𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞; 𝐚 𝐁𝐍𝐇𝐀 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[8] Ready, Fight! Sports Festival

  The aftermath of the recent events had left Class 1-A buzzing with excitement. News coverage and interview requests only fueled their enthusiasm, with everyone eager to share their experience of being at the center of the action. The memory of All Might's clash with the bird villain was etched into their minds, a testament to the power and heroism they had witnessed.

"Those guys were going wild, kicking villain ass left and right!" Kaminari exclaimed, pointing animatedly at the four Kamen Riders. "You were amazing out there, Shotaro," he said, giving him a playful punch on the shoulder. "Yaoyorozu's quick thinking with that sheet allowed me to unleash my full power!"

"Your guns are seriously cool!" Kaminari continued, mimicking the march of a thousand demons and making 'bang' sounds with finger guns. "I may be good, but there's always someone stronger," Shotaro humbly admitted.

"We've all got a long way to go, although some of us might have it a bit easier," Amaegaru chimed in, adding his perspective to the conversation. But before they could delve deeper into the topic, Iida burst into the classroom, his sense of urgency palpable.

"Everyone, morning homeroom is about to start! Please take your seats!" Iida called out, frantically waving his arms. He was taken aback to find everyone already seated and waiting.

"We're already in our seats..."

"You're the only one who isn't," Kaminari teased, causing Iida to slump in his chair, defeated. "Don't worry about it!" Uraraka reassured him with a thumbs-up, while Ashido leaned back in her chair, curious about who would be taking the class today.

"Well, Mr. Aizawa is supposed to be in the hospital, recovering from his injuries," Tsuyu deduced, her analytical mind at work. "I highly doubt it'll be him."

Tarou chimed in confidently, "Knowing our teacher, he'd seize any chance to escape the class if he could." However, their assumptions were shattered when the classroom door slid open, revealing a mummified Aizawa.

"Good morning," Aizawa's voice was slightly muffled through the bandages, but his greeting was clear.

"Mr. Aizawa, you're back so soon!" the class exclaimed in unison.

"You're a real pro, Aizawa-sensei," Kaminari chuckled, impressed by his quick recovery.

"Is that even healthy?" Amaegaru pondered aloud, questioning his teacher's seemingly boundless pain tolerance.

"So, you're alright, Aizawa-sensei?" Iida asked, voicing the question that lingered in everyone's mind.

"Can you really call that 'alright'?" Uraraka chimed in, concern evident in her voice.

"My well-being doesn't matter. What's important is that the fight isn't over yet," Aizawa stated resolutely, making his way to the front of the class. Even with bandages covering his injuries, his aura still sent shivers down their spines. Murmurs filled the room as everyone speculated about what this could mean.

"Fight..." "Could it be...?" "Are the villains going to attack again...?"

"The U.A. Sports Festival is approaching," Aizawa announced, breaking the suspense.

"Ugh! Why would you scare us like that?" the students collectively thought, their tension now turning into relief.

"Wait a minute..." Kaminari interrupted, considering the timing of the event. "Is it really okay to have a sports festival so soon after the villains infiltrated the school?"

"What if they attack us again during the festival?" Ojiro voiced his concerns, remembering the chaos of the previous encounter.

"Apparently, holding the sports festival is U.A.'s way of showing that our crisis management system is solid as a rock. They also plan to strengthen security fivefold compared to previous years," Aizawa explained, shedding light on the situation.