group dynamic without his knowledge. It started at the cafeteria, he had sat at the head of the table so Midoriya’s friends had split on each side to surround him. Before Kirishima and Midoriya’s fight, he was also in some sort of group circle while they talked. He was always included in some way or another in the conversation, no matter how subtle it was. That was without mentioning the instances where Shinsou and Midoriya made him feel… secure. For a couple of hours on this day, for the very first time in his life he had been treated like a close friend; and now that he knew, he didn’t know what to do.

Bakugou stomped his way to the arena, blood boiling. Flashes of the previous fight were still fresh in his mind; one of the gen students being transported out of the arena, blood painting the ground vivid crimson, the girl collecting the items she had thrown around; chunks of one the stadium walls falling loudly on the ground, Bakugou’s classmates talking about how hardcore the gen students were – the aversion he felt when he saw her and her friend in that black armor.

A reasonable person would have linked that sensation to a healthy wariness towards a possible adversary – Bakugou thought he was feeling sick thanks to the shit show the Sports Festival had become thanks to those prospective wannabe hero students. He knew students from the general department could move up to the Hero Course. It was easy to infer from there to what they were after. They might have toys and shady plans to help them pass the previous fights but they didn’t have what was needed to be in the Hero Course. They didn’t have real power. Bakugou was going to make sure everybody realized it too.

Present Mic was spouting his usual bullshit so Bakugou decided to pay attention to what really mattered. As before, the broccoli knockoff was holding that damned toy. Interestingly, he placed the toy directly behind him. Without words and with that annoying smile of his, the damn green fluff issued a challenge. You’ll have to go through me first. 

Bakugou nearly snarled. “You’ll be crawling back to your mom when I’m done with you.”

The fool blinked, looking – nearly – surprised. “Well, that’s a first.”

Midnight lifted her arm, announcing the start of the fight.

Bakugou dodged an impressive quick jab, he countered with a small explosion to get a feel of Midoriya's range.

“I’m an orphan, you insensitive jerk.” The green fluff said a little somberly, taking the explosion head-on without so much as a flinch. “I'm not gonna crawl into graves, you know?”

Those words threw him off, he hesitated for a second – he got kneed in the stomach and then punched squarely in the chest in the next moment – he shouldn't have cared. Bakugou stumbled back. Quickly, he decided to further the distance between him and his opponent by blasting himself out of reach; however, he wasn’t chased after. Bakugou saw the green fluff with a gloomy look, hands down at his sides. He gave Bakugou a look with a suspicious clear shine in his dual colored eyes – his lips were downturned, brows furrowed. Bakugou wasn’t sure what kind of face he was making but a tiny snort left the gen student lips. A string of soft laughs soon followed.

“Oh my God! Your face!” The green fluff previous morose disposition was nowhere to be seen, “You do have other feelings besides anger, who would have thought?”

Bakugou charged like a bull seeing red. He punched and kicked with abandon; the green fluff could take it, couldn’t he?

While it was satisfying to use his explosions, the fact that they weren’t slowing him down was incredibly annoying.

“I wasn’t lying though,” he said, taking an explosion to his arms as if he had only been tapped gently by a pair of silk gloves. “I don’t have parents, not that it matters. I just wanted to go along with the tearjerker for a while. After all, no one in my life has been so rude like you. You love to trash-talk, don’t you, blasty?”

“Shut the hell up!” Bakugou’s fist connected satisfyingly against his face. “You do the same!”

“You got me!” The green fluff had the gall to laugh. “Though I’m not nearly as bad-mouthed as you are!”

Bakugou was scowling, the green fluff wasn’t going down. He quickly glanced at the direction where the toy sat on the ground. As he had theorized, Midoriya's quirk was correlated to the toy – the stuffed animal was smoking – smoldering and almost ablaze; its arms had fallen off, its stuffing was coming out and it had flopped uselessly on its side.

“Do I still look like weak prey to you?”

“Yeah, you do.” Bakugou prepared himself for his next attack. “And you’re going down, you cocky little shit.”

“Wow.” The green fluff looked unimpressed. “You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

Anyone else would have flustered at the compliment. Bakugou, instead, decided to grip the green fluff by what was left of his white shirt to afterwards slam him on the ground with all his might.

A tiny painful sounding noise escaped the green fluff’s mouth. Bakugou was still close to him, “Are you regretting fighting me?”

The green fluff was quiet for a few seconds, not really moving from where he lay on the ground. “Hey…” His voice said weakly just for it to rise in volume and in glee, “Peek-a-boo!” Bakugou was angry at Midoriya for making him lower his guard; the stinging pain on his cheek, the pleased cackle ringing before him and the fact that Midoriya was doubling over a few steps away told him he had fallen for it again.

“I told you I was going to slap you!”

Bakugou attacked him again, unmindful of the fact that his explosions this time were being followed by the shadows on Midoriya’s skin; they twisted and expanded as if chasing each and every impact of his explosions was of utmost importance.

“What’s that? Oh no, what are you gonna do now?” Midoriya taunted, daredevil smile in place. “How pitiful of you! It's so very, very sad, O Brave Hero!”

Midoriya was right, even if he was mixing different patterns to his attacks, the output of his explosion so far wasn’t enough. He was doing the same attacks, over and over; doing the same thing again and again without changing anything, expecting something different as a result was–

“Should I tell you the definition of insanity, Bakugou-chan?”

His blood was singing hymns of war. “You’re dead!”

At some point, Bakugou knew he stopped thinking ahead like he usually did. At some point, his mind became void of useless thoughts and the only thing he knew was the battle and the opponent in front of him. His body was moving by instinct alone. He stopped making small explosions, he needed something stronger to win. Strong enough to put him down. He had exactly what he needed. He dodged and aimed both of his hands, making the biggest explosion he could do without his gear. The explosion was deafening, the arena was covered in smoke – the blast had separated them both in opposite directions. Silence reigned the arena as everybody waited with bated breath for the results of the last clash.

Bakugou's metaphorical hackles rose as the dust and smoke cleared by a passing breeze. Midoriya’s hands were buried deep into the concrete below – likely in a way to stop himself from falling outside the arena. Although, it wasn’t exactly two hands alone that were embedded in the hard material. Midoriya stood up from his position slowly – a metallic sound accompanied each of his movements. His hands were now covered in gauntlets that reached up to his elbows. They were black like his eyes, like the shadows dancing on his skin. They weren’t the only thing attached to his body by far. The front of his chest was shielded by big plates perfectly molded to the shape of his muscles. Below his thighs, he also had armor – his shins were cladded with black spikes and his feet had claws just like his hands. They looked similar to the armor the other two other kids from the general department wore on their fight.

Bakugou could believe that Midoriya’s quirk somehow could form armor to protect him. It was possible in the realm of modern quirks. However, it didn’t lessen the shock at seeing an spear-like tail swish back and forth and then slam down on the ground with strength enough to make it crack open. It didn’t help that half the armor was still growing, covering more of Midoriya’s body inch by inch – his legs, back, and face which didn’t look like a helmet; if anything, it looked like a facsimile of an animal skull with two growing Kudu horns on his head.

Bakugou hissed with feeling, “What the actual fuck... ”

The green fluff of General Education Department, the same boy who looked adorable when smiling at the start of the festival – and before the whole lunch fiasco – now looked like a raging demon straight out of a comic book.

“What damage percentage do you think Izukkun has suffered so far?” Kodai’s voice startled Todoroki. He had forgotten they were still beside him in the stands. The fight in the arena had been so enthralling he had forgotten himself in the moment.

Awase crossed his arms, “Around 70 percent. His tail doesn’t look complete in my opinion. And he’s not really using his usual full set.”

“Well, Bakugou’s wasn’t all bark after all.” Shinsou said, a tone of approval barely coloring his voice.

“Izukkun sure is enjoying the fight.” Kodai hummed to herself. “Despite the circumstances, I’m glad he got the chance to fight Bakugou.”

“Todoroki,” Shinsou addressed him suddenly, “a piece of advice when you fight Izuku next.” Shinsou was unconcerned with Kodai’s complaints – I haven’t lost to Todoroki yet! – “Guard your face. Lately, he has been in a rut of trying to K.O. anyone in close quarters. And you don’t need me to remind you of his tail, do you?”

