Kaminari jumped back as Bakugo unleashed a massive explosion, counterattacking with his own wave of electricity. As Bakugo blasted off into the air, Kaminari wiped the sweat from his brow. "This is crazy..." Midoriya said. "He's keeping Kacchan at bay..."

"I wonder why he hasn't succumbed to his electricty yet." Tokoyami wondered, grabbing his chin in his hands.

"Just look, he's only using short bursts of electricity." Midoriya explained. "He's trying to preserve his limit until he can secure a winning blow, but he can't hold out for much longer." He said, thinking back to his own fight with Todoroki.

"Are you worried about Brief?" Uraraka asked Yaoyarozu as she placed a hand on her shoulder. Her face was full of concern, and her fist held tightly to her chest. With a simple nod, Uraraka smiled. "I'm sure she'll be alright. She's still the one who protected us from that big bird monster, remember?"

"Y-You're right. I just need to calm down. Worrying won't do me any good!" She said to herself as she clapped her hands on her cheeks.

"AND WITH A DEVASTATING FLURRY OF EXPLOSIONS, BAKUGO BLOWS HIS OPPONENT OUT OF THE RING!" Present Mic announced as Midnight cracked her whip.

"Kaminari is out of bounds. Bakugo advances to the semifinals!" Midnight followed as Yaoyorozu gulped.

"To think I may have to face such brutatlity." She said with a shiver.

"I wouldn't certainly want to go against him..." Uraraka explained, feeling a strange sense of deja vu in her words.

"Well, it's my turn. I should make my way down there." She said as she gave Uraraka a reassuring smile.

"Hey, Yaoyorozu-" Uraraka suddenly said, stopping her friend from leaving. "Iida's my friend, but he knocked my out of bounds last round. So win this for both of us!"

"Right!" She said with a nod once more as she left her friends behind. Walking solemnly through the halls of the stadium, she stopped by the door that was labeled with a large red '+,' staring at it intently. No... I shouldn't disturb her right now. I'm sure she's doing fine! With her mind set on victory, Yaoyorozu made her way to the arena.


"WE'VE GOT A GOOD ONE COMING ALONG, FOLKS!" Present Mic annonunced. "This time we have not one, but two members of Class 1A's officers! That's right, it's the Class Deputy, as you should already know, Momo Yaoyorozu! And the Class Secretary, Tenya Iida!" He announced. "We're halfway through the second round, and I can hardly contain myself!"

"I look forward to engaging in combat with you." Iida said with a bow. "However, don't expect to hold back just because you're my friend."

"Right!" Yaoyorozu responded. "I wouldn't want it any other way!" Returning a bow, a sweat dripped past her brow. Iida... He's made it this far on speed alone. I need to be able to slow him down somehow.

"Get ready!"

Or maybe...I should speed him up!

"Begin!" As Iida leaned forward, allowing his Recipro to build, Yaoyorozu threw her arms back. As predicted, the way he did with Uraraka, he dashed behind his opponent, only to have his vision obscured. Yaoyorozu's jacket flew off, and the steel rods leaving her back slammed into Iida's face. Having grown accustomed to revealing her skin, she found a lack of embarrassment despite standing before the spectators shirtless.

With his glasses cracked, Iida recuperated, and now dashed towards the front. As he was meeting his mark, Yaoyorozu threw her arms forward, coating the ground beneath them with a black liquid. As Iida slipped and slid forward, Yaoyorozu grabbed the tungesten rods that emerged from her legs. Due to their high density and square base, Yaoyorozu was able to lift herself up as Iida slid underneath.

"YAOYOROZU HAS COVERED THE GROUND WITH SOME KIND OF BLACK SUBSTANCE! IIDA CAN'T CATCH GET ANY FOOTING WITHOUT SLIPPING!" Present Mic announced as Yaoyorozu turned around.

"Impressive. Because of his lack of knowledge as to what he's stepping on, using his Recipro any further would result in a potential fire. She not only eliminated the use of his legs, but she got rid of his ability to use his trump card altogether."

"I'm sorry, Iida. I want to be strong like Brief. So that's why I have to win here!" Before Iida could slide any further, he grabbed the tungsten bar. As he tried to pick himself up, Yaoyorozu threw a knee forward, slamming it into Iida's forhead before kicking him back.

