"Are you Bakugou's sister?" Was Uraraka's immediate question, complete with furrowed brows and somewhat clueless frown. Kotomi grinned at her with a soft arrogance.
"Fat chance, Round Face."
Uraraka's eyes widened as she recognized the familiar nickname. She started with a slow but shocked "Katsu--?"
Kotomi simply glared at her, stopping her in her tracks.
She held it there, that is until the brown-eyed brunette stuttered out the blonde girl's actual name "K-Kotomi?"
The blonde nodded, satisfied.
She walked to Izuku's table, an unrecognizable spring in her step.
"So? How was it Ko-Chan?" Izuku asked, still smiling as if his classmates' eyes weren't still fixed on Bakugou.
"A little painful." She paused and began to walk forward once more. "So, nerd, " she reached his seat. "Miss me?"
Izuku knew Kotomi would feel different, and her attitude would change once her physical image matched her mental one. It was different, but Midoriya definitely wasn't averse to positive change.
Midoriya's grin threatened to split his face in two while Jirou watched in barely concealed jealousy, her eyes flit to her own chest and just as quickly to Kotomi's. 'Even she has bigger boobs...' Was Kyoka's first thought.
"Definitely, Ko-chan."
In a hurricane of movement, the most curious and brave(or stupid) of the Class surrounded the newly-her. Kotomi looked around at them all as they asked questions, the smart ones simply coming to Izuku to ask their silly questions.
Kaminari, clearly forgetting her new status, deadnaming her on multiple counts was a royal pain, however, she did notice Kirishima's personally offended expression when the blonde airhead kept rattling on with the questions.
Bakugou would have punched him for each time he did too, but the door slid open once more, an ecstatic Mic-Sensei and clearly agitated Aizawa staring them down into silence.
They all started in realization and excitement. This was it.
Aizawa simply nodded, and unusually quiet, but a vibrating and very excited Present Mic shot them each a grin, an almost imperceptible nod to Kotomi, and finally, five fingers held up.
Five Minutes till' go, the message was loud and clear, with the class smiling along and nodding ahead. The focus was now away from Bakugou.
That wouldn't last, however.
Not if Kotomi Bakugou had any say in it. And she would.
Count on it.
Eri was confused, and more than a little fearful of the crowd, but her new mom was with her, it would be fine!
At least that was what Hero-San said, and Hero-San was to be trusted. Her onii-chan was trying to be one after all.
She looked up at Hero-San as he stared at the stadium. They were in a special booth for Special Guests, although Eri couldn't grasp that concept.
The other friendly armored Hero-San laughed at a joke Hero-San chirped out. Fast-Hero-San was friendly too, and he smiled at her with his mask on his lap.
The bluenette was puzzled at first because, if Hero-San was a Hero-San, then what should she call the other Hero-Sans?
Eri was distracted when the Loud-Hero-San on the big TV screeched about "Class 1-A" and a flash of recognition flashed in her scarlet eyes.
That was onii-chan's class! She stared at the mass of blue uniforms running and walking out of the hall with determined and excited expressions on their faces. All with quiet confidence as they did so.
Eri recognized that expression. It was similar to what he shot her.
Eyes...
Firmly grasping her forehead...
Rebuilt...
The girl was jostled a bit, and she startled but looked at the person she was sat on with a robotic movement that she only displayed in his presence nonetheless.
Instead of the harsh yellow eyes that she expected, it was a comforting deep and dark green. A worried warmth and a comforting smile on their face.
Inko looked at her.
'Kaa-san', she vaguely registered.
The scarlet eyed toddler calmed substantially, and the mother breathed a sigh of relief.
The girl looked at the Class once more, their faces and confidence looked at with a new light.
They were not him, their eyes were warm, and their smiles were genuine, she reminded herself.
Eri's eyes found another green locked figure in the mass of bodies and she calmed down in full.
Kotomi was grinning, not really like her old ones. That voracious expression was the one that haunted him wherever he went.
Now, it was a nice smile. Her eyes burned with a fire that felt more like the flame of a campfire, or fireplace. So much better than her old forest fire-like disposition.
That made Izuku happy, and no matter what he did, he couldn't find it In himself to do anything other than smile.
Next to him, Tenya got to work reassuring 'Chako in his own stiff manner, arm chopping befitting a robot. Kyoka had earplugs in, a forced relaxed posture firmly in place while Momo idly commented on random things.
Up in the stands, the audience cheered, the din almost drowning Present Mic's voice out. That was probably why the loud blonde had two microphone sets. His own vocal cords, and... The actual microphone.
"--And finally! The Management Course! I! J! K!"
The grass field filled up just a bit more as they walked out to face the music. Or the media.