“I blame all those old MMA fights he keeps on watching online.” Awase huffed. “Look at what you’ve done, Yui. Shame on you.” 

Kodai choose to ignore what Awase said. “I’m pretty sure there’s a time period were he needs to wait before using his super strength—that's his signature move by the way. If you manage to dodge or block that attack, you can immediately exploit the delay afterwards. Act fast and kick him out of the arena.”

Awase laughed, “Savage.” He looked fond.

Kodai shrugged. “That’s what I would do. Though, I have to admit, Todoroki is better equipped to block Izukkun’s attacks than me.”

Todoroki was at a loss, “Why are you guys telling me this?”

“Why wouldn’t we? We want fulfilling and honorable fights. It's one of the reasons why we participated in this festival in the first place. Sharing intel is one of the basics of warfare. Whether you win against me or not bears no consequences in the long run.” Kodai’s expression was fierce.

“Don’t take it the wrong way, but either one of you is going to have a hard time dealing with Izu from now on. What Bakugou is doing now is simply kindling the fire.” Awase shrugged.

“Bakugou hasn’t lost yet.” Todoroki said, a scowl forming on his expression.

“I wouldn’t expect any less from someone in the Hero Course—defending your classmates even though you don’t like them. Commendable, really. Kudos to you. But we’re being objective here, you can see it too, don’t you? Look at the arena, he’s a sitting duck at this point.”

“The fight hasn't ended.” Todoroki repeated, a little irritated. He didn’t even know why he felt the need to refute what they were saying. It wasn’t as if he wanted Bakugou to win.

Shinsou chuckled then, the first time Todoroki heard him laugh openly, “We’ll see, won't we?”

He stood from his seat then. Kodai gave him something. It was a support item, it looked similar to what Present Mic used with his Hero costume. Shinsou walked up the stairs and to the rows behind them and then directly under Present Mic and Eraserhead’s announcement room.

Shinsou pointed to the arena below, and mouthed 'watch' before putting the mask on.

Todoroki could only comply.

Bakugou stared uncomprehendingly at Midoriya, rightfully perplexed at the display before him. Something akin to fear settled in the pit of his stomach when his black-green eyes fixed him in place. Bakugou couldn’t help it, he grinned. He widened his stance, he bared his teeth; he prepared to attack, to defend, to counter, to do anything. Midoriya at some point he stopped being 'green fluff' – Bakugou couldn’t really be mad about acknowledging him as a person.

The spear-like tail lifted in the air and then slammed heavily on the ground, twice – three times. The ground shook each time. His eyes didn’t leave Bakugou’s. Why wasn’t he attacking? Was he biding his time? Something was happening and Bakugou knew that whatever it was he couldn’t let it finish. He charged with a blast of his explosions. Midoriya didn’t move, but his tail did. Quick like a whip it collided with Bakugou’s side. The air was knocked out of him. He fell down ungracefully, sliding to one side of the arena.

Midoriya pounced at Bakugou almost in the same instant. Bakugou used his explosions to move – he didn't have time to look at the shattered concrete below. He was winded and couldn't breathe right but he managed to get away; it wasn’t for long. Midoriya was faster than before, the sole of his boots sunk into the ground, finding easy footing to move quicker – he chased after him again and again and Bakugou could barely get out of his reach and his attacks. Bakugou’s heart was beating hard and his arms were hurting and trembling; he was reaching his limits, he couldn’t hear anything else but his gasps of exertion and the metallic-like sounds coming from Midoriya’s armor.

Bakugou couldn’t settle on one emotion alone but like hell if he was going down without a fight.

With a sudden spur of speed, or maybe it was simply because Bakugou was getting sloppy, Midoriya tackled Bakugou to the ground; his armored hands gripped Bakugou’s forearms, claws digging into skin, slamming them down at his sides where he couldn’t use his explosions to attack. Midoriya’s shins pressed down on his torso – spikes piercing his clothes and slowly sinking deeper into his flesh. 

Bakugou couldn’t move.

In the next instant, Midoriya’s tail lashed from behind him towards his face – the adrenaline coursing through Bakugou’s veins made way to absolute terror.

[Stop.]

Someone from within Present Mic’s announcement room ordered. His voice was deep – enveloping anything and everything under an inescapable lulling charm.

Midoriya’s tail stilled mid-air.

A thin trail of blood slid from Bakugou’s forehead down his temple.

Midoriya’s pupils dilated impossibly wide, leaving a thin ring of deep forest green between two expanses of satiny black color.

Bakugou exhaled shakily.

Midnight stopped the match pale faced.

Midoriya’s tail retreated almost reluctantly.

[M-MIDORIYA IS THE WINNER! HE’S THE FIRST FINALIST! MY GOD, THAT SHI—AHEM—THAT, THAT WAS INTENSE HA-HA!]

The crowd was awed. Some cheered, some were mostly horrified, some simply didn’t know what to feel.

Midoriya stood tall, his eyes were still on Bakugou – the terror that shook his core was still present.

“Now you’re truly looking at me without pretenses in between.” Midoriya’s voice sounded different, a little deeper, otherworldly, dark, “Stop judging people at the drop of a hat—”

Bakugou was still too dazed to notice Midoriya’s tail closing in on him until he was pulled to his feet roughly.

“—or you’re going to get hurt.”

Once he shared that piece of his mind – with the delicacy of a freight train; the jade color if his eyes came back to normal, he smiled with his eyes. “It was a fun fight though!”

Bakugou stared at him and laughed.

[WELL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE’LL TAKE A SHORT BREAK FOR HALF AN HOUR TO FIX THE ARENA! MEANWHILE, PLEASE ENJOY THE SHOW THAT THE CHEERLEADERS HAVE FOR YOU! AND ALSO DON’T FORGET TO LISTEN TO MY RADIO SHOW “PUT YOUR HANDS UP RADIO” ON FRIDAY NIGHT! I’M ALSO DOING A NEW PODCAST TYPE OF SHOW EVERY SATURDAY NIGHT, A BRAND NEW HERO SHOW, JUST A CLICK AWAY! REMEMBER TO FOLLOW ME IN INSTAHERO TO GET NEWS ON IT AND – OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!]

[Do your job properly.]

[I AM! ]

[Hm.]

[ANYWAY! WHAT’S WITH ECTOPLASM'S CLASS?!]

Present Mic should have known better than to step willingly onto a landmine.

[It seems they need to be taught restraint.]

Because he clearly forgot whose class Bakugou belonged to.

[AHAHA—HA, AHEM. A—ANYWAY, YOU HAVE TO GIVE CREDIT WHEN CREDIT IS DUE. MIDORIYA SURE KNOWS HOW TO PACK A PUNCH!]

[Hm.]

[W–WE ARE CLOSE TO REACHING THE END OF THE TOURNAMENT!! PLEASE KEEP ON TUNING IN YOU PEOPLE AT HOME! THIS IS PRESENT MIC SIGNING OUT FOR A LITTLE WHILE!!]

Present Mic ran away claiming he needed a bathroom break.

The air-conditioned was full blast inside the prep room and the remote for it was nowhere to be seen. Yui sat on a metal chair and her skin had goosebumps. Izuku was beside her kneeling on the floor, his armor felt like a furnace after his fight with Bakugou. She wanted to hug him and feel that warmth for herself; so she did, she drew him in and held him against her chest; she wrapped her bare legs around his torso. In return, he embraced her gently, mindful of the sharp claws from his gauntlets. Yui took a deep breath in, feeling content in the moment, happy to enjoy the easy comfortable sensation of feeling warm after being cold.

“While I love your hugs, I still have to finish putting the armor on you.” Izuku said, breaking free of her hold slowly.

Yui pouted. “I expect a cuddle overdose when we get home.”

“Of course.” Izuku laughed, taking two plates of her armor she had previously unshrunk. The plate changed in his hands to something resembling molten lava. He moved it at his will when he applied it on her legs, like a coat of nail polish.

“You know, when you do that, it’s oddly satisfying to see.” Yui said, bending one of her legs. “Maybe we could make a video out of it and upload it online. Like a visual ASMR!” 

“Uh-huh.” Izuku said distractedly, standing up. 

