After the match of Shinsou Hitoshi with Midoriya Izuku, in the restrooms:'
I lost the match in the end, huh...What a joke...Not that I did not expect that...'
I sighed as I washed my face with cold water, hoping that the frustration and anger I am feeling will wash away too.
'I was foolish to think I could be on par with the hero course students at this early stage... '
But winning was not exactly necessary, and I knew it very well.
'If I attracted the eyes of at least one teacher, this could spare me a chance to have place among hero classes.'
I sighed again, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Something was still bugging me.
During my match, I felt something weird at the back of my heart; something long forgotten sprouting, and I was sure as hell I heard a soft female voice calling me.
'It was maybe a hallucination under pressure...' Or so I tried to convince myself, since, after all, this was the only logical explanation for such an occurrence.
I got out of the restroom, guiding myself to the General students course seats, to continue watching the sports festival.
Well, let's just say that my intuition told me it's good to take notes on the abilities of possible future opponents, and of course was not a masked wish to see a certain someone for another time. Absolutely not.
'I think it is that Todoroki's turn to battle now, that girl's brother-given the obvious similarities.It's kinda ironic though that I cannot remember her name...'
The control room, just before Shoto Todoroki and Sero Hanta's match:
I shifted in my seat another time, the cold pain in the back of my heart growing increasingly at an alerting speed.
'It must be him... Endeavour is playing with the strings another time, probably past the hundred thousandth.Shoto nii-san... I'm sorry... I am such a weakling that I cannot do anyth-'
A small bump on my shoulder snapped me from my head
"Todoroki, you have been asked a question, focus." Aizawa sensei scolded, out of the blue, in my perspective at least.
"Eh..." I looked at him, puzzled. However, the awkward smile Yamada sensei had explained it all.
'Oh no... idiot!!'
"I-I am sorry Yamada sensei...! I just got lost into my head and..." I trailed off, the pain increasing in my chest.
"Nah, it's okay. Just do not worry too much, your brother has this match in the palm of his hand!" He exclaimed encouragingly.
'It's not this what I am worried about...'
"Yeah... of course he will win...!" I tried to answer as cheerfully as possible.
Aizawa sensei sighed, shifting his gaze to the window.
"Remember, you have to trust him." He said, as The competitors got to the ring.
I pursed my lips to form a thin line, as I saw the dark, very dark expression on my twin's face. Not that the frustration I was feeling was far any less intense, both on his and my side.
'Sero is...'
Just after the start sign, Sero shot tape out of his elbows to try and get nii-san out of the ring by swinging him outside.
"I'm sorry." Shoto's mutter sounded so clearly in my ears, just like if I was right on his side. The pain in the core of my heart became so unbearable, to the point that the tears got out of my eye sickets on their own.
'...defeated.'
In a moment, a huge, really huge iceberg was covering the tape tamer's side of the field. It was so huge that it stood above the stadium proudly, nearly freezing our classmates in the process. Nii-san broke free from our classmate's tape, shattering it to frozen shards, an icy breath escaping his mouth.
Present Mic and Ereaserhead were surprised beyond words; even that Yamada sensei was glued to the glass, his glasses almost falling off his face.
'He lost control on his nerves... this is how much pressure he had on himself...Nii-san... forgive me... I am not sure anymore... I am torn between entrusting things to you and showering you with endless care and love so I can take away all your negative emotions...'
"No... I can't move..." Sero said weakly through his frozen body.
'But no one can be sure... this twisted world has it's invisible fingers around each and everyone's neck in different ways...'
"Shoto Todoroki is the winner!!!!" Announced Midnight sensei.
'Some with lack of ability...'
The crowd cheered a quiet "It's okay, don't mind" to cheer up Sero's spirit. 'Some with dark, draining sad past ...'
Nii-san ate the distance between him and his plain classmate with slow, deep in thought steps.
'Others with responsibility beyond their age...'
My twin place his left hand on the iceberg he himself created, to melt it away.
'And sometimes, they just have to deal with so much that their heart can't keep count of the weight you're carrying... that the only thing they strive to is to get this weight off their chest and soar their wings freely...'
"I'm sorry, I was just pissed. "
'What am I going to do with this weight, huh nii-san?Should I let you handle it on your own this time, or should I carry it for you...?'
I touched my heart, closing my eyes.
'I know you can feel me, nii-san...
Please know that no matter what happens... I will be there for you...'
The waiting room 1, after the match with Sero:
"Damn it..." I cursed under my breath, shoving my head in my hands.
'How could she... how could she do this...'
I kept thinking about my darn old man's words, nonstop.
"Your behaviour has been nothing but disgraceful, Shoto."
"Your act is childish and tiresome, so stop fucking around."
"Fulfil your duty of surpassing All Might!"
"You are far more superior than your pathetic soft hearted twin, you are my masterpiece!"
"Your twin has already passed the point of rebellion long ago and started to train her fire, it's just a matter of time for you to realise that ice alone won't take you anywhere.'
