"I can't believe we actually went through with that." Arjan groaned, his head feebly bobbing in and out of the trashcan trying not to vomit anymore than he already had, "I messed up so many times."
"There wasn't much else we could've done." Keali'i said while holding back Arjan's bangs, "We already screwed ourselves so it's not like we had anything to lose."
"Although going down in flames seems very on brand for us." Yemi conferred.
"I still can't breathe-" Arjan whined, his shaky hands tightly gripping the rim of the trashcan and knees nearing buckling.
"That's because you're having a panic attack." Shelby assured as she continued to rub his back, ". . . I'm sorry, for all of this."
"There's no point in us crying anymore, what's done is done." Yemi heartened while wiping away the tear wavering on Shelby's lower eyelid with the back of her index finger.
"God it'll be so nice to keep food down again." Stretched out Arjan with a grunt.
Suddenly, beeps emitting from the metal rings around their ankles interrupted their conversation, "Ten minutes . . ." Keali'i mumbled. Glowing individually in their allocated colors, the four of them reappeared in their original costumes, notably now tattered and frayed; the metal rings made one final clicking noise indicating they were no longer usable.
"Argh, I can't stand this thing!" Raged Arjan, peeling the spiked bald cap from his head and throwing it on the ground, scratching his blond hair furiously.
"Uh, didn't you have that glued to your head?" Keali'i pointed out while slipping down both masks from his face.
He sighed, "I don't know, for some reason I thought the adhesive would mess up our other costumes so I dissolved some of it before our match."
"I'll feel a lot better once we trash these things." Imparted Yemi as she removed her helmet and yellow spandex balaclava, shaking her head side to side to fluff out her textured hair before putting on her glasses.
"Like it even matters," Shelby remarked, pulling her wig off from the length then combing through her light pink hair with her nails, "I doubt anyone's ever gonna let us forget about this."
"Hey!" Called out a familiar, underwhelming voice.
The four of them jumped and coward close to each other with a shout, surprised to see that Aizawa had found them.
"What are you yelling for?" He asked.
"You scared the hell out of us!" Shelby trembled.
"You didn't have to sneak up on us like that!" Arjan followed up.
"I didn't even- . . . never mind." Sighed Aizawa, "You know, I have to admit, you four really outdid yourselves this time."
"W-We can explain-" Addressed Keali'i.
"I'm all ears."
With a hefty sigh from Keali'i, the group began hectically talking at once and over each, unable to deceiver what either of them were trying to disclose.
"N- wait, hold on, one at a time, one-at-a-time, please."
"-We were worried about not being taken seriously like we already have been," Yemi started off.
"We thought if we toughened ourselves up that no one would think twice," Arjan added.
"But instead we turned into jerks and treated everyone who was trying to be nice to us like crap," continued Keali'i.
"The only people who treated us normally were the other international students and that's only because two of them already went to the same school as two of us." Shelby shared.
"As soon as we knew we were in the wrong everything went down hill from there," uttered Arjan.
"But we'd thought there was no going back after keeping this up for long so we forced ourselves to keep going until we couldn't take it anymore," sniffled Yemi.
"We get that this wasn't the best way to come clean but in the end this is who we are- or rather, Suit As Sugar is the Pro Hero team we want to be," Keali'i disclosed.
"We're so stupid and that's the only answer we have to justify ourselves; nobody forced us to do this, we know what we did was wrong and we'll accept any punishment thrown at us." Cried Shelby.
"We're sorry." They whimpered in unison, their heads hung in shame while trying not to cry in front of their teacher.
Aizawa tilted his head side to side, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, ". . . I mean, you acknowledged what you did and tried to do something to fix it, which I can't say for most adults, but I really don't think I'm the one you should be apologizing to."
"Which is why we have The List!" Announced Yemi; with dramatic aptitude, Keali'i and Arjan together held a long, neatly written list consistent of points relating to ways of mending their relationships with everyone.
"Of course, we don't expect everyone to forgive and forget but we're still going to put in the effort!" Shelby promised.
"Well, I guess as long as you learned your lesson . . . Oh, by the way, Shelby, about your quirk-"
"Huh? Oh, that's right! I noticed you're still your grumpy self- n-not that I think you're like that or anything!"
"-Right, anyways, your quirk, there's a way to stop it's effect, yeah?"
"Well duh, but-"
"But what?"
"You don't have enough hands for all that work." Arjan blurted out.
"Huh?"
The confrontation of his international students provided information he was not expecting, not that he was to pry into their private matters to begin with, but when the situation involved his other students and the aftereffects brought upon by their behavior he became curious. Once he was satisfied by their answers he made his way back to the press box where he left his co-host, but Aizawa wasn't doing so empty handed.
"Hizashi . . . " Aizawa mumbled while quietly entering through door.
"Hmm?" Turning towards the sound of his voice, he noticed the bat held in Aizawa's hands along with his menacing gaze, "Ahh! W-Wait a minute-!"