She stood from her chair, turning around to let him apply another section on her back.

“Are you sure you don’t want an extra layer?” Izuku asked, smearing another coat on her arms.

“I need mobility to stand a chance against Todoroki’s quirk. ” Yui said turning back around to let him work on her torso, “There’s no point trying to increase my defence if what I’m going to defend against are ice waves. I’m not Hi-kun, I can’t talk my way out of a fight so my best bet is to rush in and overwhelm him in close quarters.” She stretched a little, testing the mobility of her new armor. It was flexible but it still held a modicum of hardness. “I asked if I could use weapons and he said he didn’t mind. Isn’t he sweet?”

Izuku’s smile was hidden behind his helmet but Yui heard it in his voice, “Yes, he’s nice. We should ask him for his contact info after the tournament is over.”

Yui nodded. “Definitely.”

“Do you want a full helmet?”

“No, just cover my jaw and neck.”

Once he was finished, he passed her her utility belt. She secured it around her hips. “Attach this too, please?”

His hands were on her hips and then the black armor moved to cover only the strap. “Thanks.”

“I’m going to wait here.” Izuku said, sitting on a chair and pointing to the TV mounted on the wall. “I’ll watch the fight from here. I’d rather not have people gawking at me.”

Yui hummed, “One day I hope you can use your full armor outside in the open without feeling... shy .” The word didn’t completely convey what she wanted to communicate – to tell him. But she didn’t dare to say that she didn’t want him to feel ashamed of his quirk – no matter how it came to be. However, it wasn’t the time to address the problem. It wasn’t the time to open old wounds. She didn’t think a time where they could talk about it would ever come.

Despite everything, she tried to lighten the implications of her words. “You have to realize you look absolutely badass.”

Izuku smiled wryly, “If I wore my armor outside I’d be arrested for quirk misuse.”

“Hisashi would get you out of jail in a heartbeat.” Yui said, hand on the doorknob. “And it isn’t as if we would let you go alone. I’m pretty sure any of us would dropkick an officer for you, Izukkun.”

“Please no.”

“Meh. No promises.”

They stared at each other until they burst into giggles.

Yui made her way towards the arena with a spring in her step. She was set to have two good fights no matter what happened. And then after the tournament they would go to get ice-cream like they talked about the day before. Maybe they would even try to invite Todoroki. However, her steps faltered and her mind came to a halt once she rounded on a corner. There, the profile of the No. 2 Hero stood imposingly in the middle of the tunnel like an infernal wraith, taking even more space with the flames rising from his body.

“You disgrace me, Shouto.” His voice was full of deep scorn. “You could’ve crushed both obstacle course and the cavalry battle if you’d used your left side.”

Yui could see Todoroki glare at his father with eyes full of barely contained hate.

“Grow up. Stop rebelling like some petulant child. Remember your duty is to surpass All Might. Understand?”

Endeavor seemed to grow in size, as his flames blazed up with his words. It reminded Yui of Shiki and how he used to bully Izuku when they were kids. And just like that, she was back in Guarda, getting praised because she was a good girl who followed orders – you’ll do good in transport operations but if you get taken down there’s no way to get the goods back in their original form so this is for your own good. Stand up. Now. The fight isn’t over, little girl. You’ll be the best of the best when I’m done with you. She was back in that cold white place where the only sun that existed came in the form of a freckled face, a smile with a tooth missing and tiny hands grasping her own.

“You’re different than your brothers. You’re my greatest creation!”  Endeavor raised his voice, making Yui flinch back.

Several things happened at once then. Yui moved, because those words were poison, those words were the exact same thing that hurt Izuku when they were little – Todoroki shouldn’t hurt like that too. The second thing that happened was Cementoss appearing at the end of the tunnel, clearly looking for them to start the fight while Present Mic hyped the crowd in the background. Todoroki turned around towards the arena, eyes cold, dismissing his father without word.

Yui ran after him.

Cementoss and Midnight were talking. Present Mic was also talking. The crowd in its indistinct roar was also talking. Only Yui and Todoroki were silent. He wasn’t looking at her. He saw her before, he knew what she heard. She didn’t know what to do. Endeavor already ruined their fight – there was no point, no meaning to it now. But, did Todoroki feel the same? She didn’t know. She couldn't know; Todoroki wasn’t looking at her. She couldn’t do anything, she was alone. Yui took a deep breath, maybe she was alone in the arena but she wasn’t actually alone. She lifted her arm and bent her forearm slightly towards her head. 

Worry

She held the pose for three seconds and then made a fist lowering it slowly afterwards. 

Help

[—LET’S GET TO IT!]

Todoroki finally lifted his gaze. Yui recognized the sadness and rage mixing in a vortex of helplessness. She had seen it before, in her friends’ faces, in her own reflection on bad days. So, she wasn’t surprised when the wave of ice swallowed her whole. She was grateful for Izuku’s quirk. Otherwise she would be in greater trouble than she already was. The armor still retained a bit of heat infused so she was able to ward off the cold trying to seep in for the time being. She wished she had chosen a full headgear; no matter how much it would have looked like a diving suit. It didn’t take long for Midnight to call off the fight but each breath she took was painful and short. She greedily took a gulp of warm air when Todoroki melted the space in front of her face moments later.

He looked regretful and distressed. Something twisted painfully in her chest.

“I wish I could do the same when I’m angry.” Yui said without malice, testing the waters, hoping her joke wasn't misinterpreted. Todoroki became even paler than before. Changing tactics, she decided jokes weren't her route for a solution. “Can you take me to the infirmary? I can’t feel my legs.”

She was partially lying but he didn’t need to know that. Todoroki nodded mutely, kneeling down and offering his back to her. He was carrying her with little trouble towards one of the gates of the arena. The crowd was cheering but neither of them paid it any attention. Once they were a good distance away from prying eyes, Yui decided to talk again.

“Are you okay, Todoroki?”

“You were the one buried in ice.”

“Never mind that. It’s not the first time I got hit with a quirk because someone was angry. And I’m not optimistic enough to think it’s going to be the last time either. I don't take it personally but if it makes you feel better, I forgive you.” She leaned in to try to see his face but he looked away. She huffed. “Turn right. We’re not going to Recovery Girl.”

“You have to get checked by her.”

“What I need is a blanket and a warm drink and I’m gonna get that and a lot more if we turn right.” Yui rocked a little, pulling the sleeve of his uniform in the direction she wanted them to go. “Besides, I was encased in ice. You owe me at least half an hour of servitude for that.”

“I thought you forgave me.”

“Without question, I did. And you’re still forgiven. But this and that are different matters. Now, come on, get me to the prep room.”

Todoroki hesitated for a moment before choosing to follow her orders.

Yui sighed relieved, she got Todoroki en route, they wouldn't be alone for long.

The door to the prep room was ajar, Todoroki opened the door the rest of the way with his foot. Hitoshi was slumped in a chair with his feet on a table looking at the TV displaying the arena being torched by robots in order to get rid of the leftover ice. Izuku sat alone in the loveseat, he turned to them when they entered. And Yousetsu, her savior, was on the ground with an assortment of goodies.

“Welcome back!” Yousetsu said smiling, he gestured to the things surrounding him magnanimously, “We got snacks, heat packs, fuzzy blankets, hot chocolate and lots of free hugs. Who wants first?” 

“Me!” Yui raised her hand. “Yo-kun, pick me!”

Wordlessly Todoroki stepped in until he was near Yousetsu, he kneeled and turned around. Unceremoniously, Yui flumped herself onto Yousetsu’s lap who wrapped her in blankets and heat packs. Todoroki looked like he was about to flee.

“Hey man, don’t you want something warm?” Yousetsu said, offering a bottle of warm jasmine tea. “You’re shivering.”

“I’m fine.” Todoroki said, shaking his head a little.

Yui shared a private look with Hitoshi who was looking at her.

Todoroki turned, steps leading him to the door.

“Are you leaving us so soon?” Hitoshi said, not turning to see Todoroki freeze in his steps. “The arena still needs time to be cleaned up. You don’t need to go anywhere else, do you?”

“I…” Todoroki half turned back to the room, not really making eye-contact with anyone.

