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Dis is Disaster

I had 2 post dis chap becuz Idol is busy with highschool

This year 4 halloween I'm mcguivering together a knight costume, it's not that bad

We hope you enjoy this chapter

Oh and i'm starting a haikyuu fic soon, OC x Hirugami so you can check that out in a couple of weeks in my profile

I have never posted a chapter before so i'm sorry if i messed up

I did not manage to get through his thick skull.

Kirishima immediately went off to find Yangchen, muttering to himself about "being manly means not being in love" or something. Like, being manly has nothing to do with being in love! Get your girl!

Todoroki's match began shortly after with a shout from Present Mic. He walked into the arena, face as blunt as ever.

But something was off.

I didn't know what, but something was very off. Sero was acting like normal Sero, but Todoroki was more stiff than usual.

Was it because of our conversation? Or did something else happen?

Present Mic announced the start of the match with a scream.

Sero immediately fired his tape towards Todoroki. The white sticky paper wrapped around Todoroki's arm-

And we all jumped back because holy crap that is one giant glacier.

"Be honest Sero. Can you move?"

"What do you mean, can you move? Of course I can't!"

What the-

"He won? Just like that?" Uraraka whispered in horror. "That's...oh my god."

"Woah…"

"I mean, I knew he was powerful, but…"

"He's gonna win the Festival, no doubt."

Everyone started muttering stuff along those lines. I have to say, I was a little shooketh. I knew that my conversation with Todoroki affected him, but this was not what I was anticipating.

As Todoroki started thawing Sero out of the ice, I managed to catch a glimpse of his face.

It was an expression I would never have thought someone like Todoroki could wear, but I'd been around enough people who looked like that so I could tell.

Todoroki was downright miserable.

The door flung open. "Oi, did the match-"

Yangchen didn't finish her sentence, staring at the mass of ice in front of us. "...Woah."

"Yeah. Woah." Mina commented, leaning back. "I feel bad for whoever had to face him next."

"That would be me…" Midoriya meekly stated from behind Yangchen.

Mina sighed. "Well, it was nice knowing ya."

"Hey!" Iida stood up. "It is extremely disrespectful to discourage our classmates like that! As his fellow peers, we must-"

"Yeah, yeah, we get it Lancelot," Kirishima snickered.

Iida choked and sputtered. "Lancelot?"

"Ya know, cuz your Hero Costume is literally a knight's armor," Kirishima was positively smirking now as Iida struggled to come up with an answer.

I laughed along when my eyes found the brackets again.

Wait, isn't my match next!?

"Sorry, gotta go, bye!" I stood up in a flash (hehe, see what I did there? ...no? Okay then) and dashed out of the room before you could say Whey.

"AAAAAAAND NOW, THE THIRD MATCH OF THE FINAL ROUND OF THE U.A SPORTS FESTIVAL!"

I walked out, holding myself more confidently than I felt.

"From Class 1-A, her quirk has caught our attention more than once! The human flashlight, give it up for AMANO KIIIIIIIIIRARUUUUUUUU!"

I winced, covering my ears as Present Mic screamed. Even though my quirk put strain on my ears, Present Mic's voice was still plenty obnoxious. I liked him better in English class.

"Facing her is the boy with the electrifying personality! The one, the only, KAMINARI DEEEEEEENKIIIIIII!"

Said Hero Student walked up to the stage, grinning.

"You know the rules," Midnight grinned. "Incapacitate your opponent or force them out of the ring, and you win! Gooooooood luck!"

Kaminari and I looked at each other for a moment. He didn't seem that serious...maybe he thought that his power would be hard to beat. He wasn't wrong; if it weren't for his laidback attitude, he could easily be one of the strongest members of the class.

I took a breath. What did Yangchen tell me to do?

"Oi. Amano. You wanna get past Denkkun, listen up. If he goes for an indiscriminate shock, you're screwed. There's no cover in the arena. Yer best bet if you wanna keep your skin is taking first move. Stun 'em n' shove him outta the ring. Don't maintain contact with 'em too long, he can cover his body in electricity. Basically just start kicking him in the butt till he's out of the ring. His and your shoes are now your greatest advantage, they're made out of rubber."

That would be a bit hard to do with my leg injury, but I'd manage.

"This match will be over just as fast as it started, Amano!" Kaminari's eyes flashed for a second, throwing me a bit off guard.

Now that was something I'd never seen in the other boy.

But no matter. My hand drifted to my blindfold, still around my neck, as Midnight raised her hand.

"START!"

Before Kaminari had a chance to take action, I wrapped the bandana around my eyes in one swift movement before clapping my hands. With a yell, the world went dark for him.

"Argh, dammit! You're not getting off that easy!"

Pulling off the blindfold, I saw Kaminari in a fighting stance. Clearly he had time to get used to my quirk.