As he slid out of bounds, Iida grasped at the tiling but to no avail. Clenching his fists against the ground, the crack of Midnight's whip marked the end of their fight.

"Iida is out of bounds. Yaoyorozu advances to the semi-finals!" She annouced.

The crowd roared at the unexpected outcome. "That's the Class Deputy for you! One of six students to be admitted into UA through recommendations, Yaoyorozu outsmarts her opponent when otherwise outclassed!" Present Mic praised as the crowd continued to go wild. "We still need a rematch of Brief vs. Son, so please allow for another quick break while we call them back to the stage!"


"Girls...Girls...!"

Bulla began to wake up, and the light of the room flooded her vision. "Huh...?" Bulla's eyes blurred for a brief moment before her vision cleared, focusing on her caretaker. "How are you feeling?" She asked as she took Bulla's small hands into her own.

"A little better..." She responded, holding her arm straight up and pulling it over in a long stretch. "How long have we been asleep?"

"Not long, sweetie. Maybe twenty minutes." She said as Recovery Girl walked up to their shared bed. In one hand was a small periwinkle-colored pill, and in her other hand was a glass of water.

"Here you go, dear. This will help with all those nasty thoughts in your head." She said as she offered the medication. As Bulla reached out and took her pill, Iwase struggled to wake Pan up.

"Come oon! Five more minutes..." She mumbled.

"Son, your classmates finished their matches." Iwase said as she lightly shook her shoulder.

"They're done!?" Pan suddenly asked, sitting straight up. "That means we're next!" Jumping out of bed, Pan reached to the ceiling and then down to her toes, stretching her arms and legs.

"Oh my, you were asking to sleep some more, and now you want to fight?" Iwase asked. "I can see where the whole 'Warrior Race' thing comes in." Holding her cheek in the palm of her hand, Bulla's eyes widened. That's right... None of it was a dream... Ms. Iwase, and Recovery Girl... They're part of our secret world now. With the thought, it felt as if part of an enormous weight had finally been lifted off of her chest, and she couldn't help but smile just a little.

"It's our time to show everyone what we're made! So let's get out there and do it!" Pan told her friend with a smile, holding out a fist.

"Right." With a nod, Bulla pressed her fist against Pan's, and the two walked out of the infirmiry.

"Do your best, my little Space Warriors!" Iwase called out to them, waving before Recovery Girl slammed her fist into the caretaker's side. "Hey! What the hell?!"

"For someone trying to keep a secret, you're awfully loud!" The girls heard, giggling to themselves as they made their way down the hall.

Turning the corner, Yaoyorozu suddenly gasped as the three girls collided. Scrambling on the floor, Yaoyorozu picked herself and looked down, her eyes instantly lighting up as she embraced her friends. "Bulla! Pan!" Yaoyorozu cried out as she hugged the girls.

"Hey, Momo, how did your match go?" Bulla asked her, helping Pan back to her feet.

"I managed to stop Iida's Recipro by coating the floor in black slime. I wanted him to think that I doused him oil, so that he'd be too cautious to continue with his attacks if he managed to get past it." She explained with a smile.

"Does that mean you won?!" Bulla asked, holding her hands together. As she nodded in agreeance, Bulla began to smile wide. "I'm so proud of you!"

"Well, it was all thanks to you, Bulla. You inspire me to be stronger like you, so that I can proudly stand by your side as the Class Deputy." Yaoyorozu told her, holding a hand to her chest with a warm smile.

"That's incredible, Momo. And I think... I think I'm finally ready to show off just how strong I am!" Bulla said excitedly, raising her fist to eye level and Pan pressed her own fist against her friend's.

"Alright! Let's get out there, Bulla!" Pan yelled, throwing her fist out. "I'm itching to spar again!"

Chuckling, Bulla waeved her goodbye to Momo before the two girls made their way to the arena. Dad... Give me strength. Something tells me that Pan isn't going to take it easy on me. The two girls bumped fists before separating to their respective sides of the arena. Although, to be fair... As the light of the outside world flooded through the hall, Bulla walked towards the next stage of the Sports Festival. You wouldn't have it any other way, Dad.