Yui buried herself deeper into Yousetsu’s embrace, “Are you going to tell them about Endeavor, or should I? After all, our fight got sabotaged by that brownbeat.”

“Oh?” Hitoshi said, taking his feet off the table. “What’s this about?”

“Nothing.” Todoroki said forcefully.

Yui sipped her chocolate drink, “Burying me alive and covering more than half of the arena in ice doesn’t seem like 'nothing' to me.”

Todoroki's brow was knitted in a frown, “I thought you already forgave me.”

“I did.” Yui shrugged, “But you didn’t even say sorry.”

“Necrosis is a thing, you know?” Hitoshi added.

“She wanted to come here.” Todoroki looked exasperated – and a bit desperate. “She didn’t want to go to Recovery Girl.” 

Hitoshi hummed, unrelenting stare still on Todoroki. Yui had to admit, they did a really good bad-cop duo.

“Guys, calm down.” Yousetsu said, looking sternly at her and then giving Hitoshi a reproachful look. “Todoroki is going to talk if he wants to. Not when you want to.”

“Todoroki-kun,” Izuku’s voice was different when his armor was fully released, but it was his voice, soft, clear and honest, “are you really okay?”

As usual, the peacekeepers were there to save the day.

Yui was glad she had them in her life.

If it wasn’t for Awase’s scolding his friends and Midoriya’s concerned question he would have probably already stormed out. He felt his feelings bubbling over. He wanted to feel the usual anger he felt towards his father instead of what he was feeling at the moment but he couldn’t summon it; he wasn’t dumb, he knew Kodai was planning something since the beginning when she asked to get her to the prep room. Even Shinsou’s barbed words had a purpose. And then just to top it all off, Awase and Midoriya showed worry. They all were worried for him. Him. Laughable. Incomprehensible. They didn’t want to push him more than he was willing – or punish him for what he had done to their friend.

He couldn't recall the last time someone had tried to be concerned and act on his behalf. He wasn’t sure anyone before had even tried to just understand what was going on in his head.

The little control he had over his words escaped him when he saw Midoriya stand from his seat with his hand reaching out for him as if he wanted to console him.

Todoroki cocked his head left, looking at the right corner of the ceiling. “You know… my dad… he’s a powerful bastard who only thinks of becoming stronger. He could never beat All Might on his own though—that never settled well with him. So he came up with another plan.” He curled his lips with icy contempt. “Do you know about Quirk Marriages? With his wealth and fame, my father made my mother’s family agree to a marriage.” He seethed, voice slowly rising with his next words. “All to get his hands on her quirk. Raising me as a Hero who could exceed All Might, just to fulfill his own ambitions. I hate it! Being no more than a tool for that human garbage.” 

After a breath, he continued quietly, “As I remember… my mom was always crying…” Maybe just wanting to get the words out was a way for him to keep the four of them at bay. “'I can’t stand to see that left side of yours… ' she said, before throwing scalding water in my face.” By the end of his agonizing explanation he wasn’t sure why he was talking anymore – to who he was talking to anymore.

“Not using my left side is my revenge on him. I’ll never use my rotten father’s quirk. I won’t become what he wants me to be the way he wants it…”

The rest of his scattered thoughts were snuffed out by the sound of someone taking a step towards him.

“I apologize.” Todoroki said next, hurriedly, cold dread gripping his heart. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that in our fight. It was an unbecoming conduct from my part. I won’t let that happen again.” He bowed his head formally. He knew he was pushing them away. “Goodbye.”

But then again, what was he supposed to do?

Todoroki left the room, not once heeding the sound of voices calling his name.

Todoroki wandered through the stadium’s halls for the remaining time he had before his next fight. The arena was being televised in the screens placed in the walls he passed by. Thanks to them, he had a rough estimation on how much time he needed to stall before making his appearance at the arena. He just needed to hold on until the end of the battle and everything would turn back to how things were before meeting the gen students. Eventually, he’d forget about this day and all the crazy little moments that happened around him. Eventually, like he always did, he’d drown the feelings clouding his chest – regret, longing, envy, sorrow. Eventually, he’d listen to other sounds besides the pounding of his heart – because everything had become muted and dull and there was nothing besides experiencing himself wholly – it was terrifying.

How curious it was, it didn’t take him long to forget how it felt to feel alone.

Todoroki could do nothing but let that cold revelation tighten its hold over his entire being like a cold vice.

Somehow, he had stopped in the middle of the stairway leading to the arena. Mechanically, he resumed his steps. However, his first step faltered. His knee buckled under him and he almost fell down. Todoroki braced himself with a hand against the wall to his right. He fought the dizziness and the pounding in his ears by breathing deeply through his nose. It took him a couple of tries, but eventually he was calm enough to resume his steps. It wasn’t the first time he had dismissed that kind of reaction his body occasionally displayed. He reckoned it wasn’t going to be the last time his body rebelled against him on this day.

The white arena was a stark contrast to Midoriya’s pitch-black armor. There wasn’t any traces left of the innocent boy he had spent time with. He looked like a demon warrior. His gait was purposeful and resolute as he neared the centre of the arena where Todoroki stood.

[AT LAST WE’VE ARRIVED! THE BEST OF THE BEST AMONG U.A.’S FIRST YEARS WILL BE DECIDED!]

“Todoroki-kun, we need to talk.” Midoriya said camly, his voice was still distorted by the helmet covering his face. Todoroki couldn’t read his expression, only his eyes were visible. He refused to dwell on the fact that Midoriya’s eyes only seemed worried and not angry or confrontational.

[IT’S THE FINAL MATCH, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! TODOROKI VERSUS MIDORIYA!]

“There’s nothing to talk about.” Todoroki said quietly.

[NOW, START!!]

Todoroki swung his right arm towards the sky, sending a big ice wave towards Midoriya. It wasn’t as big or as uncontrolled as the one he used on Kodai before but it was big enough to cover Midoriya’s body completely.

[THE GAUNTLET’S BEEN THROWN DOWN! AND IT WASN’T MIDORIYA’S! LOOKS LIKE TODOROKI WANTS TO AVOID CLOSE COMBAT! DO WE ALREADY HAVE OUR WINNER SO SOON?! IS ANOTHER REPEAT FROM THE PREVIOUS FIGHT?!]

Todoroki was sure that it couldn’t be that easy.

The ice covering Midoriya began to melt. Midoriya moved pass it without problem. Todoroki sent another wave of ice his way. While he was vaguely aware that Midoriya’s posture and overall demeanor was nonthreatening, he was forcing himself to treat the fight like he was supposed to. It was a fight and there was only a winner. His bastard of a father was on the stands, watching. In order to spit in his face – figuratively speaking, no matter how much he would like to do it literally – Todoroki was only going to use his mother’s power.

Midoriya melted the ice again. There weren't any signs it was actually deterring his movements whatsoever. Todoroki, on the other hand was slowly feeling the drawbacks of using only his ice.

“Todoroki-kun, please listen to what I have to say.”

Todoroki sent another ice wave anyway. This time it was larger, he concentrated his power to make denser ice. He poured his power and concentration to push layer on layer; he was making surges of ice to push Midoriya out of the arena. His right side began to numb but he was set on his plan. It was only when his vision blurred that Todoroki stopped his attack. He fell on one knee, right hand hanging uselessly at his side, the tremors engulfing his body were hard to control.

Midoriya didn’t come out in a billow of steam like he had done so before. Instead, the sound of ice cracking open one piece at a time signaled his position on the arena; chunks of ice tore apart, making a path for Midoriya to walk through directly to Todoroki.

“My quirk feeds on things done to me... explosions. Fire. Kinetic energy... among others.” Midoriya said conversationally, while the ice shattered and rearranged around them. It shaped at his will, surrounding him. “It isn’t as if I can output flames or explosions though. So far, with my training, I'm only able to do things like this.” With a flick of his arm, the same movement Todoroki used, a wave of ice trapped Todoroki in place. After he was sure Todoroki wouldn’t move, he raised both of his arms, each and every piece of ice surrounding them began to shake and fuse to form walls around them.

In mere seconds they were encased in a tiny square. Midoriya kneeled in front of Todoroki, clearly untroubled by Midnight and Cementoss’ outcry when he erected their little shelter.

