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"Now then, it's about time we get started!" Midnight yelled out as the timer for creating teams finally made its descent to zero. She did a few stretches with her arms since they were tense from standing around and doing nothing for the whole time, satisfying pops making her smile lightly.
The crowd's chatter became even louder as they anticipated just what this next event would look like, some pro heroes in the crowd already considering what students they wanted to intern with.
"Come on, wake up, Eraser!" Mic said as he smiled and pat his friend's shoulder. Aizawa, waking up from Mic's loud voice, gave him a short glare before sitting up and paying attention to continue the commentary.
"After fifteen minutes to form teams and talk strategy, twelve cavalry teams are lined up on the field!"
Aizawa tiredly scanned the small groups below and muttered how the groups were interesting, his focus mainly being on (Y/N) who was teamed with someone from another class. He figured she would team with someone like Mina or Midoriya, but it seems she had other plans than joining her friends.
"NOW, RAISE THOSE BATTLE CRIES! IT'S TIME FOR U.A.'S BLOODY BATTLE! LIGHT THE SIGNAL FIRE!" Present Mic's infectious enthusiasm encouraged the crowd to cheer even louder, the teams below beginning to get into formation so the event could start.
(Y/N) angrily adjusted the boy atop her shoulders while her two other teammates stood dazed. Shinso smiled victoriously down at the masked girl as the both of them had been arguing over who would be the rider, and (Y/N) eventually gave in.
Still spiteful of not being able to be the rider, (Y/N) made a point to show her frustration by pinching his thigh as the time for the event to start was approaching. Tensions arose between the groups of students looking to steal other group's points, but the tension with (Y/N)'s group resided against her own.
Shinso ignored (Y/N)'s petty move to instead assess the teams around him, noticing some eyes lingering onto his group. Maybe he would have been better off with not having (Y/N) join since her points accumulated to quite a bit with the rest of the group, so some people may target them. He eventually shrugged off the thought and sat determined knowing the plans formed from the two's combined thoughts would come in handy either way.
"Alright, you've made your teams! I'm not going to ask if you're ready or not!" Mic shouted out, his voice echoing through the arena as everyone anticipated his incoming countdown. The groups stopped their side chatter as most put their focus on one target, the 10 million points.
"Three!"
As the countdown began, (Y/N)'s eyes trailed to the groups she would especially keep her eyes on. Bakugo had narrowed his eyes as he glared down at Midoriya, his group consisting of him, Kirishima, Mina, and Sero.
"Two!"
Sitting as stoic as ever with a glint of determination, Todoroki sat atop his group consisting of Iida, Momo, and Kaminari as the rider. His eyes bore blazing holes into Midoriya's prized headband.
"One!"
And finally, Midoriya's group, made up of him, Ochako, Tokoyami and a pink haired girl who (Y/N) had yet to meet.
"Start!"
With a huff of amusement, (Y/N) quickly moved to the left as a group had feigned going towards Midoriya to instead head over towards her group. Shinso narrowed his eyes at them before whispering something so that only his group could hear.
"Don't bother wasting up too much of your energy. If they manage to get our points, it won't matter in the end." With a nod of agreement, (Y/N) moved in sync with the two brainwashed students to scout out how many points each team currently had.
"...I feel like falling asleep here and now. This is why I wanted to be the rider." (Y/N) mumbled out while jogging with her group, the focus of others not fully being on them for the time being.
Shinso looked down at the (H/C) haired girl as she stubbornly kept complaining about having to walk and run everywhere even though it would be part of the plan.
"Alright, I get it. I'll treat you to a drink afterwards, okay?" Shinso said with a roll of his eyes as he kept observing the groups, (Y/N) giving a small nod as she continued to do the same.
Meanwhile, everyone chased Midoriya's team like he just opened a pack of gum. They could be seen flying around the arena dodging nearly all of the groups as they desperately held onto the 10 million points.
The crowd cheered on, chanting to steal the green haired boy's points, the anticipation fueling even the crowd's adrenaline as they watched many come close but fail to get them. Loud explosions rang throughout the arena, everyone's eyes scanning the playing field looking for the culprit.
"DON'T GET CARRIED AWAY! DAMN IT!!" Bakugo yelled as he boosted himself upwards towards Midoriya's group with his explosions. He came face to face with the group, despite them being so far above the arena, ultimately separating himself from his own group. He ignited his palm with fiery explosions, outstretching his hand in hopes to stun the group and steal the points.
"TOKOYAMI!" Midoriya cried out to which Tokoyami immediately reacted by summoning dark shadow.
The wave of explosions entered their vision but was blocked by dark shadow, the creature cowering back at the bright light from the explosions but did its best to hinder the attack. Even that wasn't enough to stop the full impact as Midoriya clutched his hands in front of his face from the sheer heat of the explosion. The crowd roared in excitement from seeing such a daring stunt from the blonde-haired student, present mic letting out a yell of bafflement with them.