The anger inside of me reached the breaking point. He was bragging about this like if the world is all about him and the goals he have set for us.
Not just that.
She did not tell me about her fire. I know that the promise I made to myself to never use the fire was something I have done on my own, but... but I have always thought that she was doing the same. For her actions to be used against me... I felt so betrayed, stabbed in the back, drained.
"Damn it!!!" I cursed, slamming the blank white wall with my involuntarily frozen fist. The sound of ice rubbing against itself and shredding slowly was filling the room.
I wanted to scream to the top of my lungs so badly; I wanted to unload this shit piling up in my heart. But I didn't. Because screaming will do nothing. It's something I have abandoned when mother left- it's a sign of weakness that I threw away.
'Why... why would imoto use his flames?! Have she forgotten what that bastard did to mother?! Why was she making his wish become true despite him leaving her efforts unacknowledged?!
Why?!!'
I just could not find the answer to it. It was so twisted that it made no sense at all.
All I could do was to wear my blank cold mask as I always do, an expression of power I try to execute, to hide the storm inside of me.
'Focus on what's important- studying Bakugou's match.
Study him enough to be able to defeat him with just the help of your morher. So that you can sit on top, everyone beneath the feet of your success.'
But how can someone just ignore chaos burning inside of him?
'when would this hell stop burning...'
The control room, moments before the Bakugou match:
'What on earth is happening to him...?'
I asked myself, as I paced back and forth in the control room. Yamada and Aizawa sensei gave me weirded out stares, their eyes following my form that was switching from front to back and back to front on a continuous basis.
'The feeling is different... so different and much more melancholic...
What did Endeavour tell him to make him so on edge like that...?!'
I placed my hand on my heart, and closed my eyes-it's something mother had teached me when I was just a little kid; whenever I missed nii-san or felt the need to talk to him, and he was beyond my reach, I would place my hand on my heart and send him a message with my feelings, something he would most certainly sense.
'I am here for you when you need me... nothing will stop me from reaching out to you...'
"...It's Iida Tenya from class 1-A of the heroic department against Hatsume Mei of the support department!!"
'It's Iida's turn now?'
I got closer to Aizawa sensei and took a seat beside him.
"This one is interesting... I saw that girl with so many support items she can be a troublesome match to Iida-kun...
Wha...?" I stopped mid sentence as I saw a weird device attached to rectangular glasses boy.
' Where did Iida get these from? Did the girl give him that...?! But she does bot look the generous type, and that smile...
Oh no...'
"Sensei... is that even allowed?" I asked professor Aizawa.
He nodded then answered all tired: "As long as they are both agreeing to that, then it is."
I looked back at my classmate. He was being used, I became sure of it when I heard her making ads for her products on the mic, stealing Present Mic's role of commenting.
'Poor Iida...'
After too much toying with him, Hatsume Mei got out of bounds willingly, saying she has fulfilled her role and has no regrets about it.
'This was harsh...'
Poor Iida got so frustrated that I thought that his glasses would shatter to pieces under the pressure.
Next up came other small, short matches between our classmates and other students, one between Mina and Aoyama that ended in pinkie's victory, another between Yaoyarouzu and Tokoyami, which had favoured Tokoyami's fast actions over Yaoyarouzu's careful planning that needs much more time. The girl ended up thinking lowly of herself because of that. Then was the game between Kirishima and Tesutetsu that ended in an expected tie.
After that, came Bakugou against Uraraka (out of everyone in the festival).
'Not that I doubt Uraraka but... her match against Bakugou is already decided-her hard work can't break through all the walls of Bakugou's natural talent, not unless...'
Bakugou, this time though, was not looking down on his opponent; he was preparing for the match against the brunette. For once he was doing something other than bragging and being self centric.
'There might be a way for Uraraka to win, but she has to be more flexible than Bakugou or at least faster...
This will prove hard for her.'
"Staaaaart!!!!" Present Mic sensei yelled, announcing the beginning of the fight.
Uraraka bent down and rushed straight to Bakugou, who of course blew her up.
'That posture...'
She did it again, again and again.
Then it clicked.
'It is not clear through the smoky screen but, she is floating the debris created by Bakugou himself. Clever.
But still...'
He has extreme natural talent, which can basically destroy through her window.
'Careful, Uraraka... try to move faster...'
The crowd booed on explosive boy, but he did not care.
'He is not holding back because she hangs around Midoriya so much; must be aware she has a counter-strategy that may work on him.'
Aizawa sensei took the mic and directed it at himself: "do you consider yourself a hero? If you do then you are wrong, and you should retire for your short-sight. He is taking his opponent seriously, that's why he is not screwing around with lousy moves."
Just when sensei finished his remarks, a meteor shower fell upon the head of explosive boy.
However, and because of having superior belessings, Bakugou blasted the shower of meteors with one hit.
In the end, Uraraka lost consciousness, and by that lost the match. Bakugou turned his back, frowning and displeased.
"You are not my real match. She is." He said quietly (unnaturally), looking straight up at me. Then he walked away without uttering even one additional word.