“I’m sorry for doing something like this. But you weren’t giving me much of a choice. And I have the feeling that letting it be and try to talk to you another time would have been a mistake.” Midoriya said, reaching a hand to cup Todoroki’s left cheek. Warmth began to slowly seep from his armor. Todoroki leaned into Midoriya’s hand unconsciously. “At the prep room, you didn’t even let us get a word in edgewise. We were looking all over the stadium for you after you left. I—” He paused talking while his tail slowly wrapped around Todoroki; more heat was released from it, Todoroki was slowly being defrosted.

“—I know there’s no reason for you to trust us. We just met. We aren't even in the same class. And you told us something personal and deep and complicated. And—and I know you’re hurting.” He took a deep breath. “I know this might sound disingenuous but I—We, Hitoshi, Yui, Yousetsu, we want to help. Because we might not have the same hurt you have but we understand a bit of what you feel.” Todoroki was no longer frozen in his own ice, Midoriya wrapped his arms around him, giving him more heat. “Right now you’re waging a war on your own, you know? And sorry to tell you this but that’s a silly thing to do. You need allies. Powerful allies at that. And guess what, we are volunteering for the job.”

“Why…” Todoroki shuddered. “What do you want? I don’t understand.”

“For starters we want your friendship.” Midoriya chirped, voice free of deceit. He seemed less hesitant to talk. Todoroki noticed his voice no longer sounded distorted. Midoriya pulled away a little, his face was visible, the dark freckles peppered on his cheeks adorned his soft teasing smile.

“…you… want my friendship…?” You want me?

“Why do you look surprised? Of course we do!” Midoriya laughed softly, his tail squeezed Todoroki comfortingly. “By the way, we are going to get ice-cream after the festival. Come with us!” He said happily.

“I—” Todoroki’s chest was constricted by an invisible force. “I don’t think I can. My father…”

“Hm. Is that so? Well, you know, Tsukkun says I’m made of one hundred percent pure determination.” Midoriya gave him a childish grin next. “When there’s a will, there’s a way. I will get you ice-cream to eat today. Mark my words.”

There was a long bang that rocked the walls surrounding them.

“Now that I think about it, Yukkun says it’s spite that runs through my veins instead of blood.” Midoriya looked unconcerned by the bangs rocking the structure. “Personally, I think she’s just salty because she always loses at UNO. Have you ever played it?”

“No.” Todoroki said, relaxing into Midoriya’s hold, his sunny chatter was far more interesting than trying to think on whatever was outside the ice walls protecting them; or, trying to understand his actions – actually, their actions because it seemed it wasn't only Midoriya who wanted to intrude further into Todoroki's life.

“That settles it. There’s an UNO tournament for us in the near future!” Midoriya was bright and warm and soft and lovely and he was absolutely terrifying. Todoroki took a breath of icy air, enjoying Midoriya’s warm presence beside him.

A particular strong shake of the ice walls made Midoriya twitch.

He huffed displeased, “I guess that’s all the time we can have for ourselves for now.” Midoriya stood and stretched, his armor began to crumble into dark snowflakes. He looked relaxed. “Todoroki-kun, I’m guessing Endeavor would be more amenable to you for the rest of the day if you take the first place in the competition?”

“Not really?” Todoroki shrugged. “He’s a piece of shit no matter what I do.”

Midoriya looked pensive. “I still think it’ll help you either way so let’s go with that.”

“So you’re going to lose on purpose.” Todoroki leaned forward, hunching his back a little while sitting cross legged. He didn't like where this conversation was leading.

“In order to conquer anything, you have to choose what battles are worth fighting for.” Midoriya crouched down, seeking Todoroki’s eyes with an intent gaze. “That’s the only way to win the war.”

“It doesn’t feel right.” Todoroki said quietly, avoiding Midoriya’s eyes.

“I know.”

A tiny crack appeared in one of the walls.

“I’m going to make a cave in and you’re going to save us, okay?” Midoriya smiled mischievously, giving his hand to Todoroki to pull him to his feet. “Bonus points if you princess-carry me to the infirmary.”

“What? Wait—”

Todoroki’s voice was drowned by ice breaking.

Todoroki had long associated peace with quiet.

He realized that quiet didn’t mean peace anymore – it just punctuated more clearly his loneliness.

He laid on the wooden floor of the dojo, breath heavy, drenched in sweat, ice and pain. It was late, approaching midnight but Todoroki couldn’t find the strength to rise from the floor. The full moon drifted through the open window, chasing shadows away. The chilling night breeze felt good on his overheated skin. He was drifting off when a beeping sound stopped him from falling asleep completely. As the incessant notification rung in the quiet of the room – he had hidden his phone between his towels since his father didn’t appreciate any type of distraction during training – he stood from the ground to get to his phone.

Todoroki read the notification on his lock screen.

          Hey, come to the front gate

He was no longer feeling sleepy. Todoroki sneaked through the main hall until he was close to the main door. He opened the sliding door to the outside slowly, feeling as if any kind of sudden movement would summon his father to his side. Thankfully, he reached the dark night without fiery incidents. Todoroki quickened his steps. It wasn’t long before he noticed four dark silhouettes perched atop one of the walls separating the property from the street. While apprehension and worry flashed in his mind for a moment – what if someone saw them? Would they be accused of trespassing? What would the police do? What would his father do? – another part of him felt exhilarated by the novelty of it all. That was one of the things they'd been bringing to his life, new unexpected occurrences no matter what they did. It was as invigorating as it was nerve-racking.

Midoriya and Kodai were waving their arms at him, happy smiles clearly illuminated by the moonlight. Shinsou and Awase extended their hands towards him when he was close to where they were seated. Todoroki took a running start, jumping and then pivoting from the wall with his foot – they grasped his extended hands and they pulled him the rest of the way. He sat between them, looking at the streetlights extending below the hilltop his house was located on. It was a lovely sight, he never knew there was a view like that from his house; he had never tried to look for it before. It was another first for Todoroki.

They remained quiet for a few moments more – it was a different quiet, a nice quiet – until the passing headlights of a car a street below reminded them where they were.

“We debated whether to get inside or not on our own.” Shinsou was the first to break the silence, “Your home security is a joke.”

Todoroki nodded. His father thought only a fool would try to rob the No. 2 Hero. “I know.”

“It’s better for us anyway.” Kodai said leaning in to look at him, Shinsou leaned back a bit to give her a little more space. “Does Endeavor have work tomorrow at his agency?”

“Yeah.”

“Sweet!” Kodai grinned.

Todoroki could infer what she implied. Friday and Saturday were days off thanks to the festival and next came Sunday. And Endeavor actually worked more on the weekends. Todoroki fought the urge to fidget – he was feeling nervous. He wasn't sure what he was anticipating.

“Well, in case anything happens—” Awase said, pulling the strap of a duffel bag over his head to give it to him. “—we brought you some things.”

Before Todoroki could ask what it was, Midoriya’s voice caught his attention, he spoke brightly, “We also have this!”

Awase passed him a small bowl with two scoops of strawberry ice-cream. Todoroki had wondered briefly what was the square thing Midoriya was holding. More ice-cream bowls were passed. Todoroki asked a mistified how and Midoriya answered sagely with a very carefully. They began to eat in a comfortable silence.

“I told you I was getting you ice-cream today.” Midoriya said after each and every bowl was put away inside the cooler again.

It felt surreal. It didn’t feel like the Sports Festival happened just a few hours earlier in the day. But it did happen. He felt scared to feel content. But there he was, talking to his new friends at the dead of night, probably committing something illegal, stomach full of not only of ice-cream but warm fuzzy feelings – he felt like a child again, wishing for something – wishing it wouldn’t end.

In unison the four gen students turned around when a light in the second floor beyond the front garden turned on. Todoroki filed the action in his mind. He also turned around to see what it was. Inside Natsuo’s room someone was moving.

“It’s my brother.” He said, shuffling the bag on his lap and shaking it a little. “What’s inside?”

Awase laughed softly, “Just check it yourself when you get in your room.”

“As delightful as this escapade is, we’ve pushed our luck enough.” Shinsou said with a hint of regret – he didn’t seem particularly keen to inform that bit of information but still forced himself to be the voice of reason for the moment. “Charge your phone before going to bed.” He said calmly, looking at Todoroki.

