From his office, Nezu heard the thunderous excitement of the stadium attendees. It delighted him knowing they were been well entertained. The matches were up to par and this year was surely full of hype. On his desk to his left laid his pad showing the highlights and results of matches.

Most students were fairing well, some he expected, did continue others fall out fast. The Hamato boys lost their matches rather soon, which surprised him then again he expected. Just as he did with the O'Neil sisters. They progress to their next match, with their quirks of course they would.

The eldest April, her quirk was formidable and she clearly held a solid control over it. The youngest, you, your quirk was versatile and most recently, unpredictable.

Which made the decision on where to place you, temporarily a tad difficult. He had April's new housing already picked and it was suitable. It was just you, your new housing.

Nezu had your file and April's laid and open before him. Along with a few others for temporary housing. After Recovery Girl informed him of her presence, it settled a concern in him. On top of that, again from what Recovery Girl informed him, Izuku seemingly meet her outside of the sisters' housing residence. A startling discovery indeed. Action needed to be taken swiftly.

"What about Yaoyorozu," Tagi suggested, breaking Nezu's holding up the student's file before him.

Nezu mused for a moment and shook his head, "Yaoyorozu, though well accomplished, won't suit this situation. Despite her family's resources, which would prove beneficial, it won't contain it. Also, I'd prefer no triggers."

Tagi closed the file, set it to the side, and picked up another, "Yeah, you're right. What about Mashirao? She's fond of him. It's low profile and balances her out."

Nezu took it from him and gave a quick glance. He shut it shaking his head. "You are correct on one aspect. The attachment. Which is what she'd expect. It wouldn't stop her. We must consider her movements. Ever the observer, she is. She plays chess. We cannot play checkers."

Tagi stiffened, Nezu was right. He wasn't thinking in those terms. The choice could be unexpected, but she'd know, which would make sense. If she expected it, that's what would work. Picking up a few more files Tagi shuffled through a few and separated three. He laid them before Nezu. Peeking his interest.

"We'll," he smiled intrigued, picking them up. A smile spread across his face. "these would work. Yes. Yes, indeed. Which would you choose out of the three?"

Nezu set the files down and meet Tagi's eyes, waiting for his response.

"Me?" Tagi exclaimed.

"Yes." Nezu nodded, "As the number 1 hero your chose is valid and holds weight. So which one, would suit our situation?"

"Hey look she's back," Kirishima pointed you out walking back into the stands with Mashiro, to Bakugo. "That's a relief."

Bakugo scuffed, "Who cares about Floor face. Her match was weak."

Kirishima flinched, "Come on, she did well. I think at least. Her quirk is amazing."

"How can her quirk be good if she can barely control it? It's pathetic."

"Shh, Bakugo. Not so loud." Kirishima tries to hush him, to no avail.

Bakugo swats his hand away, "Don't shush me!"

"I'm not. I'm just saying to ya know," Kirishima turns an invisible dial, "ya know. Besides, what if you had to fight her?"

Bakugo kicks the back of an empty seat, "Then I'll wipe the floor with her! Damn American! It's no wonder she hangs out with losers."

"Ah, I think she heard you," Minta points. As you come up the stairs.

Bakugo gave you a beady glare, his mouth turning into a dragging frown matching his pinched brows. The words loaded on his tongue, ready. You were two steps away, eyes cast to the side with a distant look settled in, and walked right pass Bakugo without a word. Surprising Kirishima and Minta.

"Huh, not what I expected," Minta said disappointed, giving a shrug and turning back to the arena. "Really thought she was gonna say something. Guess not."

Bakugo turns his chin up, dismissed you, and returned his attention to the arena. His scowl still harden on his face. Kirishima kept his attention on you until you vanished into the hall, concernment showed on his face.

"Huh, she didn't look right," He said casting a look to Bakuago who kept his attention ahead. "Did you see it?"

"Nope. Not my issue."

"Yeah. But she's part of our class, so-"

Bakugo shot him a look ending the talk. That didn't stop Kirishima from getting up, "I'm gonna go check on her. See if she's alri-"

A hand came down on his shoulder. It was Mashirao to his surprise. "I got. Don't worry."

"Umm, okay," Kirishima blinked a few times and sat back down, unaware of two silver from class 1-B glaring at him. "Let me know if she's alright, okay?"

Mashirao nodded and proceed after you. Entering the hall, he found no trace of you left or right. He stood there for a moment before deciding to go left, unaware you actually went right. You weren't sure why you left the class, but you just needed to and ended up finding yourself in the room where the next students resided until their match. You enter and instantly go to the couch, fall on it and the next thing you knew sleep took you. As you sleep, blocking out the next match, you began shivering and color slowly drains from you. Turning you paler. Your hair began losing its buoyancy, and luster. Dark markings crept across you, like vines. Turning the tips of your fingers black.

Someone came into the room, believing themselves alone was surprised to find you sleeping on the couch. They walk over and are quickly taken aback by your condition. Cautiously, they reach out a hand and rest it lightly on your forehead. Instantly, they pull their hand back. You were colder than ice. Was this a side effect of your quirk? But you hadn't been called to another match, so what could it be? As the question swam in their mind, they look around for something to help you, something might warm you up. There was another option, but they decided against it. Unable to find anything, your breathing now turning shallow, they realize they had the situation on them.

Their gym shirt.

Without a second thought, they take it off and cover you with it. Steadily they observe you. Slowly, your shivering stopped and your breathing returned. Your coloration began returning. Relieved by this, they leave you and take a seat at the table, psyching themselves up for their match.