"Tell me how you feel right now."
"I-I um-?! Scared?! Confused?!"
" . . . Oh good, you must've snapped out of it when you fell."
"What are you talking about?! D-Don't come any closer!"
"Relax, I thought you were under one of the student's quirks." He specified, sitting in the empty chair next to his partner, who was keeping a considerable distance from him despite no longer holding the club in his hands.
"So you were going to hit me with a bat?!"
"Nah, it was just a little something I picked up on my way here."
"Your jokes are the worst, you know that, and what's going on?"
"Everyone in the audience is annoyingly happy and stan-crazy thanks to the same quirk, so we're most likely the only two who aren't completely useless."
"So what does that mean?"
"Either we keep things on schedule without 1-A's international students or we wait a few hours for her quirk to wear off."
"A few hours?!"
"At the least, so it's up to us to decide."
"Hmm, you said everyone, right?"
"Anyone around who could hear."
Present Mic sighed, "Tch . . . Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, and Pro Heroes of Japan, all good things must come to an end, and here we thought this year's first U.A. Battle Royale would never stop! Not only were we sent on a roller coaster of emotions, but we saw incredible things that we thought we'd never see in our lifetime! Both sides put their blood, sweat, and tears into each event but only one side came out on top, showing us what the next generation of heroes has in store for the world: international students, you paved the way of self-improvement and insured us that we should never stop growing- that our potential can exceed even our own expectations! Bask in your victory, champions, there's no place to go but up from here on out!"
During the sports festival commencement, the remaining international students stood in their appropriate spots divided by class to receive their medals, however, the fact that a large portion of the stage was empty raised some obvious questions from spectators, faculty, and students alike. Through their melodramatic disappointment, they proceeded with the closing ceremony in sullenness despite hopelessly yearning to be in proximity of their new 'idols' once again.
After the stadium had been completely vacated and the janitorial aspect began, Aizawa, being their homeroom teacher, was eventually caught up with and asked if he knew about the whereabouts of his international students and why they did not appear to receive their awards. Haphazardly, he explained that they sustained injuries during their match due to their lack of preparation and needed to seek medical attention; unable to discredit his statement, although they were no longer in a state of euphoria, they took his word and asked if he would personally deliver their medals at the end of the day.
Later that afternoon, around dusk, a promise made earlier in the day came unexpectedly under the current circumstances;
"Ahh, Javier!" The entirety of Class 1-A shouted as they saw him, personally, carrying a tall pot with the same hands that were cut off earlier; while in casual clothing, his arms and legs were concealed under some oddly textured coverings that resembled boots and gloves rather than casts.
"Y-You shouldn't be carrying that!" Sato trilled, trotting over to the other student and snatching the container from his hands.
"Should you even be out moving?! What about your arms and legs?!" Vociferated Ojiro while following Sato to assist in carrying anything else he may have had.
"Oh, don't worry about me!" Javier beamed, "I still got a few more hours of solidification before I'm limbless, and I already promised Recovery Girl I'd go to the hospital after this."
"Don't worry, we're keepin' an eye on him." Estelle affirmed, hover-handing the ingredients secured on top of Ximena's tail.
"To be fair, we did try to stop him." Softly mumbled Ximena.
"An' if ya' think that's bad, wait 'til ya' see all the strays we picked up on the way here." Mickey carped as they threw their thumb back behind them to reveal the entirety of Class 1-B behind them.
"Hey! Who are you calling strays?!" Shouted Kamakiri.
"How could you say that after hoarding all that good food without leaving us some?" Awase whined.
"B-But you guys have been eating Latin American food most of the time we've been here . . . " Javier disclosed.
"It's delicious!"
"It's a special occasion!"
With so many comments pouring in from the crowd of their peers, he couldn't help but to sigh, "Well, I can't argue with all that, now can I?"
"It's hopeless, Javi', they're addicted." Ximena loudly whispered.
While most of the dishes had been prepared and ready to cook before traveling between dormitories, they had left out some of the easier side dishes and entrees so that could put them together as a group, given there wasn't too many opportunities for the two classes as a whole to participate in out of school activities.
"You know, I thought with what happened today, they'd come down from their rooms." Yaoyoruza wondered out loud while pausing from peeling garlic cloves to look up.
"Ah, I wouldn't worry too much about them, they're probably getting some sleep." Estelle replied, tossing salt in a bowl of fresh-cut french fries- and Tetsutetsu, being swatted away after grabbing a few without her knowledge.
"What do you mean?" Asked Uraraka, hesitating to resuming slicing the tomatoes in front of her.
"Obviously, it would be hard for someone like me to be in their situation," sniffled Ximena while mincing onions, "but if I had a secret that was making me depressed and anxious I'd imagine it'd be exhausting and gut-wrenching to keep, but then once it was finally out, the physical and mental relief would be overwhelmingly intense."
Yaoyoruza and Uraraka shared a concerning glance, of course the others would know better than they would, but were they really going through such turmoil this entire time?