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After two long, exhausting weeks of training, the day of the First Years’ Sports Festival was finally upon the students of Class 1-A. With the events of the USJ still fresh in their minds, the students had trained religiously throughout the last two weeks, continuously pushing themselves beyond their previous limits. Many of them had worked in pairs or small groups with only a select few deciding to work independently from everyone else.
With training wrapping up much later than usual the night before, Izuku and Momo had noticed a few students still held some self-doubt, while many shared the nervous excitement for what possibly awaited them. Knowing that many of their classmates would opt to get as much rest as they could, possibly skipping breakfast in the process, Izuku and Momo decided to wake up early and cook breakfast for their classmates. Once they had informed Denki and Kyouka of their plans, the two were quick to jump on board, agreeing to wake up early with them and help them prepare.
When the sun broke the horizon the next morning, casting Heights Alliance in a warm morning glow, four students were already awake and cooking in the dorm’s kitchen. Taking their classmates’ dietary requirements and preferences into consideration as noted on the UA App, ingredients were pulled out and spread across the massive counter in preparation. With Izuku’s and Momo’s focus on cooking the main dishes, Denki and Kyouka were focused on preparing the ingredients and handing them to the couple beside them, knowing they were much more experienced in the cooking department.
When the four of them had started cooking together in the mornings a couple of weeks ago, it had taken them a few days to learn where everyone worked best. The first time they had all cooked together resulted in multiple messes, mostly due to Denki getting too excited and Kyouka reacting to his excitement. This caused Izuku and Momo to begin giggling at their friends’ antics before the other couple joined in. It’s safe to say the kitchen had never been messier (or cleaner) once they had finished cooking that day.
Two weeks later, anybody who witnessed the four of them cooking believed they were putting on a show, working together like a well-oiled machine. With some background music provided by Kyouka’s bluetooth speaker, the four had fallen into a perfect rhythm, continuously dancing around each other as they cooked and prepared breakfast.
As the mouth-watering smell of breakfast began flowing into the rest of the dorms, rising through the many floors like a fog slowly overcoming a building, a handful of their early-riser classmates began trickling into the common or dining room. A few peeked into the dorm’s shared kitchen, greeting the four cooking students a good morning, before opting to take a seat and watch the show.
Just before the food was finished cooking, Momo had broken away from the stove to wash her hands. Pulling out her HeroPhone, she sent a text message to the Class 1-A group chat before sending an invite to their teachers. A few of the students had responded instantly, claiming they could smell the food in their dorm rooms, before they began making their way down into the dining room. Momo was happy to see Oboro and Nemuri accept their invite, telling her they would be over in a moment, while simultaneously understanding why Toshinori had declined her offer.
Once Momo had finished sending off the text messages, she had turned around at the same time Izuku had turned off the stove. With all the cooking done, the four had begun bringing the food into the dining room, placing the plates in a neat row down the center of the table. Just as they were placing the last plate, the rest of their classmates walked through the door, sitting down in any free seat that was still available. Izuku and Momo thanked their friends for their help, telling them to sit and enjoy, informing them they wanted to say a few things before they began themselves.
Izuku and Momo looked over the table, unable to keep the small smiles off their faces as they watched their classmates enjoy the food, hearing the praise of how good it tasted and thanking the four of them for cooking. Even Oboro and Nemuri were surprised at how good the food tasted, both teachers knowing the Yaoyorozus had their own personal chefs and never had to cook for themselves.
“As you all enjoy the food that we have prepared,” Izuku interrupted the meal, his voice carrying clearly throughout the dining room, causing their classmates to look towards the two. “Mo and I would like to say a few things before the Sports Festival later this morning.” Momo nodded in agreement beside Izuku, looking over the rest of the table to make sure everyone was paying attention.
“Over the last two weeks,” Momo began, her voice carrying similarly to Izuku’s, “we’ve had the pleasure of witnessing how hard everyone worked in their training for the Sports Festival.”
“We watched as many of you pushed yourselves beyond your limits, the desire to improve fueling your motivation,” Izuku continued, “but you didn’t stop there. Throughout the last two weeks, we witnessed many of you helping your fellow classmates when they faltered, encouraging them to not give up and push past their own limits.”
“Because of how hard everyone worked, and knowing some of you would have preferred to skip breakfast altogether,” Momo explained with a smirk, looking towards Himiko and Ochako, one smiling with a full-fanged smile, while the other blushed, smiled, and looked away. “Kyouka, Denki, Izuku, and I decided to cook everyone this wonderful breakfast.”
