"Tomorrow's the first years' sports festival," Sawamura explained. He had gathered everyone up before they started training. "Which means you all should rest up tonight. I'm recommending that you five go home, but if you want to stay, we'll give you individual training."

Shoyo bounced on the balls of his feet. The UA sports festival was one of the most important sports events in all of Japan, maybe in the entire world. People have opted out of watching the Olympics, just because the sports festival was more exciting. And tomorrow, Shoyo would be on television. He would be the one that people watch. And hopefully, he would win.

"I'm staying," Kageyama interrupted his thoughts. The boy had stepped forward.

Shoyo jumped in front of him. "Me too!" He glared back at Kageyama. He couldn't let him win, even in training.

"I'll stay, too," Tsukishima sighed.

"I'd like to stay," Yamaguchi said timidly.

Yachi nodded emphatically. "Me too!"

Sawamura took a quick glance at Sugawara before saying, "Alright, then. Go meet up with your mentors."

"Perfect form, Yachi," Shimizu congratulated. "Try expanding your quirk, and make your opponent guess where you're going next. The bad luck will throw them off, and you can land a hit."

Hitoka nodded. "I never thought of it that way. Thanks, Shimizu!"

Shimizu smiled her beautiful, warm smile. "No, no, please, call me Kiyoko." Hitoka noticed a slight blush on the older girl's face. "It's kind of embarrassing when you're formal with me."

"I'm sorry," Hitoka said, face also heating up. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"It's okay." Shimizu waved her hand. "So, I think we should apply what you learned today." She lifted her fists up to her face and stood with her legs slightly apart. "Let's see if your quirk can beat mine."

Bokuto laughed. "Come on, squirt, you can't beat me like that!"

Shoyo's face flushed in anger and embarrassment. He tried to think. Apparently, blindly launching himself at the older boy wasn't working in his favor. No matter what angle he'd come in from, he always missed. So what was he missing? The wind from the launch was too strong, and he forgot his ski goggles in his locker. No doubt that he wouldn't be allowed to bring those things into the games, anyway.

Maybe if he went in from an angle that Bokuto couldn't see? No, that wouldn't work either. Bokuto had a distinct advantage above others in terms of sight. He was able to have decent vision in the dark and move his head a full three-sixty degrees.

"Hey, hey! You're quieter than usual, kid!" Bokuto boomed. "What're you plotting?"

Wait! That's it!

"Alright, I'm coming!" Shoyo shouted, launching himself once again at the spiky haired boy.

"Ah, you're going for another one of those, huh?" Bokuto grinned. "Guess I'll just have to dodge you agai-"

As he said that, he narrowly dodged a wing to the face. Bokuto blinked as he was grabbed from behind and pushed to the ground. Shoyo put his full weight on Bokuto's back, holding him down with his arms pinned behind him. He lowered his wings to cover Bokuto's eyes.

Shoyo's face lit up. "I did it!" he laughed. "I beat you!"

"Not bad," Bokuto groaned. "Now, get offa me before I die of lack of oxygen."

"Not bad, my little protege," Oikawa sneered. "Now, if you can just happen to find a rock or piece of metal lying around, I'd say you're all set."

Tobio grunted. He was flat on his stomach, with Oikawa stepping on his back to keep him on the ground. He waved the older boy off, hating the butterflies that he got when he saw the shimmer of his "mentor's" light brown hair. And also hating that he loved them.

"Do you have to use your quirk?" he muttered, staggering to his feet. "It's really annoying."

"How else will you actually listen to what I have to say, little Kagey?" Oikawa put a hand on his chest like he was offended. "I would imagine my protege to go along with whatever I think is best."

Tobio growled, face flushing. "Whatever."

Oikawa's wicked grin widened. "Now, how about you try that again? This time, don't Pinpoint to where I am. Pinpoint to where I'm going to be." He sighed and released his quirk. Tobio noticed a considerable change from before. "Okay, now that the spell's done, I think you'll be able to try to attack me."

Tobio growled again, balling his fists up. He had to get the ground to break or something. Unless...even water at a fast enough velocity could be able to break steel. He could Pinpoint his sweat. That would be absolutely disgusting. Although, if that was his only choice, he'd have to go with it.

"You're taking longer than usual, Tobio my dear," Oikawa taunted. "Could it be that the King is actually taking his royal advisor's advice?"

