(Nighteye)
All Might has chosen another successor.
He had been sending the man messages to meet up so to have him meet Mirio as soon as possible, yet he refused to answer calls or even read the messages he sent.
Until a few weeks after the USJ, where he suddenly read his texts and answered with a quick and short one. "I already have one." And that… highly infuriated him.
Was it the girl that murdered those villains and supposedly kept up and overwhelmed the Nomu thing that was supposed to be as strong as All Might? He pulled some strings to look at it through any found footage from the USJ, but Nezu kept all the footage tightly to himself.
He saw a picture of the beast, covered in blood yet with no visible injuries other than a drained husk of a body. Apparently it was a lot bigger and muscular, even more than All Might, before this Jirou Kyoka beat it into a coma.
Something Mirio couldn't have done.
Mirio is a prodigy, that is for sure. His Quirk mixed with One for All would make for the greatest combo, the greatest defense mixed with the greatest offense. And yet now it wasn't possible.
Mirio would have very likely needed months to master One For All, and even then he surely couldn't have instantly pulled out the max power of the Quirk without injuring himself, so it would have taken a long time before he could have faced off against All Might and proved to be a challenge for the already weakened man.
And yet this Jirou Kyoka overwhelmed a beast capable of going toe to toe against All Might. The thought is chilling.
Mirio is the one worthy and rightful successor of One For All. Jirou Kyoka has nothing that shows the qualities of a future Symbol of Peace, but Mirio does. A man with a heart of goal and with a great dream.
What about Kyoka? She's clearly merely after fame. Clearly talented with her successful musical career, and her other successful writing career, with that rather dark 'Berserk' Novel being a massive worldwide hit.
How could someone that writes something so dark, twisted and heavy be a worthy Symbol of Peace? All Might's head must have been muddled when he made his choice!
He glares at the TV in front of him while sipping on his steaming tea in his hands, body straight like an arrow as he watched the fight between Kyoka and the whole of Class 1-B.
It was a total massacre.
One by one they all fell easily even with the number advantage, but his eyes narrowed when Kyoka just… kept predicting each of their movements without even looking.
It ended with her showing off her clear proficiency in using One for All to destroy the table her opponents created, and then… create an earthquake? How?
His eyes narrowed even more as the dust cleared and one of the drones flew down to witness the outcome, and the sight was quite shocking.
The unconscious bodies of all of Class 1-B were all stacked up together, and she was sitting on top of them with a lazy smile on her face.
She yawns, face still slightly bloodied from her previous clash, then turns her eyes towards the camera and gives a bored wave it's way, making his scowl deepen.
Cocky, nothing heroic, clearly after fame. Just what is All Might doing?!
Something in the back of his head nudges him, and suddenly he finds himself activating his Quirk and staring straight into what the Live TV is showing.
The cup shatters on the floor as he falls on the couch, hands shaking and face pale.
A destroyed city swallowed by flames.
An immense crater in the middle of it all.
A hill of corpses.
And standing on top of it was her. Jirou Kyoka, claw like gauntlets dripping with blood and holding a severed head he couldn't recognize.
Chilling eyes stare back at him, dark armor covered in blood, some even on her face and in her hair.
"I'm so going to enjoy killing you."
The vision came to an abrupt halt, his wide panicked eyes still staring at the TV in front of him.
And then he fumbled around for his phone. 'I need to call Nezu, he must know what kind of monster he is harboring!' He is usually incredibly good at keeping his cool, but his recent thoughts and anger towards All Might mistake in choosing a wrong successor, and then the incredibly vivid and realistic vision he had, all of that made his cool collected mind just poof out of existence.
And Nezu didn't deign him to even check his messages.
(Kyoka)
"So, Aki's team passed?" I raise an amused brow as I stare at my classmates, some blushing in embarrassment at their rather… embarrassing defeat. But also quite the hilarious one.
"Yep! I bought everyone to victory!" Tooru cheers while giggling in pure happiness and excitement while Kaminari's embarrassed flush just deepens.
"Okay, walk me through it."
"Well, Aki, Yaomomo and Meimei were planning something, and I was getting bored, so I stripped down and-"
- Flashback -
"Hah hah hah! Protect me my minions!" Denki laughed as he sat upon his grand throne, a mere large rock he found.