“We’ve tried to keep everyone’s dietary requirements and preferences in mind,” Izuku continued, “and we apologize if we happened to miss yours. Please let one of us know and we can make you something that fits your dietary needs.”
“With the Sports Festival in mind,” Momo explained, “we cooked as many high-energy foods as we could while simultaneously keeping them on the lighter side, with hopes that everyone would feel prepared for the day ahead without feeling bloated.” Momo watched as many of their classmates nodded in understanding, looking over all the different plates of food along the table.
“That is everything we wanted to say,” Izuku told them as he looked over the table himself, “and we hope you enjoy the food!”
“Thank you for the food!” The class chorused before they began digging into their plates once more, a satisfied smile on many of their faces, indicating they were loving the meal.
As Izuku and Momo sat down in their saved seats beside their friends, beginning to fill their plates as they chatted quietly with those around them, Katsuki could only huff and cross his arms from his spot across the table. He had looked over all the delicious smelling and perfectly made food as he sat down, something in the back of his mind telling him he should have been the one cooking. He wasn't sure if he was even allowed to have any of the food, considering the relation he had with Class 1-A, especially the four that had cooked that morning.
“The more you look at it, Kero, the colder it’s going to get,” Tsuyu pointed out in the seat beside him, her plate already full with a little bit of everything.
Katsuki huffed as he looked away, taking his eyes off the food and the people around him. “Ain’t spicy enough,” he said, the excuse rolling off his tongue easily. Hearing a soft clink, like glass being placed on a plate, Katsuki looked toward the source of the sound. Directly in the center of his plate, which wasn't there when he sat down, was a familiar bottle he recognized but couldn't recall from where. It appeared to be a bottle full of spices, with a custom label that read ‘Bakugo's Spices. Extremely Hot! DO NOT TOUCH!’. “Where the fuck did this come from?” Katsuki asked quietly as he picked up the bottle.
“Kero,” Tsuyu ribbited happily as she swallowed before looking towards Katsuki. “I don't know. It was sitting in front of my plate when I sat down. Kero, did you not bring it with you?”
“No,” Katsuki responded simply as he grabbed the closest plate of food, putting a small portion onto his own plate. He sprinkled a small amount of ‘Bakugo Spices’ on top before picking up the food with some chopsticks and taking a bite. As soon as the taste registered in his mouth, he was instantly transported back into the past, his eyes blown wide in recognition. He looked across the table towards the only person who would know the combination, watching as Izuku began filling his plate with a second filling, continuing to chat with his friends around him.
The mixture of spices was something that Auntie Inko had created years ago, back when the two boys were still young and were still friends. Ever since he first tried the mixture, it automatically became his favorite, and he tried for years to recreate it without any success. After he had run out of his last bottle years ago, not long after the Midoriyas had disappeared, he accepted he'd never be able to experience it again.
Looking towards the bottle once more, he recognized the almost perfect replica of four-year-old Izuku's handwriting, realizing why it had looked familiar when he first read it. “Auntie…” Katsuki whispered breathlessly, thinking about all the dinners Inko had cooked, and that he had shared with Izuku.
“Did you say something, Bakugo?” Tsuyu asked curiously, knocking Katsuki out of his memories. He turned to the girl beside him, seeing the question behind her eyes.
“I…” he began but stopped himself, shaking his head lightly as he looked back towards Tsuyu, “it's not important right now. Just something else I have to live with.” Tsuyu nodded in understanding, knowing he had been realizing that a lot recently. “Can you pass that plate?” Katsuki asked as he pointed towards something just out of reach, “it’s been forever since I had it.” Tsuyu grabbed the plate for Katsuki before passing it along to him. “Thanks,” he whispered before taking a large amount of what was on the plate before dumping a good amount of his spices on top.
As Katsuki began eating, closing his eyes and enjoying the flavor of food combined with the perfect mixture of spices, he missed the sidelong glance from Izuku before he returned to his own food.
Once everyone had finished their breakfast, a few of the students volunteered to clean up, giving the four friends a break after cooking. After everything was cleaned up and everyone was changed into their provided DNA gym uniforms, Class 1-A started making their way towards the Sports Festival Stadium on the other side of campus. Oboro and Nemuri had broken off from Class 1-A when they left Heights Alliance, claiming they needed to take care of a few more things before the festival started in earnest.
As they passed the entrance gate, they noticed the massive amount of people beyond, waiting to join the ever-growing crowd of people already on campus. Down the main pathway towards the stadium was a long line of stalls put together by Gen Ed and Business Course students, some offering food while others offered merchandise.
