Come one, come all to the masquerade of hell! Yes. Welcome people to the dance of a lifetime!
The bright day will head into disaster without fail. This is something that Shouta knows. Every activity that they have scheduled, there will be something that messes it all up, whether it be the students or villains show up. After all that has happened, he has to wait for the inevitable. This year illustrates Murphy's Law quote well, "What can go wrong will go wrong". And this is something he had learned quite painfully and quickly. The USJ incident, the training camp incident, the constant sightings of villains with his students when they're supposed to be having fun; everything is against them—it has been against them since day one. U.A. is under constant watch, his students don't know about that. They are ignorant about everything after an attack. They don't know that the school has been sentenced to the gallows if there is one more incident, that the media are the ones that hold the lever to let them fall and hang as their punishment.
Throughout the entire speech, Ms. Joke throws a glance towards the underground hero that she has known for a long time. There's something off about him this year. Well, after all that has happened, everything has been off. She crosses her arms with a wide smile. "Your fly's open, Eraserhead!" She barks out a laugh, not noticing the dull expression that he posses. "But to think that all 20 students are still hanging in there." Ms. Joke glances at him with a sly smile. "Tell me, Eraser, have you warmed up to them?" Her laugh rings out, echoing slightly as she notices the look on his face. "Oh, don't go blushing on me! It's lame! Let's go out!"
Aizawa blinks in irritation, uncrossing his arms. He keeps his gaze on his class, answering the persistent woman beside him, "No. They're not the original 20. 19 of them are, but one isn't. I moved a student to a different class and moved another one up, but so far no expulsions. They all have shown potential, unlike my previous students. These will continue their studies until they stop showing any potential."
"Which one?" The woman leans forward to get a better look at the group, searching for one that stands out to her. She searches for the one who hadn't been in the class before, the one that she didn't pay attention to much during the Sports Festival. "The one that looks like your son but purple?"
"He's half my age." The man turns his attention from the exam to the woman next to him. "He's only a student. A problematic one but not as bad as the one who holds the title of Problem Child. No, Shinsou has a good head on his shoulders. If everything goes right, then he'll be an amazing underground hero."
She turns to him with her lips parted, eyes wide. "You really believe in him that much?"
The man leans back into his seat, relaxing slightly. He doesn't need to be tense. He has trust in his students. They will pass, no reason to. After everything that has occurred to them? He shouldn't be too worried about them failing this exam. He hums. The underground hero knows that they will make it in the hero world. "I don't doubt them. They've been through enough since the beginning. This will not be difficult for them."
Ms. Joke blinks, gaping at the man who usually never had this much faith in his students. While yes, U.A—especially Class 1-A—has been through a lot, it is quite weird to find him like this. "You sure do believe in them."
"Of course."
"Then, you shoulda told them." Her eyes soften, staring at her friend. She can't fathom what it's like for people to go after her students as if they're nothing but obstacles needing to be eliminated. Sure, the life of a hero is constantly competitive, but this young in life? "All the schools will go U.A. hunting."
"Ah, the infamous, U.A. hunting. The schools always head for the unassuming students." Eraserhead knows of this quite well. Every year, every license exam that occurs with U.A. the other students will always do their best to eliminate them before turning on each other. It is almost like a tradition for everyone. Too bad, it's never fun for either party. People work so hard and sometimes they don't succeed. If they do, then that is when it's fun for them. The challenge is exhilarating. "There is no reason for me to even say anything to them. No matter what, if they know or not, it won't change the way they act."
He watches with indifference. The hero knows just how well his students work. "Being a hero means getting yourself out of a cinch, you broadcast your quirks anyway even prior to being a pro. They just have to progress forward and overcome the obstacles that get in their way." A lazy grin comes to his face, tilting his head back to look at her. He has a feeling that they'll do good, as long as they remember everything they've been taught. "They have done just that during these past few months, against villains, against each other, and against themselves. They will overcome these students."
Everyone else is grinning, smirking, all ready for what they will be doing. Their main objective is not staying in, but taking people out. Their main target? U.A. The best part? The students of twenty have no idea just how much the other students have it out for them. The worst part? Reality is that two know about their plan. The first one is a teenager with violet eyes and white pupils. This teenager, they don't know much about. This teen, they saw him fight the green-haired male who continued to break his bones in the second round. They don't know what his quirk is, they don't know how it works. That is a set back when it comes to him. They don't know much about him, but the aura that surrounds him, it just makes them realize that he is powerful. A boy with a great ability that may rival their own. This one will put up a fight, a challenge worth going up against. Although, they make it up by knowing the other well enough.