"Uwahhh?! He's gotten separated from his horses!"
"What's with that guy!?"
"Is that okay?!"
As Bakugo began to falter from the loss of momentum, a string of tape attached to him and pulled him back towards his horses, Kirishima yelling out a "Nice catch!"
Midnight then announced she excused the action, mentioning that it was a technicality since he had not touched the ground.
Meanwhile, everyone stood clear from a particular group who seemed to not even care for grabbing points but instead have internal group problems, mostly between two members.
"...Pull my hair one more time and trust me when I say we will be disqualified."
"But you're supposed to be the horse, what else do I use as the reign?"
"Okay, that's it--"
Shinso put his hand up, palms facing in front of him as he shook his head.
"I'm kidding! I'll stop."
(Y/N) had an irk mark as she stood straight, her arms positioned behind her awkwardly as she debated whether or not to drop Shinso on his ass and then leave. They had managed to snag some points when teams were distracted, enough to possibly allow them into the next round, but (Y/N) was unsatisfied which led to disagreements.
"Less than half the time is left now!" Present mic announced as tensions rose between all the groups, Todoroki cornering Midoriya as they faced off for the 10 million points.
"Looks like it's time to get serious—"
Shinso was caught off from his thoughts at the sound of sinister laughing. Both him and (Y/N) looked towards their right to see Shoji running towards them, unable to locate the laughing and they couldn't tell if the source was directly from him or not with his mask.
"We will be taking those points! Forgive me, dear [ F/F/N ]!" The muffled raspy voice became louder the closer Shoji moved towards their group, his arms parting slightly to show Mineta shrouded in darkness.
Shinso clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes at the incoming group. (Y/N) turned to face them fully and went on guard, eyeing Shoji as he came within a few feet.
Something glinted within the darkness Mineta remained in, (Y/N) wondering just what it was. Her eyes widened as she quickly deduced Mineta wasn't the only one in there.
"Shinso, Watch out!" She yelled out as a long pink tongue shot from the darkness and towards their headbands.
Shinso quickly reacted as he turned his head to the left, the tongue barely missing him but managing to Knick off one of the headbands, the thin white cloth fluttering to the ground.
"Damnit! Get back or they will take more, we don't need that one!" (Y/N) said as the group began to retreat, knowing they would be going nowhere if they engaged with the group. They were trapped when Mineta than began throwing the balls from atop his head, making the only way for them to proceed in Shoji's direction.
"Tch, we can't even see their points!" Shinso angrily said while tightening his grip on (Y/N)'s shoulders.
"...His balls are really sticky, make sure not to step on them." (Y/N) informed him while looking for an opening, the two groups facing off in the arena of balls.
"Please, don't ever say that again." Shinso deadpanned as he held back the urge to laugh at her wording.
"Now's not the time to be talking casually, Ribbit. There's not much remaining anyways."
Shinso and (Y/N)'s group desperately continued to evade the incoming attacks from Tsuyu, Mineta crying and touching his bleeding head from the sheer number of balls he threw. They were getting closer and closer to being trapped in the sticky balls each time they evaded, and it began to worry them.
"Shit! It's okay, it will work out!" Shinso reassured as his eyes darted to the timer and the current situation that they were stuck in.
(Y/N) then made a loud exclamation saying she suddenly had an idea, informing Shinso to pinch her later for not thinking of it sooner.
She pulled out her stand and immediately deflected an attack from Tsuyu, managing to make her stagger back a bit within Shoji's arms. She then assessed whether or not the group would be able to fit, stretching her stand to become less fluffy and having more surface area to hold the four in the group up. This tactic was very forgettable and wasn't used much, so it had slipped her mind that this was a possibility.
"Get closer together and jump on my signal!" (Y/N) yelled out making Shinso nod and relay the command to his brainwashed peers.
"..."
The brainwashed students and (Y/N) had their knees in a bent position as they carefully watched for any moves from the other group. After deflecting Tsuyu's tongue one last time, (Y/N) knew this was their chance as the time for Tsu's tongue to return and fly out again would give them the opportunity to escape.
"NOW!"
The group jumped in the air, (Y/N)'s stand swooping below to grab them up and move them out of the ring Mineta had created, effectively trapping Shoji's group in their own trap.
There was muffled shouting from Mineta as Shoji ran around looking for a way to leave the makeshift ring, Mineta unable to get down and retrieve the balls without him being disqualified.
"Definitely should have thought of that sooner." Shinso said as he reached his hand down and pinched (Y/N)'s ear. She pursed her lips together and her head lowered, her mask covering an amused expression. Little time remained as chaos ensued on the field, the cheers from pro heroes deafening as they encouraged their favorite students to get more points.