He pointedly also ignored Iida berating him while chopping the air.
His team consisted of Mashirao, Sato, Shoji, Sero, Mineta, Tenya, Fumikage, Mina and Tsuyu. The others had gone with Aki and decided to go and aim towards taking down one of the teams of Class 1-B while he decided to go for the loner! Hitoshi Shinso!
An easy victory!
"Hah! Is there even something that can take me down now?!" He laughs boisterously once more, arms crossed in front of him as his teammates merely shrug. They all wanted to go and take down the other Class B team, but Denki was just too scared!
He suddenly hears something crunch behind him.
"Yes there is." A comically deep voice spoke from behind him, sending chills down his spine. "It's Justice." And then a pair of invisible arms wrap around his neck in a choke-hold.
None of his 'guards' noticed he had disappeared until too late. Tooru had already dragged his unconscious body back to base, and the game ended up being only twenty minutes long.
- Flashback End -
"You got fuckin' owned!" I hold my belly as I roll all over the floor, the others also chuckling at the blushing and ashamed Kaminari while Tooru basks in the limelight, receiving all the praises she needs and must have.
"Oh lord, my stomach…" I wheeze, taking deep breath, totally uncaring of the fact that we were back in the stadium in front of everyone.
"You at least got to show off and fight against a whole class… So manly…" Kirishima wipes a tear away as I shrug on the floor, my eyes trailing towards Midnight, who looks like she wants to speak but can't as her lips keep quivering when she looks towards me.
"Wait till you see what I did though." I chuckle and wink towards the teacher before standing up as she coughs into her fist.
"F-funnily enough, only two teams have passed instead of three, so we have an odd number for the final event." She coughs into her fist again when her voice cracks and she snorts softly, my eyes trailing towards the boot where Present Mic and Aizawa are, my lips twitching when I see Aizawa holding his own head with a smile on his face while all I can see about Present Mic are his feet.
I just made history with that fucking punch. I can't fucking believe I punched that fucker so hard he flew outta his clothes!
"Am sowwe…" Tooru cutely pouts while lowering her head as Denki's team sag their shoulders sadly, but they instantly perk back up to reassure her. She simply got bored and kidnapped the closest Human Flag outta boredom.
"Due to the final event being the infamous tournament, we need at least sixteen participants! So we'll let the MVP of this Event-" She snorts again when her eyes trail to the big screen, showing the 'montage' of my fight against 1-B, mostly my epic punch.
"You just punched that dude outta his fucking clothes!" Sero screams as nearly all of my classmates topple over in laughter, some even gaping at the screen, fully frozen from shock and awe.
"W-We'll let the MVP of this Event pick the remaining six participants from the teams that have lost!" Oh dear, who to pick now…
Wait six? Oh right, Aki's team is one person short…
Wait, wasn't there supposed to be 42 people after the first event… One team of nine, three teams of ten, two teams of one… Where the fuck is the odd one out and why is nobody pointing that out…
I turn towards Denki's team, and nearly instantly, even while laughing, their hands whip out to point towards Tsuyu. Good Froppy.
"Tsuyu Asui." I call out, watching as her name pops up on the big screen, then look towards the dejected 1-B class.
"Itsuka Kendo." Said girl perks up, eyes going wide, then she suddenly flushes up and turns away when our eyes meet. Heh, cute.
"Shiozaki Ibara." Said girl instantly thanks the lord instead of me. Rude. I gotta give that nice ass a spanking in the future.
"Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu." I shrug the last one. I did that poor dude dirty and knocked him the fuck out with a vicious one-two combo. Saying his name is so fucking hard Jesus Christ...
I turn towards the rest of my eliminated classmates and raise an amused eyebrow when I see them play rock paper scissor to get the pass.
"Fumikage Tokoyami." Is the first to win the tournament, which starts as soon as it ends.
"Mina Ashido." Said girl squeals while Iida grumbles and chops the air with his hands. The guy somehow reached the finals while using only paper in each game, which has three rounds. Mina just simply played scissor each time and won.
"There we have it gents! The final six contestants!" Midnight cracks her whips before pointing it at the big screen, showing a tournament chart with sixteen names at the bottom.