“Don’t sleep with your stomach exposed.” 

“Brush your teeth first though!” 

“And don’t drink coffee before bed!” 

“Why would anyone drink coffee before bedtime, Izukkun?”

“I don’t know. Hitocchi does it all the time.”

“Shi, please set a good example for the children.”

“Never.” Shinsou answered immediately. “Anyway, Todoroki, we’ll contact you tomorrow so try to rest.”

“Ok.” Without further comment, Todoroki hopped down the wall never faltering even while carrying a heavy duffel bag.

Todoroki didn’t expect for them to still be waiting for him to get inside. Three shadows waved goodbye and the four only left until he was inside closing the door behind him.

His face felt warm.

Inside one of UA’s meeting rooms, the teachers of first year students were currently in assembly. 

“—Bakugou could have gotten seriously hurt.” Aizawa said clinically, four files full with information about the four gen students that participated in the fights were spread across the meeting table before him. “He was almost killed on live television. If it wasn’t him, any other student fighting Midoriya would have died. Midoriya should have been disqualified on the spot. We are missing the point in this discussion.”

“Any other participant wouldn’t have gotten the same treatment Bakugou did.” Ectoplasm cut in sharply. “I like to think Midoriya’s quirk is like a mirror. If Midoriya almost killed Bakugou—as you so eloquently put it—was only because Bakugou attempted to it first. If it wasn’t Midoriya, any other participant would have actually died.”

“If we follow your line of reasoning then, the only reason Midoriya stopped on time was thanks to Shinsou’s interference.” Aizawa countered his argument.

“At least Midoriya has someone to count on to remind him of self-control. A basic concept your student doesn’t seem to grasp in the slightest. Why don’t you remind me how many minor altercations he had on the single day the Sports Festival was held? Or throughout the school year so far since we are already on it?”

“Now, now, Aizawa-kun, Igarashi-san. Let’s take a step back, drink some tea. We understand both of you love your students very much. But we aren't trying to discuss their past actions at the moment.” Nedzu said placatingly, cup of steaming tea before him. “If we were, we would need a whole hour to discuss their problem at control since the both of them have it in spades. But that’s an issue for another day.”

Aizawa huffed under his scarf. He disagreed with Nedzu. It wasn't a matter that should be postponed to discuss. Bakugou and Midoriya’s fight was a battle. A real battle. They couldn’t overlook that kind of behavior so easily. The gen students were completely prepared to intervene too at the time; he saw them sporting their armor pieces during that fight. Shinsou had climbed into their booth and without so much as a greeting snatched Yamada’s microphone to use his quirk. Aizawa got a headache every time he thought about what would have happened if he had stopped Shinsou from speaking in that moment. 

And it wasn’t only Midoriya’s fight that bothered him as the fights unfolded. The obvious detachment towards inflicting violence and tendency towards manipulation every single one of them showed in their fights was worrying. While he praised them for their techniques and skills questions arose – where and how did they acquire those skills? The folders in front of him didn't give information regarding that. In those files, the four gen students were normal teenagers, returnees from overseas and not much more. They certainly were anything but normal. And that added another negative to his lists of pros and cons for the gen students to be offered a spot in the Hero Course.

“I stand by what I said before.” Yamada said, “The four of them have wonderful quirks which could become very useful for Hero Work—especially if they aimed to specialize in rescue and search. They just need guidance on how to use them.”

“I don’t think they are cut for it.” Aizawa said tonelessly.

“I agree with Aizawa.” Ectoplasm said, much to the surprise of everyone in the room.

“What’s with you two? Can’t you stick to one narrative?” Kayama said miffed, “First, on the day of the Festival, Shouta sung them praises for their fighting prowess. And now you don’t see the appeal anymore? Also, you—” she turned to Ectoplasm. “What do you mean by that? Weren’t you defending them tooth and nail before when we started the discussion?”

“You misunderstand.” Ectoplasm began to say calmly, “I only defended their actions and their performance. Whether I think they are fit to join the Hero Course or not it’s a different matter. I know the principal is aware of my close relationship with their guardian and consequently my close involvement with their upbringing when they moved to Japan four years ago, so I will say it up front, I do not support the motion for them to move to the Hero Course.”

The tone of finality in Ectoplasm voice brought a heavy silence in the room.

Nedzu clapped his paws together. “Well, I think we need more time to analyze this matter further. We’ll resume this discussion before the end of this term. Everyone but Aizawa-kun and Igarashi-san are dismissed.”

Aizawa didn’t bother to move as his colleagues collected their things and exited the meeting room.

Once the soft click of the door closing echoed in quiet left behind Aizawa spoke, “Why are we the only ones left?”

“It pertains the both of you.” Nedzu said, shuffling and setting some papers aside. “Aizawa-kun as the teacher who—if they decide to accept the offer and you deem them eligible for the spots—will become their homeroom teacher. And Igarashi-san as their current mentor.”

“I thought we were going to discuss this in the future.” Ectoplasm said, tone dry. “As in weeks from now on, Principal.” 

“Don’t you worry, we will! But that’s after we have sorted some things first before discussing it with the rest of your colleagues.” Nedzu agreed readily. “I think it bears on us to speak about this more closely now given the roles you have and might take in the future. Specially you, Aizawa-kun.”

Something in that sentence made Aizawa tempted to not ask, but he asked anyway. “What do you mean?”

Ectoplasm sighed deeply when Nedzu pulled a thick manila folder wrapped with a red string from under his desk, “May I?” He directed the question to Ectoplasm who assented to it.

For the next twenty or so minutes, Aizawa read in complete silence, the quiet click of a cup of tea being served to him by Ectoplasm was lost in time as he read words upon words of medical and military jargon regarding Midoriya’s quirk, Awase and Kodai’s physical training, and clinical notes of an old psychological diagnosis concerning Shinsou’s mental state.

Aizawa glared at the paper in his hand. “What is this ?”

“A glimpse into their past.” Ectoplasm said somberly. “Thankfully, they are strong, brave and resolute children who have each other as support to forge into their new future.” He paused, before adding gravely. “I regret to admit, I can’t say the same for the other children victims to that wretched place.”

Aizawa had never heard Ectoplasm sound so venomous and cold before.

“They didn’t experience normalcy until they were brought here.” Igarashi-san said sipping from his cup. He set it down soundlessly, “They didn’t have a normal childhood. There’s no need to push them to fit into a role they don’t want.”

“How do you know they don’t want it?” Nedzu asked mildly.

“I know they barely believe in a handful of modern Heroes. I’m beyond amazed they still do after what those 'Heroes' did to them. What good could come to expose them further into this flawed system?”

“You won’t be able to protect them forever from this world, Igarashi-san.” Nedzu clasped his paws together. “You’re afraid they’ll come in contact with darkness. But you forget, they have already come in contact with it intimately—they cannot escape it. It will happen whether you like it or not.”

Ectoplasm spoke darkly. “None of that is your decision to take.”

“Neither is yours.” Nedzu refuted calmly.

Aizawa could understand what they both were trying to do. Igarashi-san was trying to keep the status quo and let them be children for a little bit longer. Nedzu was planning for the future where their demons would likely catch up to them – what could they do if they didn’t know how to handle them? The both of them had a good intentions no matter how warped and convoluted they were becoming as their arguments clashed.

Where did that leave him in all this then? Some things were explained by those files – their fighting prowess, their assertive decision-making, their group mentality. But not all. Because those papers were that, papers of a distant past and pale remnants of outlined actions they once lived by. He recalled earlier in the day, passing through a window that led to one of the east gardens. Todoroki was there, sitting with the four gen students under the shade of a Sakura tree – it was the closest interaction Aizawa had seen him do with another person – this time group – since the start of the year.

“Let me interview them.” Aizawa said sedately, bringing the attention of the other two to him. “They will decide if they are interested in the Hero Course or not. We’ll move after that accordingly.” He held Ectoplasm’s gaze. “We don’t know what we don’t know. They are the only ones with the answers. We can only help them afterwards when they take their decisions.”

After a moment Ectoplasm let out a long sigh, “This is why you chose Aizawa, isn't it, Principal?”

