This man, should not be at school right now. The rest of my classmates and I watch as Aizawa-sensei walks through the door with his entire face wrapped in bandages.
"Don't concern yourselves over me yet. After all, the battle hasn't really ended for you yet."
What does he mean? More villains? My mind wanders back to the conversation Hitoshi and I had about using your quirks outside of school and without permission. Technically Aizawa told us to not fight but then again, we were left no choice. Or does it even apply to us at all considering we were at a school event.
"UA's sports festival is approaching boys and girls!"
My blood steams with excitement. A sports festival? One where I can show off my skills? One where I can win?!?! I look over to Katsuki who is smirking widely, probably thinking the same thing I am. He glances a me with narrowed crimson eyes, his grin never leaving his face.
"I'm so gonna beat you sweet cheeks!"
"Oh yeah, you're going to be disappointed then."
I smirk back at him. Since after the incident, he's treated me the same way he treats Kirishima and his other friends. Just as if I were one of them, I'm glad he didn't treat me like his enemy anymore the same way he treats Izuku. But then again, I do see Katsuki as a friendly competition to become the strongest.
"...what you should be thinking about is what a big chance the academy's sports festival presents for you all. Our sports festival is one of Japan's biggest events! In days past, the Olympics was the sports festivity that whipped all the nation into a front of enthusiasm, but now, as you know, the extent and population have shrunk and it's lost a lot of substance."
In other words, the sports festival is as important as the Olympics? I cant see this being true, right? In America we would go crazy over the Olympics, selling tee shirts, posters, rooting for our country constantly. When the Olympics were going on, there was not a moment in the house where we didn't have the tv on. I look over to Shoto next to me who was crossing his hands over the bridge of his nose like an intense anime character.
"Shoto? Is the sports festival really that big of a deal?"
He looks at me with slightly widened eyes before he relaxes again, leaning his cheek into the palm of his hand.
"I forget you're not from around here, yeah everyone watches it, whether it be in person or on television. It's the most important event of the year."
"Wow! It must be something then! So does that mean there'll be scouts?"
He nods his head and creates a floating snowflake out of his ice, staring at it deeply.
"Always, this is a big chance for all of us. If you're lucky then an agency will scout you out and you might get a chance to understudy as a sidekick before getting into your solo career."
"Wow!! I'm sure you'll get scouted, I'm just worried about my abilities for the festival."
He quirks a brow at me, suddenly the thought of exhausted purple eyes fill my mind as I shake my head, attempting to not think about him.
"You did extremely well against those villains, after all, you knocked that villain to the ground with ease. I'm sure you'll be able to shock some of the competitors with your abilities and tricks."
I smile widely at the two-toned boy, I guess he's right, I did knock that creepy man to the ground.
"The only question is, to what extent can you use your portals? I couldn't help but notice that you stopped using them towards the end."
"Y-Yeah, I can't use them a ton, they exhaust me and if I'm careless and enter the other dimension then the exit might close on me, leaving me trapped."
"Then that's something you'll need to train on."
"Naturally,"
Aizawa cuts all of our talking off, causing us to silence and stare back at the injured hero.
"Entering the squad of a famous hero will get you higher status and more experience. Remember, time is limited. If you get noticed by a pro, that gives you the standing for a brighter future than otherwise. This is the chance you'll get only once a year...for a total of three chances. If you aim to be a hero, this is an event you can't overlook!"
We didn't get a chance to discuss this until our lunch break after our literature class ended. Since learning about it in homeroom, I've hardly been able to concentrate. Same with everyone else as we buzzed excitedly to ourselves, I even saw some people pass notes talking about it. Now that we got the chance, everyone was standing, rambling about how they're going to bring all they got and no one will stop them. Even Ochako got into the spirit of things, giving a deadly aura off, intimidating those around her. I found Katsuki silently grinning in his seat, the same thing he's been doing since we heard the news. I got up and sat in the chair in front of him, leaning over the part where you'd rest your back. He looked annoyed with me, leaning in close to my face.
"What're you doing idiot?"
His fists clenched, his defiant and challenging smirk never left his face, obviously trying to intimidate me.
"Be my friend."
"What? Idiot, don't just demand that."
He smirked again, leaning back in his chair as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I said, be my friend. We have a mutual dislike for each other so that's obviously how it works you know?"
He looked at me with a stupid expression on his face as I smiled at him.
"Are you f****** serious? That's not how that friendship thing works."
"Yes it is, we have to be friends, plus you're being nicer to me."
He scoffed, looking in the direction of the classroom door as I took out my lunchbox and began digging into my food. He did the same and began eating the contents of his bento. Neither of us talked to each other but somehow we ended up seeing who could eat the fastest. He of course won, despite me starting earlier than him.
"Hey Katsuki?"
"Who gave you the permission to call me that you stupid brat?!"
"We're friends now aren't we? Isn't that how it works in Japan?"
He scoffed, leaning into the palm of his hand as he glared at me.
"No, not unless I f****** gave you permission, got it?"