And I'm first… Paired up against steel dude. Man the world really want me to knock him the fuck out again huh…
Tsuyu is next, her match being against Shiozaki, followed by Ochako against Itsuka, and then… Kirishima against Todoroki. Oh boy, I can see sparks clashing between them.
Hn, what about Shinsou? I look around and see him exit the arena of the stadium together with those of Class 1-B that ended up losing, his head held low.
I draw my gaze away and sigh while shaking my head. Hopefully this is a good wake-up call for him and he actually starts training his ass off.
Hopefully. His Quirk is far too useful to let it go to waste.
(Aizawa)
He stalks through the halls with a placid expression on his face, the light chatter of the spectators and other Heroes leaving the stands for a quick half an hour break filling his ears as his eyes scanned the area.
Finally, they land on a lone figure with wild light purple hair.
To say that he is disappointed would be an understatement. Shinso Hitoshi has so much potential, but his grudge against people who scorned him for his Quirk, his low self-esteem, and his own immense laziness have completely squandered said potential.
With the odds stacked against him in the Human Flag game, he still did not go out of his way to even try. He just stood there, and waited.
Kyoka took the challenge head on with a grin on her face, and ended up taking an entire class by herself, while he instead simply moped and resigned himself.
It's true, he was at a massive disadvantage, even more so with the drone giving away his position. But he would have given a greater impact had he decided to actually try, and then fail while doing so.
He would have failed either way, Aizawa knows so. There is no way he could have defeated the whole of Class 1-A even through being sneaky and maybe using his Quirk in a smart way to slowly break them up.
But he didn't. He just sat there and waited.
This cannot stand.
"Hitoshi Shinso." He spoke, startling the teen and making him lift his gaze to meet his, eyes full of resentment meeting tired but hard eyes. "I hope you have learned your lesson." He hums out, making the teen grit his teeth and clench his fists.
"You wish to stand out, to prove others wrong… but are you working hard to achieve that?" He raises a brow at the angry teen. "It clearly doesn't look like it. Your body isn't trained, there is no unity in your class, only thing you all are united on is your irrational anger towards the Hero Classes." He reaches into his pocket, but scrunches up his nose as he realizes he is out of fruit juices. "Kyoka has already told you, but I'll remind you again. They don't stand there because of powerful Quirks, but because they work their asses off to stay there." The teen scoffs, making him narrow his eyes before he crouches down so to meet his eyes once more.
"Let's make a deal then." He speaks up, drawing the teen's attention back to him. "I'll send you a video of their work-out session, something they do every single morning other than Saturday. You watch it, memorize it, then I'll preside over your training as you repeat it, step by step. The moment you give up is the moment you'll lose your chance of ever joining the Hero Course. Up for the challenge?" He offers his hand, Shinso's eyes moving from it to his eyes a few times before he grasps it in a tight hold, making him nod in approval.
"Why are you helping me?" He asks, voice low and heavy as he straightens himself.
"Because you have potential." Aizawa answers quickly and easily. "You and your Quirk have immense potential, we just need to wring it out through blood, sweat and tears." He looks back down at him with a hard gaze. "You can be an amazing Hero, anyone can, as long as you put your back into it." He hums, then draws away his gaze and starts walking, leaving the teen behind.
"Do not disappoint me."
(Kyoka)
"Well, that happened…" I shrug as I walk back into the stands with my classmates, giving Tooru a high-five as I sit down between her and Momo, pulling the slutty rich girl closer by wrapping an arm around her waists.
I already won my round, which ended exactly the same way as the previous event. Punch to the chin followed by an uppercut, and then Microsoft turned off.
"I was thinking that we should really start training and helping our sister class." I hum aloud as I lean back against my seat, gaining curious gazes from my classmates.
"I say that is a wonderful suggestion! We should definitely bring this up to the teachers!" Iida exclaims, and I only see his arms chop through the air as I lean against Momo, releasing a soft yawn as she shudders against me.
"Same for me. Not to be cocky or anything… but we kinda left them in the dust with how hard we all work out and train." Kirishima points out, making Sato and Kaminari nod. A lot of the guys have clearly gotten buffer, hell, even some of the girls, through all of our horrendous training with gravity weights put on our bodies.
So far me, Kirishima and Shoji are those with the highest amount of weight used in total by our gravity weights. With me having just passed the two hundred and fifty kilograms in total while Shoji is nearing the four fucking hundreds.
