Chapter fifteen - I kid you not.
Class 1-A, and and the entirety of the first-year hero course students, were preparing for the 'U.A Sports Festival'. This was an event more popular than the Olympics. In Japan, anyway. Everyone was getting pumped and fired up, with the exception of a few students, who chose the calm side of things. Many 1-A students were skeptical about going out in public right after the villain attack but Aizawa simply said that going out again proved their strength and unwavering confidence to the villains to intimidate them. Bakugou got better the day after Kirishima came to visit him in Recovery Girl's room and he was in Gym Gamma for some intense training exercises. Not to mention, he had to vent out some frustration. Many students were there but some kept away from Bakugou as they knew of his difficult personality.
"God damn shitty-hair had to fucking go there and make me feel guilty...fuck him.." Bakugou mumbles to himself while he did 100 press ups, remembering yesterday's tantrum. Bakugou wasn't used to the feeling of guilt, as he had never felt it before. He thought of it as 'the feeling that erodes his pride' and Bakugou did not like his pride being messed with. He didn't want to feel guilt again. He exercised so much that he didn't notice the tap on his shoulder.
"Bakubro..'sup..?" said Kirishima energetically. He was still upset about yesterday but he didn't want to show Bakugou his pathetic side.
"Shitty-hair..what the hell do you want?" replied Bakugou who was clearly not as angry as usual. Kirishima took note of this.
Kirishima looked towards the floor with a nervous smile and rubbed his neck. "Uhm, about yesterday..bro, I'm sorry if I got too nosy. It won't happen again so are we coo-" he was cut off halfway.
Bakugou's face only turned more sour.
"This fucking feeling..it's eating away my damn pride and I hate it. He's doing this on purpose, isn't he? Because the damn festival is today. That sneaky bastard.." thought Bakugou.
"Don't fuck with me!" a few heads turned Bakugou's way. "Stop making me feel guilty, you shit! You're doing this intentionally, aren't you?"
Kirishima had a blank and confused expression painted across his face. He tilted his head to the side. "Huh?"
Kirishima thought about what Bakugou had just said and he instantly laughed and slapped his thigh.
"Bakubro? Really? You felt guilty yesterday? That's not good for your health..also, you're forgiven!"
"Agh?! I didn't ask for your damn forgiveness, shitty-hair!" screeched Bakugou in his normal hoarse tone, making explosions in his hand. Kirishima laughed hysterically in the gym at Bakugou's reaction. Inside Kirishima as very, very happy that Bakugou was feeling some sort of normal emotion other than rage for his friends.
"He's changing. Bakubro, you're changing surely, but slowly. I'm happy." thought Kirishima with a warm smile. Bakugou and Kirishima, along with Kaminari and Sero, exercised their quirks to the max for the festival to show the world that they were the best.
"That damn samurai-shit...I'll kill him next time I see him!" growled Bakugou. His three friends turned to face him with curiosity to who he was talking about.
"Who?" asked Sero, who was carrying weights. Kaminari was also listening, as he wasn't told yesterday.
Bakugou grumbled at how he now had to explain to them what happened. "During the U.S.J I got warped by the fucking mist guy and he sent me to this land with a short person in a damn yukata and he...he fought me and damn won!" He punched a punching bag so hard that is was about to break. Kaminari tried to calm him down despite his shock.
"You were beaten? Dude..He must've been CRAZYY strong!" shouted Sero.
"That's what I said! But this guy won't listen to anything I say!" said Kirishima pointing a finger towards Bakugou.
"I don't damn care! I will kill him the next time I see him! I'll beat him harder than he beat me!" screeched Bakugou, who was now pumping with energy. Kaminari laughed but soon accidentally electrocuted himself so he became dumb. That made everyone laugh.
All the students soon prepared until they had to go to the stadium. Some people were nervous but a certain heterochromatic boy wasn't fazed at all. He simply walked.
Izuku got up quite early due to him sweating so much and was also about to get sucker punched by Tezobi for ignoring her yesterday. Tezobi looked at how soaked Izuku was and looked at him with slight worry. She was going to ask him what happened but thought he should tell him later. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and looked at her.
"What do you want?" asked Izuku, half-asleep. Tezobi clicked her tongue and crossed her arms.
"We have a mission. Get up." Izuku immediately awoke and got ready into some civilian clothing for when he was going outside. He wore a warm, black jacket on top of a red top and some jeans and sneakers. He needed to blend in if he was going out for missions. Tezobi and Izuku walked over to the bar counter and sat at the chairs.
"Morning, Kurogiri." greeted Izuku with politeness but exhaust. "Where's Tomura?"
Kurogiri responded politely as well with, "Good Morning to you, Midoriya. Tomura has no assignments so he could go and sleep longer."
That fueled a new jealousy within Izuku.
"The brat gets sleep and I don't? Aren't I a growing boy? Whatever." he thought.
