Students from all classes gathered in front of a very tight entrance, the first obstacle of the obstacles race. All kinds of faces were made, determined, nervous, neutral... everyone was dealing with the situation inside of their minds differently. Our class, though, was a different case.
'After the hardships we have faced in the U.S.J, those obstacles are nothing for us. We have already had a head-start with that real life experience.'
The red lights on the entranced started to change from red to green announcing the nearness of the beginning of the race.
Three, two, one...
"STAAAART!" Present Mic sensei yelled, pumping the adrenaline inside the veins of all students making them all rush to snatch the first place; but the narrow entrance made the scene awkward, as they pushed and pulled on each-other like barbarians, by other words, the first obstacle.
'If you think about the obvious anticipation of a winner, man would say Iida, but the case here is different... this is not a normal straight road race, it's an obstacle race, which means...'
The moment I thought about it, Shoto froze the entire road everyone is using, sliding on ice and sticking some ignorant students in the ice.
'The key is how accurately and wittily a competitor uses his quirk. And this was a nice warm up, nii-san. This should slow many of them down.'
"Yo hey, broadcasting live here! Are you ready to commentate, mummy armed man!?" Yamada sensei commented from the broadcasting room on Aizawa sensei.
"Sure, since you dragged me here by force." Aizawa sensei answered, triggered.
'This is why he wanted us to go early... poor sensei...
Anyways, while the ice might work on most students, I don't think it will...'
"You'll have to try harder than that Todoroki!" Came Yaoyarouzu's claim from behind him, as she propelled herself from the ground with a metal fence she created with her left hand.
"We won't you get away that easy, Half and Half!" Aaand then was Bakugou's angry yell accompanied by a series of explosions that gave him a high air jump above the ice. Other members of our class made out too, Tokoyami getting a higher ground with his dark shadow, Mina sliding on ice and melting it with her acid, Ojiro jumped above it with his tail learning from his battle with my twin, Midoriya, Mineta and Uraraka just barely jumping above it out of expectation. But someone caught my eyes, someone with a unique dodging way. It was the boy I bumped into a week ago; he was... riding on students shoulders?!
'I mean... how did he do this? I do not think they are his fans, he does not seem like someone who likes constant spotlight. The only way someone would make people do this to him is by controlling them.'
I thought about it and came up with two conclusions: it was either a physical kind of control, like a remote, or a mind control.
'But judging by his "puppets" expressions, it is most likely a mind control.'
So in result, there were more people than expected to escape Shoto's ice. Not like this was much, he still has so much under his sleeves.
However, small robots-like the one and two pointers from the entrance exams, attacked the students as soon as they exited the tight entrance. And just a few meters away, stood a crowd of Gimmicks, the giant zero pointers.
'The second obstacle huh... this is ridiculous.'
In a swift move, Shoto launched a huge ice attack the froze the Gimmick blocking his path.
But still...
'The look he had in his eyes... this was the first message to our dear old father... I can feel the pain inside my heart, his presence is boiling his nerves. Just look how unstable that frozen robot is, he did this on purpose!'
"1-A's Todoroki has forged ahead and blocked others in one fell swoop! That kid is harsh!" Present Mic yelled through the microphone.
'No he's not! He's doing this because of him!'
"Incredible! He's removed himself from the rest of the competition! It kinda feels unfair, actually!" Present Mic continued his comment.
'What really is unfair is putting all classes together in one event against each other, hmph!' I huffed internally.
What? I just do not like it when people misunderstand him... he's a very cute little cinnamon roll in the inside, they just do not know!
So yeah, um... I have quieted down. Ehm.
Our classmates and few other students fought their way out of nii-san's not so nice move (I have to admit, he did go a little bit overboard... I mean someone could have died...). And Bakugou became on nii-san's tail as he got through the ropes above the hill obstacle. Other students caught my attention, too. One of the support class girls had items all over her, and used one of them to jump an the other side in Batman style. What was fishy about this thing is that she called her invention her "super cue baby".
'Okay... this was awkward, but never mind.'
Iida's way of crossing was the funniest, though. He slid so fast on the metallic rope with his engine, claiming he does not want to let his brother see him being lame.
Heroes all around us started commenting on Shoto's superior physical and mental abilities, complementing them.
'You have no idea how these skills were honed...'
"He's actually the son of the flame hero Endeavor." And finally came this comment. They started associating nii-san's talent to our father's blood now, like if it was sacred and gives some kind of holy power.
'You all know nothing...
Nothing at all...'
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"Get up on your feet Shoto! How are you going to become the number one hero if you're falling to your knees like this from a single kick!!"
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"Stop acting like a weakling Shoto!! On your feet!!"
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'They do not know... how much suffering this blood has caused for him...'
"...In any case, the explosion can knock out a stool or three!!"Present Mic screamed pulling me out of my head.
'wait... what?'
I looked at the field again and saw that Shoto reached the last obstacle. It was a big plain soiled ground.