The improvement though is visible. After we take them off each weekend it's like we are floating, and it helps even more if distribute them evenly through the whole body, like on the wrists, around the stomach, and the ankles. It's one hell of a cheat type of training.
I open my mouth, but go quiet when I notice that the second match is about to start and Present Mic starts introducing Tsuyu and Shiozaki.
I hum, then turn to look towards Momo and can't help but lick my lips and grin before leaning near her ear.
"You've been a very good girl so far." I whisper into her ear, making her shudder and supper a low moan as I slide my hand inside her gym pants to grab a handful of that large soft ass. Not as thicc as Tooru, but all asses are divine for me. "Should I punish you?" She shudders again, my eyes trailing down towards her pants, a rapidly growing bulge coming into sight before she crosses her legs to hide it from anyone that might look in her general direction.
"S-Shouldn't I be r-rewarded?" She pants out softly, face flushed and eyes hazy with lust.
"Oh~? Talking back are we?" I hum, then grin as I lower my jack down to rest it against her throbbing bulge before making it vibrate.
Her whole body shudders as her eyes go wide, one hand darting to her mouth to stop the scream of pleasure that would have otherwise darted out.
Good thing everyone is focused on the arena!
"I'll punish you more later." She gulps loudly and nods eagerly, nipples hard and stiff, visible through both her sports bra and gym clothes. It takes her just a few seconds for her to calm down and cover her blush with her usual prim and proper face.
"That's so sexy…" Tooru sighs from beside me, making me lean against my adorable invisible girl, her lips swiftly finding mine for a quick kiss before we both turn to stare at the match.
"And begin!" Midnight announces as she lifts her whip in the air, and Ibara doesn't waste a second is stretching out her hair and swarming them towards the calm looking Tsuyu.
Tsuyu's cheeks suddenly bulge quite a lot as she leans her head back, then spits out her large and long tongue at incredible speeds towards Ibara.
Ibara's eyes widen, but she swiftly turns around and uses her hair as a protection, but Tsuyu ignores them and wraps her tongue around the large wall of wines and Ibara's body. Then jumps and starts retracting her tongue, letting it drag her in Ibara's location.
"Oh shi-!" Kirishima and I both wince as Tsuyu lands a devastating double kick on Ibara's back through the wall of wines, sending her flying outside the arena with a single blow, marking her victory.
Me and Kirishima had the displeasure of being hit by that attack during training. Fucking hell does it hurt like a bitch, especially if she puts the whole strength of her legs in it!
Which she didn't against Ibara, just enough to push her out with minor injuries.
"It's my turn now…" I blink as Ochako slowly stands, a pink aura covering her body as numerous 'Menacing' Kanji float all around her, her eyes devoid of any pupils and just a complete white void.
Nobody says anything as she slowly starts walking away, our eyes trailing after her until she disappears into the corridor leading to the waiting room.
"What the fuck have we been feeding that girl?" I ask loudly as Tsuyu steps into the stands, finger cutely poking her cheek.
"Action movies."
"Video Games."
"Pain."
"Midoriya also once put wasabi in her breakfast as a prank."
"You monster! And you want to be a Hero!?"
"The greatest sacrifices require the strongest wills…" Okay what the fuck is up with quotes from other worlds today?! First Skyrim, now fucking Thanos!? And by Midoriya!?
"What sacrifice?! That's torture!"
"It's a good lesson towards surprise attacks, no? She didn't expect the wasabi, so now she always double checks her breakfast, and food, and drinks, and-"
"Dude, you traumatized her!"
"Eh, potato potahto." What the fuck is even going on here…
My eyes trail towards Momo as I notice how she is fidgeting slightly, her teeth biting on her lower lip as her thighs grind together. Maybe I should take care of that.
"Come to the bathroom with me." I whisper to her before going to stand and excusing myself to quickly go to the bathroom, Momo following after me a few seconds later.
Tsuyu looks between me and Momo as I walk by, and I wiggle my brows at her, and she gives me a nod and thumbs up. Heh, best Froppy indeed, she approves.
The walk to the nearby bathroom is quiet, but I can hear Momo's heartbeat grow faster while her breathing becomes heavier.