Leading Class 1-A towards their designated waiting room, Izuku and Momo couldn't hold back their excitement about finally participating in their own Sports Festival. Throughout the years, the two had watched each class compete in the Sports Festivals year after year, watching and analyzing all the different students and quirks. When they were younger, they had spent three consecutive days camped in their pillow fort in the Yaoyorozu Home Theatre. As they grew older, Miyuki and Inko got VIP tickets for the four of them, giving them their own section within the stadium to watch the Sports Festival live.
With all their experience watching the Sports Festivals throughout the years, the two class reps began informing their classmates of what they should be expecting from each round. They explained they should be prepared for anything as UA changed the events year to year to keep it interesting, never repeating the same event more than two years in a row.
The first round would consist of a ‘free-for-all’ event, where students would compete against each other in some kind of race to the finish. They mentioned the points system, explaining that the higher you placed throughout the first round, the more points you were able to use in the second, keeping the first-place penalty to themselves. They informed their peers to listen to the rules carefully, explaining there was usually a loophole that didn’t stop students from working together in the first round if they so choose.
The second round was always team-based, regardless of what the event might be. It was to show how students were able to quickly adapt and make teams, even with people and quirks they didn't know well, so they could work towards a common goal. The size of the teams varied from year to year, with the limits ranging from two-person teams up to eight-person teams. They explained that even a smaller number of students were able to pass this round, usually seeing eight or sixteen but have seen thirty-two in previous Sports Festivals.
Which led to an explanation of the third and final round of the Sports Festival. Izuku and Momo told their classmates that the third round would always be a tournament of some kind, going on to tell them what they had witnessed in the past. Many of the tournaments featured one-on-one fights switching between different rules, with one year even doing one-on-one spars without the use of quirks. A handful of the years showed two-on-two fights, with similar rules to the one-on-one fights just with twice as many people. Another year had competitors use foam swords against one another, but both claimed it had only happened the one year, and the rules were finicky at the time.
Just as the class reps finished telling their peers of their knowledge of previous Sports Festivals, Class 1-A found themselves arriving at their waiting room, allowing the students to enter and begin preparing themselves for the event ahead. Many of their classmates split into their own little groups, either talking strategies with the new information they were given or guessing which events might await them during the Sports Festival. Others had decided to either sit by themselves or with a few others, but they opted to keep quiet and close their eyes, calming their nerves as they waited for their class to be called.
Momo had guided their small friend group to one of the corners with enough seats for the six of them. Taking a seat, she wrapped her arms around Izuku's waist before pulling him into her lap. He chuckled softly, a dusting of a blush on his cheeks before he leaned down and captured Momo's lips with his own. Hearing a squeal from beside them, Izuku and Momo turned towards the couple beside them. They watched as Himiko pulled Ochako into her lap before tackling the girl with soft kisses all over her face and on his neck, causing Ochako to laugh in delight.
Denki looked towards Kyouka with a smile, watching as she raised an eyebrow in question. He reached out to wrap his arms around her waist before she stopped him by wrapping her ear jacks around his wrists. Kyouka intertwined their hands instead, pulling them closer to each other. “Not in public,” Kyouka whispered, “I don't mind in front of Yaomomo, Green, Himiko, or Ochako, but not in front of everyone else.”
“Sorry, Ky.”
“Don't apologize,” Kyouka responded with a soft smile, looking into Denki's yellow eyes. “I enjoy it just as much as you, but I don't have the confidence to enjoy it openly like the others do.” Kyouka bit her lip softly, before giving Denki a chaste kiss. “Not yet, at least.” She guided them into seats beside Izuku and Momo, making sure Denki sat first so she could throw her legs on top of his. He pulled her legs closer to himself before beginning to draw small circles into her calves, causing them both to smile softly at one another.
“Midoriya, Yaoyorozu,” Shoto said in front of them, knocking the small friend group out of their little bubble. The once lively room had fallen silent when Shoto spoke, many turning to focus on the conversion, intrigued by what the normally quiet boy had to say. “Even with you two sharing quirks, you cannot compete with my strength. I will win the Sports Festival today using only my Mother's ice. I suggest you two stay out of my way.”
With only the gentle hum of the air conditioner above them to break the silence, Class 1-A waited with bated breath to see how the couple would react, their eyes continuously swapping between Shoto and the class reps. With the tension between the three thick enough you could cut it with a knife, nobody wanted to interfere with the trio. Izuku and Momo looked directly into Shoto's mismatched eyes, past the boy's stoic exterior to the many emotions dancing behind his eyes.