A blond with red eyes, a scowl on his face. He is the violent one who was taken during that incident not too long ago. The incident that ended up bringing the end of All Might. This teenager is one to always aim for the top. He is harsh and cares of not his opponents. He does not hold back at all. He does not think of anyone as weak as long as they prove themselves. That much they saw during the fight with the brunette. She fought him bravely and the guy never once held back. He knows how to fight. The blond is a ferocious force, another challenge to prove themselves worthy.
The first one to get taken out, they know will be the green-haired teenager with the green eyes. He will use his quirk and break his bones. Then, they will attack. They had a chance to take him out along with a few others. The son of Endeavor will prove to be a difficult opponent, but other than that, they had a chance to defeat them. It's so great!
Bakugou Katsuki's scowl deepens while he observes the others, listening to them and getting annoyed. They talk to each other in an attempt to make a plan. One was to stick together. How stupid is that? It's complete bullshit. The half-and-half bastard explains that he cannot be close or he risks hitting one of them. At least he has the right idea. Katsuki doesn't give a damn about being here, being with his classmates. If he is to stick around, he will lose and Bakugou Katsuki does not lose. He goes off on his own and Shitty Hair follows. If that extra from before is who he thinks he is, then he will drop that friendly facade and he will attack them.
Once far enough from his classmates, he comes to a stop. His eyes sweep across their competition. His instincts have never failed him. The teenager knows well enough just how much their school is constantly in the limelight. He knows that if none of these extras know what their quirks are or how they work, then they haven't paid attention to the Sports Festival. That event is known widely and is watched by even villains. The greatest event is also their biggest weakness. It's all because of the fact that their quirks, their strengths, and their weakness are all broadcast to the entire country. It's not a hard thing to figure out. U.A is the best of the best.
Five . . .
Given this, Katsuki will make sure to pass the fucking exam. Of course, there is something about this exam, something that does not match up with how people react to the school. If he knows anything, then everyone will go after them. U.A. hunting, all because they are the best. It is not hard to figure out. Just look at the damn signs! He knows. He isn't stupid. If he was, then he wouldn't even be here. He would be at another school. A glance at Shitty Hair, he scowls. "Keep your damn guard up. If you don't, you'll be the first one out."
His eyes widen at the statement almost in disbelief at what he's saying. "Baku—"
Four . . .
"They're going to be hunting us down like the game we are. If we let our guards drop, then we'll get eliminated. Do you want that or do you want to pass?" He turns around to fully face the red-haired teenager, his crimson eyes meeting the other's gaze. "Remember the USJ incident?"
Three . . .
A flinch and a grimace on his face. He does. Of course, he fucking does. Why the hell—no, how the hell can anyone forget a time like that? Fighting for your life while fear grabs ahold and chokes you, but you push through. You have to, otherwise, everyone you know will die. That is the harsh truth that they had learned. "I—I got it." And Katsuki doesn't doubt it. There's a reason why they worked so well that day. There's a reason why they do not fail when they're together. A reason why he invited him to the expo. They're a good team who knows what the other is thinking despite the fact that they barely know anything about each other. Their instincts and fighting experience, their perseverance is what gets them through it.
"Well then, we will pass this shitty exam and show those shitty extras exactly why we are the fucking best!"
Two . . .
Shark Teeth grins widely, determination burns bright in his eyes.
One.
The bell rings, signaling the start of the exam. Although, to two unique students, the sound of the bell is not just a signal to begin the test. It is an invitation. An invitation to a waltz, a dance that is a mixture of defeat and victory. These two hold a dark aura around, their specialized weapons flaring with power. The bell, well, the invitation calls to the audience around, welcoming them to the waltz.
Oh, welcome to the masquerade! Come one, come all to the mysterious event known for its terrifying moments! With woes and sorrows, fears and panic, come and join! The music and the snacks, oh it is worth the night! The night will be filled with laughter and excitement. Come and dance! Come and join the waltz with euphoria and find a grand partner! The music, it never stops, rising and falling at intervals. Oh! Come and join the Champions and their friends!
A dance with sin.
A dance with death.
Their opponents have no idea of who they are dealing with. A dance of nothing but power. They do not know what this masquerade will bring. They do not know just how powerful these two and their allies are.
The sin of Sloth, it bears down on a few who have the misfortune to cross paths with the child.
The aura of Death, it weighs down everyone, chilling them to the bone upon meeting the child.
Welcome to the Masquerade of Ghostly Sins!
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen and non-binary folks, to eternal damnation!
Hehehe! Yes, welcome to eternal damnation where your hosts will be Death and Sloth!
Idk anymore.