Authors Note: I will be doing some of the bigger moments from later on in the series but right now I am just rolling with what pops into my head. I own nothing.
Misinformed
Izumi was a bit perplexed when the other girls approached her a few days before the sports festival. They dragged her away from her study session with Iida with barely an explanation. Ashido and Hagakure led the charge to the locker room where they all gathered around Yaoyarozu and Jiro who explained what they had been told. That each year's girls would be cheering.
"That's weird, I don't remember that at any of the other Sports Festivals I've watched. I mean there were always cheerleaders but…" Izumi frowned. "Come to think of it I don't know which year the cheerleaders were in. So I guess it makes sense." She trailed off into her usual mumbling speak. Yaoyarozu shook her head and pulled a bag from her locker.
"We have to make sure the ones I made fit you all." She and Jiro began handing out the outfits and the girls began to change into them. Some small adjustments had to be made but for the most part Yaoyarozu had guessed the sizes perfectly. Izumi had just finished when Ashido turned and let out a whistle.
"Who knew Midoriya was ripped!" Izumi went bright red as the other girls turned to her. Yaoyarozu nodded.
"She would have to be for her quirk. It's a kind of super strength right? Like All Might's." Izumi twitched trying desperately to hide her embarrassment behind her hands. Yaoyarozu stepped up to Izumi and gently took her hands, peeling them away from her face.
"Why are you embarrassed? It's just us here, you can talk to us." The other girls nodded, looks of concern on every face. Uraraka sat down next to her.
"Well…" Izumi let her hands be peeled away from her face which was still bright red. "It's just that… Well I was never… I just…" Izumi floundered. She wasn't sure how to put it in a way that wouldn't give away her secret, that for most of her life, up until the day of the entrance exam she had been quirkless and as such had always been the butt of every joke. She had always been plain and none of her old schoolmates had ever let her forget it. They had called her names and picked at every aspect of her appearance. There were days when their words still echoed in her head until she couldn't look at herself in a mirror. She made a split second decision.
"My old school, my classmates always made fun of me for being plain. It…"
"It gets to you after a while." Izumi looked up at her. "Before I got my quirk, and even sometimes after a lot of people would make fun of me. Because I wasn't as well off as most of them." Ashido ran a hand through her hair.
"They hated my eyes in middle school, they called me scary." All the girls were nodding each looking like they were remembering some slight against them in their earlier days. Hagakure was the first to speak back up.
"Um I know we're all trying for the top spot, to be the best hero. But… I think we should all agree not to cut each other down. I mean…" She trailed off losing either courage or words Izumi couldn't be sure but she nodded.
"I think Hagakure is right. We should all agree that we won't, we won't do that to each other. Heroes should lift others up, not put them down." The other girls smiled and each in turn put their hand in the center of the space between them. With a grin on each face they agreed and broke the circle.
"Personally I think you look nice Midoriya. You're super powerful too! I bet you'll be beating of boys with a stick after the Sports Festival." Izumi snorted and shook her head.
"Somehow I doubt that." The girls all laughed and began to change back into their regular clothes.
None of them figured out they had been tricked until it was far too late. Izumi was the color of a tomato as Jiro threw down her pom poms. Hagakure, ever the optimist, suggested that they make the best of it and keep cheering on their classmates but Izumi was feeling twitchy. She was fighting the first fight of the tournament. Against an opponent she knew basically nothing about.
"Would you mind if I sat out? I need to get ready for my fight." The other girls nodded and Izumi sighed in relief and exited the field, there were two people at the entrance and s she slipped past them Todoroki looked her square in the face and those heterochromatic eyes seemed to bore into her soul.
"Win your fight Midoriya. We have unfinished business to finish when I fight you." Izumi blinked and Ojiro, the other figure who'd been waiting for her, looked nervous and slightly confused. But before he could speak they were interrupted by Izumi's opponent.
"Nice skirt. One of your classmate's tricked you all into cheerleader outfits?" Izumi opened her mouth to speak to the purple haired youth but before she could get a word out she found Ojiro's tail inches from her mouth.
"Don't talk to him." Izumi frowned but the grin the other boy shot their way was nearly explanation enough and had Izumi holding her tongue. Shinsou smiled and spoke again.
"I look forward to our fight." With that he too walked away and Izumi turned to Ojiro her confusion written on her face. He nodded and began to explain what had happened when he'd responded to Shinsou's question.