Izuku spotted a familiar-looking lilacette in the crowd, his eyes tired, but his gaze purposeful.
It took a bit, but he finally remembered where he was from.
They had just finished Homeroom, bragging about the thought processes that led to their names. Bakugou made a bid for the door, her phone held out as she typed something in.
She had presented her name as Ground Zero, The Explosion Hero, just as planned.
She slid the door open as Izuku's eyes followed her. That was when she was confronted by a mass of students, each with their own physical quirks, and some with actual physical Quirks.
Kirishima made an apprehensive move towards them as he asked the group why they were there.
Bakugou scowled at him, irritable as ever. "They're scouting out the competition, Shit-Hair."
The redhead gave a thoughtful nod. "Huh, well, can you guys move? We still, kinda need to go to lunch."
None of them made a move to part, the crowd--as Bakugou said--sizing them up, gazes flitting over them like hawks.
It reminded Izuku a bit of Middle School, how each piercing stare buckled his knees. Made him turn those corners just a bit faster than normal.
He shook the thought off, as another voice entered the fray. "So..." It started in a low drawl.
"This, is the famous Class 1-A huh?" A lilacette pushed his way to the front. His hair stood up in a controlled mess. His eyes looked dead but observant.
"A little less than what I expected..."
Kaminari seemed to take offense to that. "Hey--Come on man!" He shouted indignantly.
Izuku looked on. He had encountered this type before, in Bakugou. Those that shrouded their personal insecurities with their aggressive or unusual actions.
"So arrogant. Just 'cause they're the mighty Class 1-A. You all probably cowered behind your teachers while they did all the work."
The class startled at this, many of them letting out irate cries as the teenager in front of them all bashed them relentlessly.
"You're not much." His eyes roved them with disgust, and something else...
Envy.
Yup, that was him alright.
Izuku turned back to the stage as Midnight--the hero who had her current costume preserved in a very comfy onesie-- lashed a flogger-style whip.
She posed with her hips jutted out, designed to enamor the audience. Male and sometimes female caught under her glow.
It wasn't hard to, with her--um, tight-fitting white bodysuit, coupled with a bejeweled leather leotard. Her handcuffs clicked against themselves.
It was rather risque, but what else could you have expected from a woman who called herself "The Eighteen Plus Hero"?
Izuku wondered if that "glow" was a passive effect of her Somnambulist Quirk.
"It's time for the Player's Pledge!" She started, a teasing lilt to her voice. "With Student Representative, Kotomi Bakugou!"
The other kids in his class braced themselves as she walked up to the podium, dreading the arrogant and over-aggressive proclamation of Victory.
Midnight whispered something to the girl, a proud smile on her face.
Kotomi's smile became a little more sincere after that.
The blonde breathed in, carefully avoiding the mike. "I pledge, to be..."
The class winced preemptively.
"...A challenge. For everyone involved."
The class looked on confused, a few murmurs from the other Course here and there.
"I want everyone to go Plus Ultra, to try and beat me. Even if it would be unnecessary because I'll win, I just hope it'll be a challenge for everyone. Even me."
A few of the other students cried out after her as she stepped off.
"Isn't this the type of drama you guys wanna see?! That was Kotomi Bakugou and she says she'll win!" Mic commented, clearly excited about this.
"Why am I even here?" Aizawa asked voice muffled from the bandages.
"Don't ruin this for me Sho!"
The media and crowd easily ate all of it up, as they cheered on the headstrong girl.
Izuku's mouth settled into a rare smirk, he would definitely make it challenging.
One of the screens above flicked into "First Event" and Midnight once again let her whip crack.
"Let's start right away!"
Uraraka idly commented on how that was par for the course.
"Now! The dreadful first event!"
Crack!
A colorful holo-screen popped up from behind her, and she posed again, with her whip raised. The screen blurred, the visual flicking through more and more challenges. The speakers started a quickly paced track and the tension built. Until...
"The Obstacle Race!"
The Sports Festival had truly begun.
A.N. So, a few questions need to be answered. Anyway, the Midnight Onesie is completely fine, because 18 Plus but in a High School?
Also, I really do appreciate all the reviews! They definitely brighten my day. I might make a one-shot about the thing Leonardo De Lesbia mentioned. Izuku with Momo and Jirou chilling.
And for Language Lazer, he isn't exactly playing in between the scenes, just a song that he knows. Just like he isn't writing notes or reading Wikipedia Pages. I just put them in for some information I couldn't insert as a naturalistic-ish exposition. He didn't have any strings yet remember?
Once again, thank you all so much for the support and the constructive(sometimes not-so, but still thankful) criticism! Really can't say it enough.