I nod slowly, still eating my macaroni and cheese.
"But since you're and idiot and won't remember, then you can."
AWH! He just needs a friend.
"Anyways, Katsuki, do we only go up against each other?"
"No, we go against all the other classes, not that those extras can do anything. The real challenge is in between us."
"Hmm, anyone you especially want to fight?"
I think about Hitoshi in the general studies class, he never told me his quirk, nor did he seem to have any interest in fighting. I wonder if he'll participate. I look at Katsuki, still waiting for an answer as he smirked, staring at Shoto in the corner of the room.
"Icy over there, and you."
He turned his attention back on me, his crimson eyes glowering at me.
"Good luck with that, you won't even be able to lay a mark on me."
"Yeah, you're right princess, You won't even make it far enough to fight me."
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The final bell rang as we all got up to gather our items to head home. We have exactly two weeks to train our hardest until the sports festival, meaning I was going to train my endurance and definitely my hand to hand combat skills.
"What the heck!!?!"
Outside of our classroom was a hoard of students, all peeking their heads in to get a good look at us. I watch Iida hold onto the door tightly, as he was the one who discovered them. I tap Izuku on the shoulder and point towards the door. Katsuki walked up next to the two of us with his hands in his pockets and a glare on his face as we all stared at the abundance of people.
"Katsuki, whatchu' think they're doing?"
I nudge him with my shoulder and he began to walk forward to get closer to the door. Izuku and I share a worried look, homeboy about to cause more ruckus and mess than there already was.
"They're scoping out the competition idiot, they wanna see the gang who came through the villain ambush. These a**holes want to check us out before the battle."
Izuku and I rush forward, Izuku immediately began apologizing to the students for Katsuki's natural rudeness as I attempted to pull him back into the room. Of course I hesitated, not wanting him to blow up in my face.
"It's pointless to try, so why don't you just f*** off, extras."
I hear Iida nervously reprimand him, as Katsuki aggressively glares at the other students of UA. Suddenly messy purple hair came into view, my breath hitched in my throat and I immediately began to feel my heart thumping harshly against my chest.
"I came to see what you kids are made of, but I didn't think you'd be this arrogant. Are all kids enrolled at the department of heroics this way?"
I felt a sharp sting in my chest at Hitoshi's words, no of course not, he doesn't think I'm arrogant at all, right? His lavender eyes find my blue ones as he sends a smirk in my direction.
"All except one at least."
I inhale sharply, the blood rushing immediately to my face as I feel the bridge of my nose and my neck warm up.
"I'm a bit disillusioned, so that's it huh? There's lots of kids who wind up in the general studies course or other departments because they failed the heroics one. Do you know that?"
No, I didn't. I watch Hitoshi rub the back of his neck, looking completely bored with the situation. Does this mean he always wanted to be a hero? Is that why he didn't talk to me much about general studies? Then why wouldn't he tell me more about his quirk?
"And based on the results of the sports festival, people can be reviewed to transfer to heroics."
So that's his goal all along?
"And the reverse is also a possible outcome...scoping out the competition? If nothing else, a general Ed. kid like me is thinking 'hey, why don't I try pulling the rug right out from under those heroics kids while they're on their high horses?' Consider it a declaration of war."
He glared at all of us defiantly, suddenly a gray haired kid with weird rings around his eyes began to shout at us. I didn't pay attention, he didn't matter, all I could think about was the purple haired boy that just challenged us. He made eye contact with me again, his facial features never softened like I thought they would, like I wanted them to. My heart panged in my chest as I stared at him.
"Declare war, huh?"
I mumbled, laughing softly to myself. So this was all just a way to get to the hero course? All except one at least. I look back up to him, a large smile gracing my lips. Oh, I'll give him a war all right. He smiled back at me and caught me completely off guard like always.
"Don't embarrass us during the main event, you hear me?!"
Katsuki stepped forward, the cold stare in his eyes never left since the incident first occurred.
"Wait a second man, what did you just do?! Now we're gonna get haters all up in our grill!"
Kirishima stepped forward quickly, along with Izuku and Iida.
"It doesn't matter. None of that matters once you're at the top."
With those final words, Katsuki pushed through the crowd. I tightened my grip on my bag and walked forward, ready to leave the school and get home as quick as possible, maybe if I get there a little early I can train a bit before I have to cook dinner. As I began to walk past Hitoshi, he stared down at me with soft purple eyes. His hand quickly grabbed my forearm, his grip wasn't tight whatsoever; in fact, his hand felt soft as he cradled my arm despite his calloused hands. Kirishima and Izuku quickly stepped forward.
"H-Hey!"
Hitoshi ignored them and softly turned me around to face him. My heart exploded and my skin felt burning hot in the area that he touched. He smiled softly at me and moved some of my black strands of hair out of my face.
"I'll see you tomorrow right?"
I nod quickly, the blush spreading furiously to my cheeks.
"Just like always!"
(Oof, I hope the format came out right, I published this on my phone.)