And then we step into the bathroom, and I wrap one of my jacks around her neck like a collar, her face flushing up more and more as I drag her into a bathroom stall, then lock the door behind her.
"Someone's very eager." I chuckle as she nods eagerly, then moans as I trace her throbbing bulge with my fingers, her legs spreading wide as I use my other hand to unzip her gym top, allowing it to open and reveal her large jiggly breasts clad in a sports bra far too little for them. "Poor puppies, let's let them catch some air." I grab her sports bra and yank it up, making her gasp as her large slightly sweaty orbs bounce and jiggle free, making my mouth water as I watch how the jiggle and how the nipples harden and grow bigger.
I lean in close and lock my lips against hers, her wet tongue instantly shooting inside my mouth and rolling around mine as I use my jacks as vibrators to stimulate her hard nipples, making her mewl into the messy and hungry kiss, one of her hands coming up to cup the back of my head.
I push the hand tracing her bulge inside her pants, making her shudder as I wrap my fingers around her very thick, hot and hard throbbing shaft, then swiftly pull it out and give it a few pumps.
She mewls and melts against me, eyes rolling in the back of her head, showing just how sensitive she is to pretty much everything as I break the kiss and lean down to suck on one of her delicious looking nipples, her hand flying up to cover her mouth as the door to the bathroom opens, her cock starting to throb even harder at the thought of being caught.
Luckily there is no space below the door, so whoever just came in can't see her or my feet.
I grin at her and let her pants and rather slutty panties drop down, then I let my own drop, making her eyes go wide as I stand in front of her, then lean my body against hers, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as I slowly slide her hot meat between my thighs.
I bite my lower lip as I feel the thick shaft push and grind against my wet core, but I resist the urge to push Momo down and ride her for an entire hour and merely grab her fat ass with both hands, groping and kneading it roughly as her crotch touches mine.
Heh, she must be in Heaven right about now.
Her hips start slowly moving back and forth, grinding against my wet entrance and my soft thighs, the fat head poking out of the other side, my nice and fat ass resting on it as Momo shivers and speeds up.
I silence my groans by pushing her breasts together and sucking both of her nipples inside my mouth, licking and chewing them both as I look at Momo, my hands sinking into her ass while she covers her mouth with one while the other rests on my waists.
Her mouth comes down to meet mine in a hungry kiss as she quickens her thrusts for a good minute before she shudders and finally pants hotly through her nostrils as she spurts out her quite large load, making a big mess right behind me and on the floor.
"Better?" I whisper as she breaks the kiss, her breathing heavy as her body keeps on shuddering from her recent orgasm.
She licks her lips, gulps, then slowly nods before leaning in to kiss me again as the door to the bathroom shuts close, whoever came in having left.
Without washing their hands or flushing the toilet may I add. Dirty bitch.
I give Momo's ass a nice spank, making her moan in my mouth as I reach up to squeeze her breasts, pinching her hard and slightly wet nipples as I pull back to stare at her as she moans and pants.
"After the Sports Festival, I'm going to ride you until you're dry." She bites her lower lip and shudders in excitement, and I give her one last spank before pulling back as the door to the bathroom opens again.
We quickly clean up the mess, then I step out of the stall first without a care as Momo blushes.
My eyes land on Itsuka's back, and I raise a brow at her reflection. She's facing the mirror, and I can see the bright red hand print on her cheek. I… Did Ochako slap her out of bounds?
Itsuka freezes just as she was about to splash water on her face, her eyes flicking between me and Momo through the reflection.
Momo merely coughs into her fist and leaves with a pep in her steps while I start washing my hands, a massive grin slowly spreading across my face while Itsuka's face grows more and more red.
"You look beautiful with your hair down." I wink at her and lick my lips as I dry my hands, then walk towards the door, my eyes straying to her curvaceous ass. "Nice ass." I whistle, then open the door and walk outside.
I snort when a loud squeal erupts from inside the bathroom. Too easy.
"Did I miss Todoroki's and Kirishima's match?" I call out as I join my classmates once more, but instantly eat my words when I hear Present Mic introduce Todoroki and Kirishima.
I swiftly take my seat beside Tooru and a glowing Momo and got ready to watch one hell of a fight. I can't wait to see what trump cards those two have created and trained for all this time!