I wouldn't waste a second of time.

"It doesn't matter if I can't see or hear! Indiscriminate Shock, 1.3 million- AGCK!"

Ignoring the ringing in my ears, I tackled Kaminari to the ground and stepped on his back.

My shoes are my greatest weapon.

I picked him up by the feet and dragged him to the edge, which was harder than it should have been, and I dropped his legs out of bounds. He had tried to cover himself with electricity to shock me, but since I was holding the rubber soles of his shoes, I was fine. His shoes hit the ground with a pok.

That's when the ringing in my ears decided to cease.

Midnight looked around, confused, but immediately got back in character once she saw the situation. "Kaminari is out of bounds! Amano advances to the next round!"

"YES!" I pumped my fist as the crowd roared.

"AAAND Amano uses her Quirk once again, folks!" Present Mic commented. "Nobody saw it unless you had superhuman eyeshades! In a sneaky move, Amano Kiraru advances to the next round! Eraserhead, any commentary?"

"...She did well," Aizawa-san said in his usual drawl. "However, and I think this is evident by the number of times she's used her Quirk already, she relies too much on it. Everyone knows her capabilities; she needs to have a strategy if she wants to advance."

Rude.

I wasn't that good at strategy, but that's what Yangchen was for, amiright?

I walked out of the stadium, basking in the crowd's cheers. Once I was sure that nobody would see, I slid down the wall.

That had taken a lot more out of my leg than I thought.

It wasn't like I could go to Recovery Girl either; her quirk would put me out of commission for the rest of the Festival.

Oh well. I'd just have to live with it.

"Aight," Hiro punched the wall behind himself dramatically. "Who's the next target?"

We were having a little strategy meeting about our new vigilante career. That kid earlier did his job well; in the poor districts where we came from, we were almost as famous as All Might himself!

For good reason too. I mean, we were just a bunch of kids who took down a villain.

They need to do a better job.

I raised my hand. "I say we go after someone in Hokkaido."

"Hell no!" Maki turned on me. "Hokkaido is way too cold!"

Shun just laughed weakly. "How about Okinawa?"

I crossed my arms petulantly. "Well do you have a boat to get there?"

Yuki facepalmed before sharing her idea. "Let's just look for wanted posters or something, okay?"

"Sounds good to me." One by one, we all gave our assent.

Turns out Yuki came prepared; from behind her, she pulled out an entire stack. At our questioning stares, she just shrugged. "What do you think I do while you all are out saving the world?"

Hiro just shook his head. "I'm not even going to question her anymore…"

Yuki just smirked before taking the first poster from the pile.

"How about this one: Man wanted for arson, assault, and like twenty other offenses I don't feel like listing. Dead or alive, two hundred thousand yen for anyone who can catch him."

Hiro's eyes widened comically. "That's a hell of a lot of money! Think of all the things we could do…"

"We're not taking him down for the money."

"Aww, Shun, why?" Hiro pouted.

"The police are after us too. We turn him in, we turn ourselves in too."

Oh right. We were criminals too.

"Yeah, but then what's the poi-cough-"

"YUKI!"

Yuki dropped to her knees, overtaken by a very sudden coughing fit. Shun dashed to her side and started rubbing soothing circles around her back while we inched closer, trying not to aggravate her illness further.

"Can you breathe?"

"Can you see us?"

"Yes… I… I'm fine…"

Shun's eyes carried a deep sadness as he turned to us. "She's not getting better. Sooner or later, we'll have to take her into a hospital."

"But we don't have any money!" Maki protested. "I say we just disguise ourselves and get the money from the wanted poster. That way, we could probably afford medicine-"

"Are you crazy?" Shun raised his voice.

Maki didn't reply.

That was probably because Shun almost never raised his voice.

I sighed. "Look, I get that tensions are running high, but for now all we can do is focus on the job at hand. We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Hiro nodded. "I surprisingly agree with Kira for once."

I narrowed my eyes playfully. "Kira?"

He stared right back. "You like it, don't even bother denying it."

Maki elbowed him. "Oi, you gave her a nickname, what about me?"

His eyes twitched. "Maki doesn't need shortening."

"Call me Ma then."

"No!"

"Guys!" Shun called us to attention with another shout. When we were quiet, he spoke again. "As much as I hate it, Kiraru's solution is the best right now. Sorry Yuki, but we'll have to pass on the money part. We'll take this guy down for practice, not for money."

Yuki looked up at her brother reassuringly. "Don't worry, I don't mind. We'll figure something out."

Hiro cracked his knuckles, a rare feral grin on his face. "Then we better get moving."

"AAAAAAAAAAND NOW, the next battle! Are you ready? YYYYYEEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!"

Present Mic's voice will forever haunt me in my worst nightmares.

Great, now I sound like Tokoyami.