“It's very possible that you may be stronger than either of us,” Momo broke the silence, “but we aren't the only people you will be competing against. Everyone here,” she gestured towards their classmates listening to them, “has a chance of winning today. I would suggest you don't overlook them. Izu and I, nor will our classmates, just step aside because you ask us to.”
Shoto didn’t respond, instead turning on his heel and walking towards the door that left the room.
“We all have something to prove out there today, either to ourselves or the people we care about, or even the heroes that may be interested in us,” Izuku began. Shoto stopped in his tracks, tilting his head sideways to glare at the couple again, anger easily visible behind the eye with the scar. His hands clenched tightly beside him, one producing an icy mist while the other produced a black smoke, both noticeable seeping through his fingers. “Everyone in this room will be trying their hardest to win, including Mo and I,” he continued, “except for you. You’re limiting yourself by only using half your quirk.”
“I won’t use his fire,” Shoto responded firmly before he continued towards the door leading out of the waiting room. Class 1-A watched as he opened the door and left, leaving the door hanging wide open.
“What the hell was that all about?” Denki asked as he looked from the door back towards the other couple.
Izuku and Momo looked toward their friends, seeing the confused looks on their faces. Looking around the room, they found the entirety of Class 1-A was looking towards them for answers, looking between the open door and the class reps.
“It’s nothing that anybody has to worry about,” Momo responded, “Shirakumo already knows the situation and it’s not our place to say anything more.” Their classmates nodded, accepting it was a private matter and understanding why the class reps weren't going to expand on it further.
“Regardless of what just happened,” Izuku continued as he locked eyes with many different students of Class 1-A, “we cannot let it bother us with the Sports Festival happening today. What Todoroki decides to do is his own choice.”
Momo nodded in agreement. “The only thing you all should be worrying about is going out there and trying your hardest to win. This is your first opportunity to get your name out there, and I want each of you to take full advantage of it.”
“But you'll have to work for it,” Izuku continued with a smile, “Mo and I will not be holding back, and we expect nothing less out of any of you.” The couple looked around the waiting room again, seeing the looks of determination on their classmates’ faces. “Good luck everyone, and remember, Go Beyond!” Izuku raised his fist with a smile on his face as he had seen All Might do many times in the past.
“PLUS ULTRA!” Class 1-A responded instantly, the excitement beginning to pour off them as they hyped each other up for the Sports Festival.
“Fanboy,” Momo lightly poked Izuku in the side, causing him to lean towards her in response as they both began chuckling. “My fanboy,” Momo smiled as Izuku leaned down and kissed her, a smile dancing on both their lips, putting the conversation they just had behind them.
“And always will be, my Library Mouse.”
“Good morning, beautiful people!” Nemuri’s voice floated over the speaker system throughout the stadium, signaling the start of the event. “Welcome to UA’s First Years’ Sports Festival! I’m one of your hosts, the R-Rated Heroine: Midnight!”
“And I’m her co-host,” Oboro continued where Nemuri had left off, speaking into his own microphone from within the announcers’ booth, “the Cloud Hero: Loud Cloud! And on the stage down below is the Voice Hero: Present Mic! He will be announcing all the events and explaining the rules to the fledgling heroes that will soon take the stage!”
“YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!” Present Mic yelled out, his voice carrying throughout the stadium and then some thanks to his quirk. “ARE YOU READY, LISTENERS?!” The crowd in the stands went absolutely wild, yelling in response to Present Mic. “YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH! THAT'S WHAT I LOVE TO SEE! LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!”
“Coming out onto the field now,” Nemuri announced as the tunnels holding the hero students both green-lit, informing both classes to begin making their way out onto the field, “are the First Year Hero Courses! Class 1-A and 1-B! Let me tell you something folks, I've had the pleasure of personally overlooking the training these students went through over the last two weeks, and I couldn't help but be impressed! These are the best of the best, people! I cannot wait to see them become full-fledged heroes in the future!”
“But the hero courses aren't the only students that UA teaches,” Oboro continued after Nemuri, green-lighting the general studies tunnels, informing the students to start making their way out. “Coming onto the field now are the General Studies courses, including Class 1-C, 1-D, and 1-E! While the hero course students are training to fight battles on the front lines, these students will be fighting those battles behind the scenes! Many of the General Studies graduates end up working within hero agencies across the country, making sure everything is running smoothly behind the scenes so the heroes can do their jobs on the front lines!”