'Explosions, and a soiled plain...? Is it a minefield?'
Nii-san kept advancing to the front without using his eyes to prevent others from benefiting from it. On his tail was an angry as hell fire Bakugou, using his explosions to manoeuvre in the air.
"Hahahaha!!! This is nothing for me!!!!" He screamed proudly, causing nii-san to look at him (his expression was a rare mix of stun and determination).
"You declared war on the wrong person, half and half bastard! You should have done this to me!" He screamed again, "blowing" his way to the first place. I felt myself get on the edge of my seat.
'Come in nii-san...!'
They punch and claw at one another, as the rest of competitors got closer and closer to them.
'This is obviously to make the first place holder at a disadvantage, so that other competitors get a chance, too. And of course for entertainment purposes.'
I inspected the field to take a look on those who got closer to nii-san. Yaoyarouzu, Iida, Jirou were closer than others.
'Where is Midoriya though...?'
Just when I finished that line in my head, a huge explosion from the very back of the field bombarded. And guess what.
"Midoriya?!!" I said stunned. Yup, the was riding the explosion on a robot debris. Quiet creative, if you ask me.
"Wow..." I exclaimed quietly. I knew Midoriya was a strategist, but this is amazing. He flew through the field like a bird just whom just learned to soar his wings, and got so close to the shocked nii-san and explosion boy.
My other half, recovering fast (as expected of him), concluded that refraining from helping those behind him was not a priority anymore, so he froze a road for himself to slide on and get enough momentum to decrease the distance Midoriya gained from his shock-waved jump. Bakugou, reacting fast to the competition facing him, bombarded strong explosions to get closer to the two.
'That feeling... Shoto's... Shoto's triggered?'
I was surprised. He does not get triggered easily, not by classmates rivalry; he had so many in the past, but he never paid them any mind, he always remained ice cold no matter what. But, on U.A, things are... changing. I do not know if it is because of father's (unnerving) watching eyes or not... but there was something else blossoming inside of his heart. I felt, for the first time, something that is not cold. I could not quiet place it then, but it was there. This feeling was triggered by one of them, Bakugou or Midoriya... maybe both.
Bakugou acted just like himself, angry as hell and ready to tear the field (And Midoriya -and nii-san, too- with his bare teeth.
"Don't you dare get ahead of me, Deku!!!"
On the other hand, in Midoriya's case, things were going a bit south. He was falling, the aftermath of the first explosion. If he does not land right, his flashy move would end up being a waste.
'His only chance would be to gain another boost, but would he be able to do it...?'
Boom!!
'Yes, he is able to...'
Midoriya propelled himself another time, gaining an increased acceleration and speed that got him to his goal, the shockwaves wavering the balance of the two previous combatants on the first place.
"In no time at all Midoriya has blew dust in their eyes!! And now, he's cleared the minefield entirely!!! Damn Ereaserhead your class is insane!! What are you teaching them?!!" Present Mic screamed, the shockwaves of Midoriya's plans blowing excitement in his brain more than usual.
'He threatened us with expulsion in the first day, what did you expect us to become Yamada sensei?'
"I have done nothing. This is the result of the fire they have lit in each other." Aizawa sensei corrected aloofly.
'Well, he's got a point...'
But well... Ereaserhead sensei was...
"Woah! Who could have predicted this outcome when the trial began?-" .
"Are you ignoring me?"
"The man who has returned to the stadium in triumph is none other than..."
Our homeroom teacher was being ignored by our English one. Typical.
"Midoriya Izuku!! His will be a name to be known!" Mic sensei commented triumphantly.
A strong flash of Midoriya moving as fast as the blink of the eye, surrounded by bluish-greenish light, flashed through my brain and quickly faded away. No pain came with it nor torture this time, just a foggy little image, one that felt warm and powerful.
'He will become a great hero someday; a symbol...'
When Shoto exited through the gates just after Midoriya, a slightly (visible) annoyed look plastered on his face.
'It's okay nii-san... you can make it next time.'
After them both, came an over-raged, cursing Bakugou.
'Must be so annoyed by the third place.'
I shofted my gaze to the heroes stand out of instinct. I saw Endeavour fuming his fire frustratingly, his temper edged by Shoto's refusal of using his left side.
'You won't see him use his fire, not when you see it as a part of your own ambitions, not when you favour it above all else.' Those thoughts pierced through my heart like a spear. But, there was something else, too.
I wanted to be there with him, to support him.
'I am sure, as her homeroom teacher, that Hikoori would have shined bright through this, even if she ended up sacrificing her place to support her brother, of course between the lines and not explicitly.But this cannot be risked, not yet.'
In this chapter, I tried to make Hikoori describe how Shoto felt here and there, just to show how deeply they can be connected.
What do you guys think about this? And what do you think is the real reason behind the refusal of Hikoori's participation?
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Author-chan.