"Pardon my abruptness" continued Kurogiri. "But we have a mission for you and Tezobi must attend as well." Izuku honestly didn't have the energy to fight back so he just nodded but Tezobi groaned in an unhappy way and arched her neck to look at the ceiling and spun in her chair.
"Why? Fuck sake, I was planning to sleep. Ughh!" groaned Tezobi in distress. Sleep was the one thing everyone loves in the League.
"You're going to check that Izuku doesn't kill anymore people for unnecessary reasons." replied Kurogiri. "Though, I doubt he would have the nerve to kill someone in broad daylight."
Izuku raised a brow. "Gee, thanks. Now, what's the mission?" he asked.
"The mission is to go to the U.A Sports Festival and analyse their quirks, powers, weaknesses and strengths then collect the information in your notebook. Tezobi, supervise him. Your tasks aren't up for discussion. They are from Sensei. " explained Kurogiri.
"Why do I always get the damn babysitting jobs...?!" thought Tezobi. She stomped out with her blue high-tops behind Izuku and went along to the festival.
It was quite easy for them both to walk in as the information about the 'Izuku Midoriya' case had been confidential and Tezobi hadn't been seen in public much. They looked like brother and sister next to each other. Or maybe..sister and sister. They showed their fake ID's to get in and they sat at the back and Izuku got his equipment out and the festival began.
"Kacchan will probably start with a declaration of him winning, people hating him then him actually winning.." Izuku said camly aloud as he bit the end of his pen.
"Kacchan?" thought Tezobi.
The start of the festival began just as Izuku had predicted. Tezobi would be a liar if she said she was not even the slightest bit curious about Izuku and the way he worked. All she knew was that he was getting outstanding results and large amounts of praise, so the kid was doing something right. Throughout the whole thing, Izuku was fully immersed in recording the information about the participants and mumbles like he was possessed. He devoted his undivided attention to the festival and stayed for as long as he could to see everything happen until Tezobi slapped him out of his trance of concentration. When the festival finished, Izuku looked tired but refreshed and satisfied with the information he wrote down. Tezobi was in awe, horror, confusion, curiosity and happiness whilst watching Izuku write. He seemed happy and she liked when Izuku acted his age sometimes. She never said it, but she wanted him to smile more. Izuku was an observant person and noticed one student leave before the winner's announcement. 'Tenya Iida'. He heightened his senses, which included his sight, and used them to see his face all the way from the back and saw the eyes of a man out for blood.
"Revenge, huh. Tenya Iida, don't cross that path or you won't come back clean." thought Izuku. As much as he disliked heroes, he wasn't prepared to watch a fledgling hero become a villain over stupid revenge.
When they were were going back to the League, they encountered some lowly thugs, but all Tezobi and Izuku had to do was glare at them and their venomous glare alone was enough to say: 'you'll lose an arm if you aren't careful'. They got back to the League and Tomura was wide awake. Izuku had more than sufficient information and he handed it to Kurogiri before attempting to go to bed. Tezobi grabbed his hood, stopping him in his tracks.
"What the hell-"
"Brat, why were you drenched in sweat this morning with a weird facial expression?" asked Tezobi in suspicion. She had the feeling it wasn't his first dream. Izuku was a little taken aback that Tezobi saw him like that and remembered it. Kurogiri, Tomura and now Sensei were all listening.
"You just had to open your mouth.." thought Izuku.
" I had another dream. One that will happen very soon." said Izuku.
"Make Believe.." said Sensei. He and Kurogiri were very interested but Tomura was just jealous.
"Long story short; Hosu was in complete chaos and we were the reason for it. Nomu was there, too. I will not say anymore." said Izuku bluntly with an emotionless face. Sensei chuckled and clapped his hands while Kurogiri nodded. Izuku left out the parts where he changed the future and that Tezobi wasn't present. Tomura was furious and accidently activated his quirk on Izuku's hood.
"Who do you think you are, samurai boy. You have no choice but to tell us the res-" Tomura was cut off by Kurogiri.
"One of Midoriya's conditions when he joined the League was that he had free will over what he did. Hence, he isn't obliged to tell you, Tomura." said Kurogiri, wiping glasses at the counter. Izuku nodded to say thanks to Kurogiri for saving him there. Tomura reluctantly sat back down and childishly mumbled under his breath.
"Well said, Kurogiri. Tomura, learn from your colleagues and you will surely get stronger. I believe I am understood." Tomura at once got up and bowed to the monitor. "Midoriya, thank you for sharing this information with us. It is indeed very important and helpful that you are on our side and we are always grateful. Please meet me where Kurogiri will send you when the time comes. That is all." And with that, the monitor turned off and nothing more was said. Izuku shrugged, put his hands in his pockets and dragged his feet to bed. He was absolutely knackered.
"Am I happy with the answer I
got?" thought Tezobi. In hindsight, she should've been more considerate of Izuku's feelings. That was too late, though. You can't rewrite the past.