“Next up are some of the smartest, albeit craziest, people you'll ever see!” Nemuri announced, green-lighting the support course tunnels so they could begin walking out. “Coming onto the field are Class 1-F, 1-G, and 1-H of the Support Course! Students from the support course are allowed to bring in any inventions they've built themselves, simultaneously allowing them to compete as well as show off what they're capable of! These are the people making sure heroes are kitted out with the latest and greatest technology, including their hero costumes and support items. Without these behind-the-scenes heroes, many of the heroes working the front lines wouldn’t be able to accomplish what they do now!”
“And Last but not least,” Oboro started, green-lighting the business course students, “we have Classes 1-I, 1-J, and 1-K of the Business Course! These students are the ones who will be crunching the numbers behind the scenes, taking care of everything that involves running a business or hero agency! Without the help of these students, many heroes today would have gone bankrupt before they could even begin!”
“All of the students you see on the field today will be the faces you see out in the field and running businesses tomorrow,” Nemuri continued as they all began settling in front of the stage, waiting for Present Mic to start telling them what the events would consist of. “From the heroes on the front lines, to the heroes behind the scenes, to the people who are continuously keeping operations running smoothly, everyone has an important role to play for the future of heroes! Make sure to give each of them a warm welcome!” The crowd roared in excitement, causing many students to smile as they looked over the stadium, some students waving to the audience with smiles on their faces.
“We’ll now go down to the stage below, passing the microphone to Present Mic so he can begin announcing the first round!” Oboro said once the roaring audience had quieted down some, the cameras all focused on Present Mic or the students on the field.
“YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH! Before we jump into the main event, we have the Athlete’s Oath, presented by the person who scored the highest on the hero course entrance exam,” Present Mic announced as he looked over the students below him. “Please give it up to Katsuki Bakugo of Class 1-A!”
As everyone turned to look at Katsuki, he grunted in annoyance before sticking his hands in his pockets and beginning to walk up to the stage. Once he stood on the stage, he looked over the stadium of people, noticing many recognizable heroes scattered throughout the crowd. When he finished looking over the audience, he turned back to the students. He locked eyes with Izuku for a moment, his previous friend looking towards him with an unreadable expression, before he continued. His eyes trailed over Tsuyu for a second, watching as she gave him a curt nod.
“The Athlete’s Oath,” Katsuki started, making sure the microphone in front of him worked before looking over the stadium again. He took a deep breath, already knowing the response he would receive with what he said next. “I’m planning on winning the whole event,” he continued, ignoring the shouts from people in the audience and the students behind him. “Everyone here today better be ready to bring everything they got and give me a challenge because I will not hold back.”
“How arrogant can he honestly be?” Momo mumbled before releasing a sigh, cocking her hip to the side and placing her hand on it. “At least Todoroki kept it within the waiting room and not in front of thousands of spectators and millions of viewers.”
Izuku shook his head slowly in disagreement, keeping his eyes on Katsuki leaving the stage. He could hear everyone shouting in the audience, and even some of the students in the other classes, but Katsuki didn't let anything get to him. But Izuku knew that wasn't the case. Something happened, something that had turned his whole worldview upside down.
“I don’t think that’s the case,” Izuku responded quietly before he looked toward Momo, finding a questioning look behind her eyes. “If he had been as arrogant as we witnessed at the start of term, I believe he would have said something along the lines of ‘I will win’ and ‘don’t even try’ instead of ‘I plan on winning’ and ‘give me a challenge’. It sounded like he was almost worried about what was going to happen today.”
“Do you think he’s trying to be a better person, Izuku?” Ochako asked from beside Izuku, Himiko hanging off her opposite shoulder.
“I…” Izuku trailed off unsurely. He looked up as Katsuki walked past their group, his head still pointed towards the ground. He watched as Katsuki continued walking until he stopped beside Tsuyu, the rest of Class 1-A giving the two a wide berth of space. “I’m not sure,” Izuku responded finally as he looked back towards his small friend group, giving them an unsure and contemplating look. “I would like to believe he is, but I haven't seen him since we were kids, so I don't know.”
“I know when I asked Tsuyu why she hung out with him,” Ochako continued, “she explained that nobody else was willing to and that Bakugo just needed some help to find the right path.” She glanced over her shoulder, watching as Katsuki and Tsuyu exchanged a few words before focusing back on the stage in front of them. “She seems to believe he can be a better person, but knows it's going to take some time.”