XxX
Of course his annoying old man had to butt in before a match he was looking towards.
Still… he had completely forgotten that Endeavor even existed until now… He never bothered to check his messages from him, never answered any of his calls and merely called only his mother or sister.
But this… finally seeing him face to face after nearly three months… He half expected himself to instantly be filled and overcome by anger, but nope. All he feels is just… pity.
A broken, pathetic excuse of a man who couldn't even achieve his dream and decided to force it upon his children. A man more pathetic than this couldn't exist.
"When are you going to stop with this ridiculous rebellious phase of yours?" What? Oh right, he doesn't know he's been training the fire side of his Quirk all this time, and he didn't use it so far because in the first event there was no need for it and in the second event… well, Tooru happened. "Stop hanging onto others and start using your fire. You'll need to train and refine your control over it in order to surpass All-"
"I don't need it." He cuts him him off, heterochromatic eyes glaring coldly at the man. He didn't care about All Might anymore and surpassing him, he only wants to become a Hero with the rest of his friends now. "Why do I need the power of someone that has been stuck in second place for several decades now?" He rose a bored eyebrow at the man, his flames roaring and blazing brightly as a visible show of anger.
"Your flames are only good enough to keep me warm. Just watch me, I have something far better." And with that, he walks off towards the arena as Present Mic starts the introductions, leaving his clearly furious father behind without a care.
He truly meant it. He does have something so far better than his fire. Both his fire and ice to be exact, and now all he needs to do is strive towards achieving mastery in that power and make it so that he can constantly use it.
His eyes fall on Kirishima as he steps on the arena, and he offers his fellow friend a smile and nod.
"No holding back Todoroki." Kirishima grins, his fingers twitching as they both ignored Present Mic's words, their full attention only on one another.
He wants to reserve most of his strength and his trump card for when he fights Kyoka… but his instincts are screaming at him that Kirishima is dangerous.
He'll test the waters first, then decide after that.
"You'll have to force me to go all out." He taunts, instantly receiving a feral grin back from Kirishima, who happily accepts the challenge without fear.
"And start!" Midnight shouts, and the temperature instantly plummets as Todoroki breathes out, a titanic wave of ice instantly rising and swallowing the other side of the arena, going so far up high that it extended outside the roof of the stadium.
'...Did I overdo it?' In the past he'd have to push himself to create an iceberg of this size, but now it's as easy as breathing.
He straightens himself with narrowed eyes as Midnight raises her whip after a few seconds of stunned silence, but he raises his hand to stop her.
Crack!
He grins when the loud sound of icecap cracking echoed around the arena as the iceberg shook, then cracked more and more as Todoroki kept lowering the temperature around him.
The iceberg explodes into mist, thousands of pieces, and powdered ice. "That's cold!" He snorts softly as Kirishima's roar could be heard through the clattering and shattering of the ice debris as it fell down all over the arena.
Kirishima comes charging out out of the mist, pants and shirt slightly torn all over the place, his whole body fully hardened as his naked feet cracked the cement of the arena with each stomp.
Another wave of ice rose and shot straight towards him, but Kirishima easily smashes through it with yet another roar. "I said 'No holding back'!" He shouts as he lunges forward, forcing Todoroki to jump back as Kirishima's armored fists slam through the cement of the arena, right where he was standing a moment before.
"Fine then, let's kick it up a notch." Todoroki chuckles, his left side lighting up as the cold air instantly expanded through the heat, forcing Kirishima to give a ferocious grin.
The arena melts under the sheer heat of Todoroki's flames, who takes a deep breath and draws his left arm back, his skin glowing and becoming a literal furnace as he keeps the heat contained, distorting the air as he stomps forward with his right foot.
Kirishima's body suddenly bulges and swells.
Todoroki punches out without wasting a second, releasing an immense blast of pure heat, the massive shock-wave ruffling the hair of every single spectator in the stands and nearly sending Midnight flying off her podium.
The arena is nearly obliterated from the ensuing blast, and Todoroki straightens himself, eyes narrowed to stare into the dust and smoke in front of him.
"That all ya got?" Todoroki's eyes widen, then slowly trace up the now much bigger form of Kirishima, his body looking more like a perfectly carved diamond than the rough hardened mess of before.
Hell, he was nearly as tall as Shoji now!