It was time for Yangchen's match with Aoyama to begin.

I was vibrating in my seat. Yangchen would win. I knew she would. She always had some sort of trick up her sleeve.

Uraraka chuckled. "You must really want Yangchen to win, huh."

"Heck yeah."

Kirishima seemed almost as tense as I was nervous which I found hilarious. Hopefully his existential crisis about being manly was over.

"More classmates from 1-A! A knight in shining armor! He's the bright, he's the dazzling, AOYAMA YUUUUUUUGAAAAA!"

Aoyama waltzed into the arena, blowing kisses at the crowd. I facepalmed.

"You might know her from the USJ, returning to action with a full recovery! Let's see if this will put her smarts to the test! Please welcome TSE YAAAANGCHEN!"

Yangchen marched up to the starting position, an unnervingly determined expression on her face as Midnight explained the rules again.

Yangchen had gotten permission to use her belt for this round. Her belt had a bunch of metal orbs, which gave her access to her arsenal of weapons, most of which I couldn't name if I tried. Yangchen without her belt was just not going to happen; they had to be together. She only filled out the paperwork for the third round of the games, though.

I clenched my fist. You can do it…

"START!"

"I apologize, ma cherie, but you will be crushed like the dainty rose you are!"

No matter how many times I heard them, I could never get over Aoyama's stupid French metaphors.

"Well," Yangchen took on a confident stance, hand on her hip and staring straight into Aoyama's eyes. "I've got a question for you, oh great Sir Aoyama."

Are they seriously roleplaying? In the middle of a tournament?

Aoyama blinked, but bowed. "It would not be chivalrous to interrupt a lady's statement, so please go ahead, mademoiselle!"

"I noticed that ya like to say that yer like, a 'shining light' or something. What baffles me is the use of your quirk."

Aoyama's smile suddenly grew a bit forced. "Ohoho?"

"I've noticed that you only fire your laser for a moment." Yangchen cocked her head. "Why is that?"

Now thiswas entertainment. I leaned back smirking as Aoyama grasped for nonexistent words. "Well, ma cherie-"

Yangchen threw her hands in the air as she continued speaking. "It's such a powerful quirk; you should show it off! For a person who says they can't stop twinkling, I can't figure out why the shiniest part of him is only illuminated for an instant! If a person even blinks, they'll miss it!"

She had a point. The crowd started murmuring in agreement as Aoyama visibly sweated. "A-Are you trying to undermine me, miss?"

Yangchen groaned, bringing a hand to her head. "No, I'm trying t' make ya look good! You should be shining!" She waved her hands in an imitation of a sparkle to further illustrate her point.

Aoyama turned to the crowd with grace.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like you to know that I cannot shine as brightly as I wish!"

He did some weird move in an attempt to show his innocence. The crowd murmured and I heard a few snickers. Yangchen smirked as though this was good.

"If I try to shine for a long period, I get the rumblies! How unfortunate!"

How stupid.

He placed his hand on his forehead in a false show of pitifulness. Yangchen's hand crept to her belt, and she walked forward. In a few seconds, she broke into a run.

"I do hope you all under-ACK!"

Yangchen had snuck up behind him with a shovel. She had whacked him in the head and forced him to the ground. She then continued to hit him on the side and slowly shoved him out of bounds.

"You are the most unchivalrous person I have ever met!" Aoyama groaned.

"That's a lot with Bakugou in the class." Yangchen retorted.

"Aoyama is out of bounds!" Midnight called. "Tse advances to the next round!"

Well, that was easy.

Yangchen always has some strange trick up her sleeve. Don't tell her this, but I hope we don't have to fight. Not to say that I can't beat her, but neither of us can afford to lose this.

"Oi. Yangchen. Come over here."

"What is it, Aizawa?"

"What's your deal with that kid?"

"Which one?"

"The one with the indigo hair."

"The one who looked like you?"

" …Yes. What's your deal with him? Seemed like you have something against him."

"Nothing."

"You seemed really angry at him today in afternoon homeroom."

"Well 's not like I liked the fact that he barged straight in, made some stupid claim thinkin' we were arrogant, basically thought we're lazy scumbags who let fame go to our heads. I almost died n' he thinks I'm arrogant cause of it."

"His claim was assumed and stupid. He doesn't have anything to support it. Although, he seemed angry with the class as a whole. It seemed like he wanted to be a hero but couldn't get into the hero course."

"That doesn' give him the right t' walk all over us!"

"That kid's arrogance could be his downfall. But judging by his confidence in being transferred, he might have a powerful quirk."

"I'll still kick that arrogant asshole's ass!"

Kirishima: What makes you think I'm flirting with you?

Yangchen: Why are ya in my room, shirtless, sprawled across m' bed?

Kirishima: Not the point. Don't change the subject.