Nedzu’s perpetual smile didn’t waver, “It was a fortunate coincidence Aizawa-kun had four spots available! Besides who would seriously pass on the opportunity to teach such promising candidates? Hahaha!”

Aizawa smiled wryly. It wouldn’t be far to assume Nedzu had planned this from the start of the school year. Maybe even before that. After all, their situation wasn’t so dissimilar to what had happened to him in the past. Guessing the right answer to that query – whether that fact held a deeper meaning to Nedzu than he let on or not – was something only Nedzu could answer, just like the four gen students held their own. Anything else was a shot in the dark.

Izuku stared at his forearm, watching how his quirk manifested under the scrutiny of his usual set of quirk specialists. A dark shapeless form twisted underneath his skin unto itself until it slowly stabilized into his usual diamond shape when Izuku willed it. The doctors hummed to themselves, taking notes in silence or whispering to one another – uncaring he was in front of them. Izuku kicked his bare feet in the air to distract himself from the monotony of the routine. They asked the same questions; how did he feel after the treatment, did he have any unusual discomfort after it, has he been taking his medication properly? And so on and so forth.

When they were finished with their inquiries, they followed up with the normal protocol and advises. He should use his quirk in moderation – he shouldn't use it all! , someone had said a long time ago; that person didn't work at the hospital anymore. In the present, Izuku agreed to it all robotically, his mind was wandering to other places. He thought about his friends and what they could be doing – Yui was probably playing some games with her online teammates. Yousetsu was surely trying his hand in some new obscure mediation technique. Hitoshi was likely pestering Todoroki into a one-sided conversation through text. Todoroki was probably debating whether to ignore or reply in turn. He thought about the homework he hadn’t finished and the price he would pay if he told Igarashi-san that he had forgotten about it. He shuddered just imagining the consequences. 

“I believe that we are finished here, aren’t we?” Oguro-san said gruffly, frowning with his usual glare. He stepped away from the wall he had been leaning on since the doctors started the routine checkup on Izuku.

Oguro-san easily towered over the three doctors surrounding him.

Izuku thought the doctors in the entire facility should be used to Oguro-san by that point. They had been coming to the Dragon Fort since he was eleven, and Oguro-san had been by his side since step one after they came to Japan; but, apparently no average mortal could get used to Oguro Iwao. One of the doctors stuttered a reply and the other two seemed ready to bolt as soon as they could – it nearly happened when they left them in order to let Izuku change into his street clothes. With efficient movements, Oguro-san helped him get into his shirt. It was another routine.

Izuku felt sluggish as they walked down the hall towards the exit. Oguro-san clasped his shoulder while he led him – his hand was rough but also gentle in a way. Everyone gave them a wide berth as they exited the building. Izuku wondered if Oguro-san did it on purpose, scaring everyone so that they couldn't get closer than strictly appropriate with him. 

They descended the steps towards the parking lot under the Dragon's belly. Izuku got into the back seat while Oguro-san started the car. They took the quiet road to the main street, the mouth of the Dragon could be seen atop the hill and in between the thousand years old trees surrounding it. Oguro-san’s driving had always been fast but steady – always shy of going over the speed limit. Maybe it was a side effect of the remnants of his quirk affecting his thought processes, Izuku thought to himself.

Oguro-san stared at Izuku in the rearview mirror, “Oh? You just thought something offensive about me, didn't you?”

“I have not.” was Izuku's immediate response. “I would never do such a thing.”

“Yes you would.” Oguro-san said, dead certain. “You can't fool me, squirt .”

Izuku was affronted by the remark. “Don't call me that.”

Oguro-san laughed heartily. “But that's what you are, a puny little thing still wet behind the ears—”

“Hey!”

“—a neonate who thinks itself impervious to criticism and the world and already too wise to take advice from older generations.” Oguro-san hadn’t finished his tirade just yet. “You’re an impudent youngster with too much power in his hands.”

Izuku gaped, thrown off by the unexpected rant. “And you're a grizzly bear on a sugar high!”

“Why, thank you!”

“It wasn't a compliment!”

Oguro-san laughed again with his whole body, the scar across his face stretched as he smiled. They stopped at a red light. Izuku pouted. Oguro-san always did it. He always found a way to tease him, to make him feel like a kid barely able to reach his knees – it wasn’t his fault Oguro-san was so big and Izuku small in comparison. He remembered how Oguro-san picked him up as if he weighed nothing when he was little. It was a nice memory, but it only made him think about how he still wasn’t able to be on equal footing with him. 

Izuku noticed Oguro-san turning around and motioning him to come forward to the front of the car. He eyed him suspiciously but Izuku couldn't very well refuse a request from his teacher. Izuku yelped as he was roughly yanked forward, he was then held in a firm chokehold. Oguro-san ruffled his hair, and Izuku tried to get away.

“You didn't do anything wrong. You’re a kid. I know that. Hisashi knows that.” Oguro-san stopped ruffling his hair and simply held him against his side. “Stop making that face already.”

Izuku stopped squirming, holding onto his thick forearm instead. “I didn't do anything wrong?”

“You didn't.”

“Then why is he angry with me?”

“He's not angry with you.”

“Then why did he send me to the doctors with just you if I didn't do anything? He always comes with us. Always. Besides, my next check up was scheduled in two weeks. He moved it. If he does that he always tell me first. He didn’t tell me.”

“Kid, that's not—” Oguro-san sighed, freeing the hold he had on him once the light turned green. “He's just worried.” 

Izuku fell back into his seat in silence.

“Kid, trust me.” Oguro-san said as he drove, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. “I know you don't like unexpected changes but this time it couldn’t be helped. We needed to check if everything was fine with you after the way you used your quirk on the Sports Festival and he couldn't come with us today because he's been swamped with work all week.”

“I did do something wrong then.” Izuku said sullenly.

Oguro-san sighed irritatedly, “ Again. You did not do anything wrong, you stubborn child. Hisashi is just a paranoid snowflake when you're concerned, that's all. If he was angry, which let’s face it that’s unlikely to happen, we wouldn’t be going to the beach. You’re the apple of his eye, for heaven's sake.”

“Are you sure?”

Oguro-san sighed again, “Yes.”

Izuku wasn't entirely convinced but he decided not to annoy him with more questions. He looked outside the window to distract himself with the passing buildings and people walking on the street, completely missing Oguro-san's soft remark: I don't want to be there when he finds out you're going to get scouted for the Hero Course.

The car rolled to a stop not far away from the quiet residential area near Dagobah beach. The sun was slowly setting on the horizon while the ocean undertows raged underneath the surface. Izuku took his time to make his way towards the gazebo at the end of the pier. He could see Hisashi standing alone, back turned to him. He was bathed in golden light, Izuku compared it to the color of his eyes. His eyes are prettier though, Izuku thought.

Izuku was careful when he walked to where Hisashi was standing, he was always quiet on his steps but Hisashi always knew when he was near. This time too, he turned when Izuku wasn't expecting it. Hisashi smiled his usual smile, opening his arms and inviting him to come closer. Izuku was enveloped in his embrace tightly, he couldn't move and he knew he wasn't going to be freed anytime soon – Hisashi's hugs were always like that, enveloping – suffocating. 

“How are you feeling, darling?”

Izuku could hear Hisashi's heartbeat as he pressed his head against his chest. “I have a headache.”

Hisashi tutted, bringing a hand to rub Izuku's back. “It's probably due to the treatment. You need rest, should we go home early?”

Izuku shook his head, his head still pressed against Hisashi's chest. “The sounds here are calming.”

“Okay.” Hisashi said simply. He didn’t ask more questions, he simply stayed there, holding Izuku in his arms.

After a few moments, Izuku asked quietly, “Are you angry with me?”

“Why do you think that, Izuku?” Hisashi asked just as softly.

“You didn't come with me to the doctor. You changed the date of my checkup and you didn’t tell me. And I also asked for that favor last week—the same week I used my quirk more than usual.” Izuku buried his face deeper into Hisashi, squeezing him with his arms to hide the tremors that threatened to become apparent if Hisashi pushed him away.