"This isn't a normal Unbreakable, isn't it?" He couldn't help but grin as Kirishima rips the burns remains of his shirt off and tosses it away without a care.
"Unbreakable: Mode Adamas. This is what I call it. Pure defense." Adamas, meaning Diamond. Rather fitting for his current look. Still, that means there are other Modes then? Heh, his instincts never lie.
"Stop holding back your trump card, face me with your full power. I don't want to win and face Kyoka after a half-assed victory." He watches as Kirishima turns around and walks off to put some space between them, then turns around to once more face him.
"Very well then, no more holding back." He smiles, then takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.
"The hell…?" Kirishima instantly notices how the temperatures plummets, the skyrockets, then plummets once more. From cold to hot, then back to cold, constantly changing nearly instantly, confusing his body. He doesn't know if he should shiver from cold or sweat from heat, or both.
And then a sea of cyan fire erupts out of Todoroki, shocking Kirishima as he the arena is instantly swallowed by the both cold and hot brilliant flames.
"So this is what you were hiding!" Kirishima laughs as he completely ignores the waves of flames slamming against his body, barely managing to freeze and burn his body.
Todoroki merely grins, then waves his arm to the side, causing the air to shudder as it expands and becomes another immense blast, this one leaving behind a wave of jagged ice pillar erupting out of the ground.
Yet Kirishima barely even took a step back, instead he stomped forward and charged back towards Todoroki, his speed must slower than before, but still very impressive.
Superheated blast after superheated blast slammed into Kirishima's body as he charged forward, the shock-waves several times stronger than the first one he released without the cyan fire.
"That's one hell of a defense!" Todoroki praises with a grin as Kirishima easily tanks through all those immense blasts that rip the arena asunder, sending dust, smoke and debris flying everywhere.
"These flames are confusing the hell outta me!" Kirishima roars, slamming a massive hardened fist into the ground right where he used to be before he leaped to the side, a soft laugh escaping Todoroki's lips at his friends words.
"But do you really want to play a game of cat and the mouse?" That brings Todoroki to a pause, his eyes narrowing slightly.
"How about we push ourselves way past our limits?" He suggests, a crazed grin spreading across his face. He'd rather push himself and force himself way beyond his limits in using the new side of his power, especially now that he had a strong opponent to defeat.
Kirishima stood still for a few seconds, before his face stretches into a monstrous grin. "I couldn't agree more! Get ready then, Todoroki!" His eyes widen as Kirishima crouches down, assuming a stance akin to a samurai getting ready for a quick-draw move of his katana.
Kirishima's body shifted, growing smaller, but the diamond like hardening still remained, but looked more… refined. His left hand comes down to rest onto the forearm of his right arm, which is seemingly resting on an invisible blade.
Todoroki straightens himself and breathes in to calm his rising excitement.
The enormous boon of his cyan fire is that not only he can switch it between cold and hot, but he can also model it with ease the same way he can with his ice. It held the versatility of his ice, the sheer power of his fire, and put both of them together to reach a whole new level.
The sea of cyan flames fade away, and soon Todoroki's body is swallowed by them, becoming a wide and bulky looking set of flaming armor. He stole the idea from Kirishima himself. Offense and defense into one.
His hands, covered in flaming gauntlets, stretch out to create a long brilliant cyan blade, the air around it twisting wildly as he slowly lifts it high in the air.
"Here I come!" Kirishima roars, then blurs forward, cratering the spot where he was standing less than a second before, showing that his new hardening didn't hinder his speed, but instead elevated it.
His right arm swings out, showing that it had turned into a long long blade starting from his wrist and having become nearly as long as his arm, it's edge looking horrifyingly sharp.
Todoroki grins beneath his flaming armor and blurs forward, then swings his sword down to meet Kirishima's attach head on.
The two swords clash.
The entire stadium quivers as a monstrous shock-wave blasts through the stands and reaches the Heroes on patrol outside, making some jump in fright as the earth and forest in the surroundings quiver.
The arena is obliterated by the clash, becoming a deep crater.
Both fighters are forced a few steps back from the clash, but they quickly regain their footing and charge back at each other under the shocked looks of the audience and teachers.
