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The morning of the sports festival dawned bright and clear. Izuku woke early, too excited to sleep more than his body needed. He lay there, eyes closed, hands roaming the soft body in front of him. Her back was pressed to his chest as she breathed deeply, clearly asleep and oblivious to the fingers working their way over her breasts and stomach. His morning wood rested comfortably against her ass, parting her cheeks slightly. He was content to lay there and feel her up, knowing that she was resting peacefully.
"Mmmm, good morning, Deku Baby. Whatever are you doing to little, young, innocent me?" She tried to be serious, but Izuku could hear the giggle coming through the morning fog.
"Oh?" he grinned and gently kissed the back of her neck, making her shiver. "I awoke to find this mysterious girl in my bed, so I was investigating to make sure she was harmless."
"Ohhhh, she IS harmless, quite. Now, mister, I know what you want, and normally, I'd be all yours. But… you have a big day ahead of you and you need all of your energy. I'll reward you tonight based on how well you do, don't you worry." She rolled over in his arms and planted a kiss on his lips, long and hard, trying to show dominance she knew she never really could against him. She broke the kiss and shooed him away. "Go go. You can't be distracted. GO!"
Izuku went to shower, knowing by the smirk on her lips that she had a special plan for him. And she was right, he needed to focus.
The atmosphere at the school was nervous, but excited. The students could hear the crowds gathering outside in preparation for the festival. The grounds were almost like a small city with how many food stalls and vendors had set up.
The boy's changing room was raucously loud. People shouting excitedly to each other. Lida looked around, concern showing on his face as he voiced out loud, "Has anyone seen Midoriya? I don't want him to be late."
Surprisingly, Bakugo was the one who yelled back, "He said he had something to take care of, and would be here at the last moment! Stupid nerd!"
Lida was somewhat mollified, but still concerned about his friend. He had only recently started showing signs of recovering, afterall, and even then, he had been spending very little time with the people who cared about him.
The intercom chimed, and a voice over the loud speaker said, "Please gather in the starting courtyard, the race portion is about to begin."
The students filed out, meeting up with the senior girls and filling the courtyard starting point. They knew the race would lead them around campus and end in the stadium, and while they couldn't see the crowd, they could hear them.
"YEOOOOOW, WELCOME PROS, HOME VIEWERS, FAMILIES, AND ALL OTHER LISTENERS TO THE SENIOR ATHLETICS SHOWCASE!" Present Mic's voice blared across the stadium, letting everyone know that it was time to begin. "THE FIRST EVENT IS AN OBSTACLE COURSE RACE, SAME AS THEIR FIRST YEAR! THIS YEAR, INSTEAD OF ROBOTS, THERE WILL BE PRO HEROES TRYING TO SLOW THEM DOWN. ALSO, THE MINES IN THE MINEFIELD ARE SIGNIFICANTLY MORE EXPLOSIVE THIS TIME! ARE YOU READY STUDENTS?! LET'S GOOOOOOOOOO!"
The light above the start line turned green. And nobody moved. The anxiety in Present Mic's voice was evident as he roared, "THAT MEANS GO, LITTLE LISTENERS!" Still, no one moved, the cameras focused on the starting courtyard showed a group of people that were completely still. It didn't even look like anyone was breathing.
A figure stepped out of the shadows and started slowly walking through the assembled students. They were wearing a heavy cloak that covered their face and dragged on the ground. The hem seemed to ripple, as if in a strong wind. The microphones in the area picked up a deep, calm voice. It spoke in an unusual cadence, almost like the speaker was reciting poetry. "I'm sorry, Present Mic Sensei. None of them can move right now. They are fine, I assure, you, I just wanted to take my time and enjoy the walk to the coliseum. The figure was out in the open now, the same unhurried stride taking them into the bright sunlight.
The figure paused, ensuring that every camera was on him. "Here goes" he thought to himself, before whipping off the cloak in one fluid motion. The gasp of the crowd could be heard from where Izuku stood. Present Mic's voice cried out a surprised, "YEOWOWOWOW!" and everyone in the audience, both physical, and watching from home, agreed.
Women all over developed a new crush that day. Men developed internal jealousy. The pro hero Best Jeanist had his jaw dropped, seeing the style of the young man who was clearly winning the Best Jeanist award this year. Toga, who was watching on the small TV in the warehouse, sighed and knew that she belonged, body and mind, to the stunning man she was seeing.
Izuku was wearing an all white, silk tuxedo. A dark green bow tie adorned his neck, and the white shoes and matching gloves gleamed in the sun. His hair was slicked back in a ponytail. He carried a black cane with a silver head and tip. The grip of the cane was fashioned into a tea cup, while the tip was fashioned into a blazing sun. His eyes blazed green, and lines of green and red could be seen emanating through the silk as he brandished his power.
He began walking slowly, emphasizing his cane with a flamboyant flourish. Step, step, click… step step, click... His voice, obviously slightly deeper than usual, and still with that poetic cadence swept across the stadium, picked up crystal clear by the microphones. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I wish to present to you the new and improved hero, Deku." Step, step, click… step step, click… "I would promise you that I would become the next number one hero." Step, step, click… "But I plan on so much more. I will become the pillar that supports all of Tokyo, Japan, and the World. I shall raise us into a new era of peace, no matter what it takes. Such is my promise to you." Step, step, click.
He had reached the group of pro heroes that were supposed to be slowing the students down. He didn't change his speed at all, but walked towards them, still grinning. The pro heroes looked at each other for a moment, before all jumping at once to pounce on Izuku. A great cloud of dust rose up, obscuring the view from the cameras. After a moment, Izuku could be seen calmly walking out of it, not a speck of dust marring his pristine white clothing. The dust cleared to reveal the pro heroes all unconscious, and lined up neatly in a row.
The crowd roared at this. They had never seen anything like it before.
Izuku reached the canyon, and the crowd held its breath. How was he going to do this? He still didn't change his stride, instead walking out and putting his foot down on thin air. He calmly strode across the top of the canyon as though he were strolling across an open field.
He reached the far side without appearing to notice the giant hole he had just traversed. The finish line was in sight now, with only the minefield between him and his dominant victory. Step, step click… Step, step, BOOM! A massive explosion of pink dust engulfed Izuku. He didn't even seem to notice. He continued to walk calmly, setting off a line of explosions as he went, clothes staying perfect and white the whole way.
As he reached the finish line, he turned, looked straight into the camera and said, with a dazzling smile, "Well, wasn't that just a lovely stroll? I guess my playmates should be allowed to race now, shouldn't they?" With that, the green faded from his eyes, and the lines of green and red power faded under his clothes. A roar went up from the starting point, and it could be clearly heard over the dead silence in the coliseum.