“Oh no, my sun, my starlight, my dearest, no, please, look up,” Hisashi said softly, trying and failing to pry Izuku away to look at his face. Once it proved futile, he comforted Izuku by rubbing his back again, “I'm sorry, it was never my intention to upset you this way. I should have made room in my schedule today but my duties kept me from you. I swear I'll never leave you alone with those doctors again.”

Slowly, Izuku pulled away enough to look at Hisashi's golden eyes, “You promise?”

“Yes, I promise you, Schätzchen.” Hisashi dabbed at the corner of Izuku's eyes, wiping away unshed tears. “I’m so sorry.”

Hisashi had always been good with words. He had always known what to say to calm Izuku's nerves. He had always known what to do when Izuku felt upset. He was similar to Hitoshi in that regard but while Hitoshi always left him feeling sated, Hisashi never did – Hisashi always left him wanting more of something he couldn't name. There was always a struggle to come back to his senses and not feel like a butterfly in a jar.

“Better?”

“Yeah.”

“Let me soothe some of your worries, okay?” Hisashi said, brushing Izuku’s hair back with his hand. “I'm close to get the approval to get Endeavor into the project. You don't have to worry about making problems for me with your request. I actually needed a top ten Hero for overseas work and he'll actually be perfect for the job thanks to his temperament. He'll probably agree without a fuss too since we hadn't even asked All Might for it. The rivalry between him and the No.1 Hero is infamous so it plays in our favor.”

Hisashi grabbed Izuku’s ear between his fingers, stretching it until Izuku was mildly irritated by the action which in turn amused Hisashi greatly. Izuku pulled his head away from his grasp and Hisashi laughed.

“Regarding your quirk,” Hisashi paused, resting his hands on Izuku’s shoulders and looking straight into his green eyes. “I'm not going to lie. I was worried. I always worry about you. But I'll never be angry with you for using your quirk.” He paused again, tilting his head to the side slightly. “Just let me know beforehand when you try to overextend yourself after your Charm is used up, okay?”

“Okay.” Izuku said, trying hard to not sound half-hearted. Hisashi smiled again, and hugged him again – trapped him again. “By the way, why did you sound so adamant about wanting me to come alone today?”

“Oh, that? I missed you so I wanted you for myself for the rest of the evening.” Hisashi said breezily, like an entitled king. “Well, it's getting late. Let's go before Iwao finishes his fifth cigarette package. We are cooking curry tonight.” He pulled Izuku along. His hand was big and cold, it was always like that.

Once inside the car, Hisashi and Oguro-san began to talk. Izuku sunk into his seat, leaning heavily on Hisashi’s side until his body slowly dropped and until his head was pillowed on Hisashi's thigh. He was wearing bespoke suit pants but he didn’t seem to mind as his big cold hand laid on Izuku’s head comfortingly. His headache came back with a fury. He closed his eyes, he didn't see the shadows under his skin twist and turn until it was fighting itself – he felt he wasn't himself in that moment, he couldn't think straight.

“Sometimes, it feels like—” he said quietly, his eyes closed, the shadows battling inside him – it hurts so much “—my quirk is trying to— tell me something—” 

Hisashi shushed him, “Rest easy, darling, I got you. Everything will be fine.” Hisashi's hands smothered the shadows in Izuku's arms.

Izuku believed him.

He breathed in, leaning into Hisashi's cold touch, the same way he did when he was a child.

Izuku stared at his forearm, watching how his quirk moved under his skin. Izuku thought it was like a fish coming close to the surface to take a peek beyond its world – just to decide it wasn’t worth the effort to stick around. Izuku could sympathize with his quirk not wanting to come out.

The shape of a shaky dark claw was currently stamped on his arm. He was alone in the examination room. He had been alone in the examination room since his quirk destabilized a few days ago. He kicked his feet in the air, looking up for a moment towards the second floor where the one-way windows were located. The doctors must be there. Izuku shivered. He reached for his plush toy, his bunny had seen better days; its left ear had fallen off and its cotton was falling out but despite its state, Izuku hugged it tightly, seeking comfort in its presence.

He wasn’t sure how long he had been in the examination room – Izuku, it’s an isolation room—call it for what it is. We’re animals and here’s where they keep us. Those bastards. That’s mean, brother. They’re never nice to us, so why should we be nice to them? They do mean things all the time. To us. To everybody! I bet they already killed Jack—crap, no, don’t cry, it’s not your fault. Izuku, come on. Yami’s better at this than me. Listen, Izuku, Jack and Yami are fine. They’ll be back before you know it. Don’t cry. We are fine. Everything is fine—

Nothing was fine.

Izuku was the only one left.

He hated being alone.

He thought he was getting better at handling his quirk – but he couldn’t remember what he did. Why they punished him.

Hitoshi said he protected them from the sludge man but Izuku couldn’t remember anything.

He just knew that the man was a test. 

Everything was a test.

We’re animals and here’s where they keep us.

Izuku turned nine and his world was transmuted into a black cosmos.

Shiki was barking orders to his underlines – demanding to salvage every viable asset on sight. Izuku had never seen him so – scared? Izuku looked down, he was covered in blood and black goo. He couldn’t exactly recall what had happened. He just knew it was another test that started it all. They were going to hurt his friends. This time it was really going to be bad . They were going to make him watch. Izuku didn’t want to watch. And then – and then he knew he did something that made Shiki angry – pain bloomed in his entire body for an eternity and then he was falling. 

He woke up on the floor to the sound of two deafening roars echoing in the distance.

The building trembled, the lights in the ceiling flickered, his gaze travelled to it. The black goo was also on the walls. It was spreading everywhere. Instinctively, Izuku knew he was the cause. He felt dizzy. From the blood loss or something else he wasn’t sure. Izuku knew he should be moving, he should go find Hitoshi, Yui and Yousetsu and make sure they were okay but he was really tired. Idly, he wondered why Shiki didn’t kill him when he could. Izuku expected to feel the cold floor but instead he felt himself being lifted. He gazed up. He met the underside of a skull. It was attached to a silky black mane. Its voice rumbled deeply when it realized Izuku had woken up. Its four arms wrapped around him protectively, making him sink deeper into its warm embrace. Izuku was barely conscious by that point. He just breathed out and let darkness and the eerie voice talking to him wash away all his worries.

Some undetermined time after, a man with golden eyes appeared in the isolation room. He had black hair and freckles like Izuku. The beast protecting him growled menacingly in warning. The man kept on walking towards Izuku, smiling; Izuku had never seen someone smile so brightly before. Izuku noticed two other beasts materializing from the goo on the broken windows on the second floor. One of them climbed the wall and then hung from the ceiling – directly above the man standing in front of Izuku.

“Hello there sweetheart, my name is Hisashi.” He was still smiling, golden eyes filled with mirth. He looked like he found something precious and couldn’t believe his luck. “I’m going to take care of you from now on.”

Izuku just stared at him.

The man crouched down, smile softening, “I know you don’t know me but try to give me a chance. I want to help you. And not only you, but also your friends.”

Izuku asked quietly, voice scratchy, “Where are they?”

“Hitoshi is in my care. However, we still need some time to find the other two.” The man said, he looked so earnest – but he was a grown up, Izuku didn’t understand why he looked like wanted to Izuku to believe him. It was strange.

The beasts were growling but they weren’t attacking like they did with everything that came close to him.

“Come with me, Izuku.” Hisashi voice sounded similar to Hitoshi’s when he used his quirk. “I promise I’ll protect you.”

The beast behind Izuku swiped at Hisashi with a thunderous roar. But it didn’t touch Hisashi.

Hisashi’s eyes had been locked on Izuku but he lifted his gaze to look at the beast behind him. “Silence.”

The beasts didn’t make a sound anymore, everything was quiet – they couldn’t move either. Hisashi reached with both hands towards him, “Don’t be afraid. I got you. You won’t be lonely anymore.”

Izuku felt something inside him snap when he left the beast’s embrace – when Hisashi held him against his chest. Izuku began to cry. Suddenly, everything came crashing down, his feelings were overwhelming; every awful thing he thought about was ten times worse. Hisashi hushed him gently, rocking him and rubbing his back comfortingly.

“It’s alright. I’m here.” He kissed his temple. “Everything is going to be fine.”

Izuku didn’t believe him.

𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛
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