Todoroki and Kirishima roar in unison as their blades clash over and over, arms becoming blurs and creating flashes of white and cyan, ice and fire erupting all around them as immense shock-waves after shock-waves cause the entirety of the stadium to quiver.
Class 1-B could only gape at the sheer show of power while Class 1-A as a whole were screaming at the top of their lungs, cheering their both of their friends on.
All Might watches from the stands, hands shakily gripping the metal railing as he stares at the high speed clash with wide eyes. This was a clash between first year students.
This was a thought shared by everyone staring at the battle, both civilians and Heroes.
This was a clash between first year students!
But in the middle of the crater, the two students didn't care about the cheering of their classmates, or the gaping of the Heroes and screaming of Present Mic, all they cared was to land the first real blow and win.
Todoroki's flames lit up like a star in the night as his roar matched Kirishima's, both of their blood boiling as their arms shook under each intense clash of blades.
'Mom, are you watching?' Todoroki couldn't help but think as his flames blazed even brighter, the air warping around him. 'Are you watching, you shitty old man?' His blade clashes against Kirishima's once more, pushing them both back.
'What a dumb question…' He breathes in as Kirishima turns his other arm into a long sharp blade similar to the other.
'Of course you are.' The ground beneath his feet craters as he blasts himself towards Kirishima.
'You don't have a fucking choice!' He slammed his blade down, forcing Kirishima to cross his blade arms to block.
The entirety of the stadium quivers once more as a massive wave of earth is blasted dozens of meters in the air before being ripped apart from the inside as the two students just keep on clashing, even faster and harder than before.
Kirishima ducks under a wide swing, his sword arm cleaving a trench into the earth as he swings it upward, forcing Todoroki to take a step back to dodge it.
The cyan blue flaming blade comes back to smash against the other blade arm, but Todoroki twists the blade and drags the flat side against the blade arm and slams his brilliant weapon against Kirishima's armored chest, finally lending the first real hit of the battle, which makes Kirishima grunt as a superheated blast sends him flying into the edge of the crater.
Todoroki's takes big mouthful of air as his vision swims, the use of his new power taking an immense toll on his body, but he refuses to give in and still stands, blade held tightly into his shaky grip.
"One last attack…" Kirishima's voice reaches his ears as the still armored figure of his friend steps out of the cloud of dust, his left arm going back to normal as he lowers his stance into the previous quick-draw stance he used before.
"One last attack." Todoroki nods, smiling beneath his helm as his flaming hands grip the brilliant cyan blade.
He raises it high above his head and points it towards the sky, then lets loose every last bit of his energy.
An immense pillar of cyan flames shoot high into the rapidly freezing air as frost starts covering the earth of the arena, the walls of the stadium and even the spectators in the stands.
Todoroki's and Kirishima's eyes meet, and as if on cue, they both shoot towards each other.
Todoroki swings his roaring blade downward, as the incredibly cold air starts to burn, the crater turning charred black in less than a second as the brilliant blades becomes a blinding sun.
Kirishima stomps and sinks his foot into the ground, then with a roar he swings his blade arm horizontally.
The blades clash.
Everything goes white.
The spectators scream as the immense shock-wave and blast of air throw their food and any of their belongings in the air, some even being forced out of their seats from the sheer force of it.
Endeavor could only stare at the power showed by his son, eyes wide, body frozen stiff, the always burning flames on his body now having fizzled out.
The smoke slowly clears, showing an even deeper crater… and an unconscious Kirishima at the feet of a panting and pale Todoroki.
"T-The winner is Todoroki Shouto!" Midnight announces, face pale yet slightly flushed in excitement at what she had just witnessed.
It took a few seconds for the spectators to recover, but soon a massive roaring cheer shook the whole stadium, with the loudest voices being from the Class 1-A seats.
Todoroki stares down at his friend, his lungs burning and body aching from how hard he pushed himself.
His gaze hardens as he turns his head to stare behind him.
And right at the large gouge into the wall of the crater left behind by Kirishima's attack.
Only a third of it made it through before he stopped it with his blade…
'What an attack…' Todoroki couldn't help but grin. That was just from the pure force he put behind his swing, nothing else.
His eyes then trail towards a certain person in the stand, and he points a challenging finger at her.
You're next.
A.N. And done, I loved writing this fight, so hope y'all enjoy it! Now I'ma go steal some snacks!
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