After hearing "King," Tobio's vision went red. No one called him the King, not even an upperclassman. With gritted teeth, he threw his hands in front of him, causing his sweat to fling itself towards the older boy. Oikawa's eyes narrowed in both disgust and intrigue. He dodged several of the droplets, but one managed to cut his cheek. He smirked, wiping the blood that dripped out.

"Not bad," he sort of praised. "Not good, but not bad either. You got one cut off of me." His smirk widened. "I wouldn't say I'm proud of you, since you didn't really listen to what I said, but I think you made more progress than you ever have."

Sawamura dodged another kick from Tadashi. "Nice one, Yamaguchi. Almost got me that time."

"Sorry!" Tadashi apologized, waving his hands. "I don't want to hurt you!"

"But that's what you're supposed to do!" Sawamura laughed. He calmed himself down, wiping a tear from his eye. "It's good that you don't want to hurt anyone. That'll make you a great hero. Actually." He put a thumb on his chin thoughtfully. "You'd be a great rescue hero. You should consider interning with Uravity."

Tadashi nodded, considering the possibility. "I was wondering, who do you intern with?"

Sawamura rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm not actually interning with anyone."

"Oh." Tadashi looked away, embarrassed he asked. "Sorry."

"It's fine, Yamaguchi," Sawamura reassured him. "It was my choice not to." After a minute or two of silence, he cleared his throat. "So, maybe we should practice a new move. Your Float can't be used on organic objects, correct?" Tadashi nodded. "Then I have an idea on how you can use it in the games tomorrow."

Kei panted, throwing up yet another wall to block a punch from Iwaizumi.

"If you take down your wall, you'll exhaust yourself more when you conjure the next one," the older boy instructed. "Keep the same wall up. Try to move it to suit your needs."

Kei's scowl deepened. His walls were incredibly heavy. He had tried to move them before, but they didn't budge. Since then, he's decided it was futile.

"Have you ever tried using a smaller wall?" Iwaizumi handed Kei his water bottle.

Kei nodded, taking the bottle. "A while ago. But I never saw a need for a smaller wall if I could have a bigger one."

Iwaizumi hummed. Kei rolled his eyes, setting his water bottle down. Whenever Iwaizumi led the charge in their training sessions, they usually ended up coming up with new moves. With Oikawa, it was perfecting their newfound knowledge. Iwaizumi had shoved so much new information into the boys' brains, that they didn't think they had any more room for school.

"Perhaps," the raven haired boy said, breaking the silence, "you could make a wall the size of a shield."

Kei rolled his eyes again. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Because…" Kei bit his lip, racking his brain for a single reason why he couldn't try this new tactic.

"Oh, I see." Iwaizumi smirked. "You really don't want to train with me, is that it?" Kei felt his face flush. "Stop me if I say something wrong here. You prefer to train with Oikawa? You don't like the new moves we try?" Iwaizumi took a moment's pause. "Oh, no, here's the real reason. You don't like getting out of your comfort zone. You think trying is too bothersome, so you stay where you're comfortable and risk your life because of it."

Kei opened his mouth to interject and closed it again. Iwaizumi was right, as always. The older boy was very perceptive when it came to people that he's spent time with. Kei hated losing to that sort of person.

"You know what, I have an idea," Iwaizumi broke the silence again, putting on a sweatshirt. "I was going to wait for this until after the games, but it looks like you need this now more than ever." He pulled out his phone and started texting.

Kei narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes back. "I'm doing something for your own good. Don't worry, you'll like it."

Kei braced himself for impact. When Iwaizumi or Oikawa ever said "don't worry", it really meant "you should worry more than you ever had in your entire life". While waiting for Iwaizumi, Kei's imagination went wild. Could it be that he was bringing in a weapon? It made sense, but not enough sense for Iwaizumi. The older boy relied more on his fists than weapons. Could he be bringing in another person? That made more sense than a weapon. If it was a person, then who would it be? Who would-

"So," a deeper voice drawled, "you're the fabled Tsukishima I've heard so much about."

Kei looked up toward the voice. What met his eyes was underwhelming. It was a tall boy with messy black hair. Kei sighed, walking up to the boy.

"Yes, I'm Kei Tsukishima," he answered the boy, holding his hand out for a handshake.

The boy waved his hand off. "I'm your new mentor." He gave a wide, evil grin. "I'm Tetsuro Kuroo."

A/N: So, I didn't write the sports festival. Horikoshi said that the sports festival was so much harder to write than it seemed, and I just didn't feel like putting myself through that. I did write the aftermath, though, so, uh, yeah.