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Hope’s Peak was considered one of if not the best hero academies in Japan. Its only rival being U-A high, which had quickly risen to prominence in previous years. Many believed that Hope’s Peak’s scouting methods were outdated. That U-A’s entrance exam was the best way to find new young heroes.
The two schools quickly formed a type of rivalry. The ultimates of Hope’s Peak and the ‘new generation’ of U-A continually going at each other, trying to prove themselves better. It had all acclimated in the broadcasting of a tournament between the two.
Present Mic’s voice boomed as he addressed the crowd, “Welcome all you listeners to this great event! The deciding match between Hope’s Peak and U-A!”
The crowd roared, the stadium doors opening to reveal the competitors of the finale match. One end of the arena held a boy with spiky hair, one prominent spike on the top, a baggy hoodie, and pants. In the other, a green-haired boy in the standard issue U-A gym uniform.
Mic spoke again, catching the audience's attention, “In one corner, we have Makoto Naegi, his quirk probability allowing him to change the odds of anything in his favor. But let's see if he can withstand the might of Izuku Midoriya and his quirk superpower, letting him enhance his speed and strength or condense it into one limb and deliver a devastating attack to him and his opponent. The rules are simple. The first one to push his opponent out of the ring wins!”
At that, a bell sounded. Izuku rushing forward, encased in green electricity, before dissipating. Jumping up and drawing his arm back, Makoto jumped to the side. The force of the greenette’s punch creating ripples in the air.
Makoto crouched down, placing his hand on the ring before punching at Izuku’s midsection, colliding with the boy's stomach. The greenette stumbling back, the brunette taking the chance to try to sweep his legs. The U-A student jumping at the motion dodging while staying within the ring by a small margin.
Izuku threw up a kick, Makoto dodging by a hair. The sheer force pushing him back. The greenette drew his fist back again, readying another punch. As he fired the attack aiming for the ultimate’s head, the ground began to shake.
A grin grew on Makoto's face as confusion covered Izuku’s. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh as he said, “Weird earthquake, huh?”
Makoto sent a series of rapid-fire punches to Izuku’s face. The greenette’s nose blooded as the ground steadied. He used full cowling again, grabbing Makoto’s fist as he punched again.
Izuku threw Makoto’s hand away, sending the brunette flying. Makoto twisted and turned in the air, planting his feet back on solid ground and slowing himself enough to stay in the ring.
The brunette charged forward but stopped as the stadium shook. The two students looked around as the cheers turned to screams, and the wall started to crumble. As cement and rubble fell to the ground, a figure began to emerge.
They appeared to be a man with spiky black hair. Charred purple skin covered the lower half of his face, with it seemingly, running down his arms as it poked out from under the sleeves of his trench coat.
“WHAT!” Present Mic’s voice echoed across the now crumbling arena. His original showmanship dropped for anger and confusion as he said, “Everyone, evacuate now! Vilaillns have infiltrated the stadium! I repeat, Vilaillns are in the stadium, EVACUATE!”
The screams grew louder as the thud of shoes and the crash of bodies against each other began to mingle. Makoto looked over to Izuku, the greenette having regained his composure as he shot forward, his fist rocketing towards and through the man’s chest.
Makoto stood slack-jawed as the man seemed to explode outwards around Izuku’s fist. As the brunette looked on, he noticed their assailant smile, his body turning to a sludge-like mud. He raised his hand, blinding blue flames engulfing it before collapsing into a puddle of the same mud-like sludge. Izuku went flying back, forced by the sheer heat of the flare.
Before either could react, three more figures rushed into the open. Izuku, who had recovered his bearings, wrapped himself in his aura again.
The man from before and a girl with a manic smile revealed themselves. The girl charged toward Izuku, two needle-like canisters in her hands. Makoto tried to get to Izuku’s side but soon felt himself fall as his leg flew out from under him.
Looking down, he saw bandages wrapping around him. He reached down to try and untangle himself, but before he could, he felt more wrapped around his arms and other leg. He felt his limbs as they tied together, becoming two useless appendages as someone walked towards him.
The wrappings twisted and tightened as they lifted Makoto off the ground allowing him to be eye level with his capture. As the bandages pulled him up, he began to really look at her, noticing her pink and white nurse's uniform, the bandages wrapped around her arms and legs, and her choppy but in-place hair.
His breath began to hitch, not from his tightening bindings but from the face he saw looking back at him. The greyish-purple eyes, the tiny smile playing at their features, and the nervous way she played with her hands.
There was no doubt in his mind as he said, his voice shaking, “Mi...Mikan?” She laughed, a small cute laugh as she said, “I-it’s me, yes. Are you happy to see me?” Her eyes widened as she frantically said, S-Sorry if I made you worry!”
Makoto was dumb-struck, struggling to make a coherent sentence as Mikan continued, “I didn’t mean to be gone so long, but it just happened, and I wanted it to be a surprise.” Makoto eyed her in confusion before seeing her reach into the pocket of her apron, pulling out a syringe filled with a see-through pink liquid.
Mikan plunged it into Makoto’s neck. The world began to spin and darken as his vision began to fail him. But before he fell unconscious, he heard Mikan say, “Soon, my beloved, soon.”