“We’ll have to wait and see if he changes,” Momo responded with an underlying annoyance in her voice. Izuku reached out and grabbed her hand reactively, using his thumb to run circles into the back of her hand. “Sorry, Izu,” Momo apologized as she squeezed his hand, “I just can’t forgive him after what he did to you.”
“I know, Mo,” Izuku responded, “and I’m not asking you to. I still don’t know how I feel about it myself.”
“Alright! Thanks to Katsuki Bakugo for that Athlete’s Oath!” Present Mic continued once everyone was settled again. “Now, without further ado, let’s see what these students will be doing for the first event!”
“Spin that wheel! Spin that wheel! Spin that wheel!” The crowd within the stadium all chorused together, causing Present Mic to smile as he held up his hand to his ear. The crowd began getting louder, screaming at the top of their lungs as they began stomping their feet, shaking the stadium like every event. “Spin that wheel! Spin that wheel! Spin that wheel!”
“YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAH!” Present Mic yelled out as he removed his hand from his ear, “that’s what I’m talking about Listeners! That’s the type of energy we want to see from everyone today!” Present Mic held up his pointer fingers and thumbs, forming them into finger guns before pretending to shoot the massive wheel that held all the different events. “So let’s Spin! That! Wheel!”
Everyone within the stadium, students and viewers alike, watched as the wheel began spinning at a ridiculous speed. The events continued passing by in a blur, unable to be read by the average human eye, before the wheel began slowing down. “And the event we’ve all been waiting for, the one where many students will be sent packing after being eliminated, will be…” The wheel slowed down until coming to a stop on ‘Obstacle Course Race’. “It’s the Obstacle Course Race we all love to watch!”
“For those that haven’t watched an Obstacle Course Race before, allow me to explain the rules of the game,” Present Mic announced as he pointed towards another screen, the details of the game able to be read by the students, the same screen being broadcasted on the TVs at home. “It’s a four-kilometer race around the stadium itself, starting in the tunnel behind me!” As Present Mic explained the tunnel, the gate behind him began shifting before moving out of the way, showing a fairly long tunnel with a light at the end.
“The rules are simple! As long as you don’t go off the course, anything is fair game! Of course, seriously hurting your fellow classmates will be met with a disqualification from further events and Sports Festivals in the future! Racers to your positions! Once that final light turns green, the race has begun! Good luck, students!” Present Mic finished as the students started making their way to the entrance gate.
Izuku and Momo lined up beside their friends, looking towards the end of the tunnel. “The first obstacle is the tunnel itself,” Izuku mused quietly to himself, Momo nodding beside him in agreement, as they noticed how the tunnel got smaller the closer to the end it was. He turned towards his friends, knowing they all had heard him. “I believe Todoroki is going to try and freeze us all, similar to how he did the building in the battle trials. Do you think you’ll be able to dodge it, or would you like our help?”
Denki looked towards the tunnel, seeing Shoto’s right hand already misting with frost as he held it against the wall of the tunnel. “We need to show the heroes what we’re capable of as soon as we can,” Denki responded as he looked back between their small friend group, “but we won’t be able to show anybody anything unless we escape this tunnel first. Ky?”
“What did you two have in mind?” Kyouka responded, her ear jacks hanging loosely by her face as she crossed her arms in front of her.
“Remember how Mo and I saved Shirakumo during the USJ?” Izuku countered.
Kyouka groaned, realizing what he meant. “I’m not going to like this, am I?”
“Probably not,” Momo responded with a soft smile.
“What about us?” Himiko asked from beside Ochako.
“What transformations do you have currently?” Momo asked her sister.
“I have plenty of Chako’s, but only a little bit of time for the rest of you,” Himiko responded.
“That should be enough,” Izuku responded, turning to look towards their starting line. The small friend group watched as the first light turned green, causing many of the students to begin preparing their quirks. “Here's what we're going to do,” he continued as he looked back towards the group, huddling closely around him.
Izuku and Momo began explaining what their plans were, while simultaneously listening for the second green light to activate.
Once everything was explained to their small friend group, the six of them began taking deep breaths, attempting to calm their nerves as they did so. When the second green light lit up, more students began preparing their quirks, with the small friend group readying themselves.
The six friends watched for the last green light to activate, seemingly dragging on forever, and making the students wait in anticipation. When the third green light finally activated, hearing Present Mic yelling out ‘START!’ from somewhere behind them, all hell broke loose. People were being shoved this way and that, quirks were flying everywhere, and support items could be heard being activated. Just as the first person took a step past the starting line, the temperature within the tunnel plummeted below freezing.