"Welcome back to the finals everyone! Sorry about that long wait the insane amount of ice from that second match has been finally cleared so let's welcome our new competitors!" Boisterously, President Mic roars to the high heavens as Sayako sits down in the class 1-A stand.
"Sayako you're up here?" Jiro raises a brow at the sight of the girl.
"I came for a drink and since I was close by I thought I'd come to see how things play out." Casually, Sayako confesses slumping her shoulders.
"Even beautiful flowers have thorns it's the assassin from 1-B from the hero course Ibara Shiozaki!" President Mic proclaims as the others glance over at the girl approaching.
"Verses the boy with the electric personality, another hero in the making Denki Kaminari." Denki approaches the stage.
"I bet you he's going to hit on her." Unimpressed, Sayako scowls leaning back in the seat side by side with Jiro.
"You shouldn't bet on what's fact." Frowning, Jiro states.
"Keep those eyes peeled I want to see a super flashy battle this time!" President Mic exclaims to the two standing opposite one another
"Excuse me please pardon the intrusion I'm not sure why you called me an assassin I've come to this festival for victory, not to take my opponent's life that wouldn't align with the values of a hero at all good sir." Shiozaki proclaims interrupting president Mic.
"If that girl gets this pent up over a feeble name the media is going to destroy her." Frankly, Sayako furrows her brow at the girl, raising her hand having interrupted president Mic.
"You're not wrong…" Jiro nods her head in agreement, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Right I'm sorry." Awkwardly, President Mic exclaims.
"Gentlemen I didn't enter U.A for wicked or selfish reasons but to deliver salvation to others." Proudly, Shiozaki stretches her arms out as some strange godly light shines down upon her, practically shimmering like some saint-making Sayako squirm scowling down at the sight.
"Oh boy, she's one of those." Groaning, Sayako grimaces wincing.
"One of those?" Confused, Ojiro arches a brow noting Sayako's discomfort.
"One of those." Gravely, Sayako whispers.
"It's my humble quest to spread good across the world." Shiozaki confesses to the whole world.
"Along with shove my opinion down people's throats." Tensely, Sayako mutters under her breath grumbling under her breath at the memory.
"Isn't that what you do?" Kirishima furrows his brow at her.
"At least I acknowledge I'm a bad person Kirishima!" Snippily, she snaps at him.
"Listen I said I was sorry it's my bad okay?" Sighing, President Mic repeats, waving his arms about in his box.
"I thank you for your kind understanding." Softly, Shiozaki smiles bowing her head as she turns on her heel, turning to Denki.
"What a prick." Sayako snaps blurting it out.
"Sashiko! Such vulgar language should not be used!" Gasping, Momo places her hand over her lips disgusted by Sayako's crude mouth.
"What? That was straight out bullshit! That girl is bullshit. Tch girl like her need to get off their high horse." Huffing, Sayako scowls glaring down at her, frustration spewing out of her mouth.
"Sayako, you don't know her." Ojiro points out.
"Oh, come on she sounds pretentious as heck, she rubs me the wrong way." Tiredly, Sayako grumbles under her breath. She met people like this abroad a few times, fakers, they come off as saintly, but they are poisonous as vipers, tricksters even. She would try to save them still even if she didn't like those sorts of people.
"Look just calm down…" Jiro sighs.
"You're kidding me you can't believe that stuff its clearly lies, no one can be that good in the world." Frankly, she sighs.
"You really think so?" Jiro raises a brow.
"People like her are poisonous, terrifying even. They act all high and might for being pure, pisses me off. Like they act all prim and proper but can be the most bitchest people possible and the worst thing is they think they can get away with it due to being saintly, they think they can treat people like scum just because they have different ideas!" Intensely, Sayako snarls under her breath, furrowing her brow at the thought.
"Come on she's pretty cute, she seems innocent if anything." Sero sweat drops at her shuddering form, her arms crossed over her chest.
"No one is innocent. That's what they want to make you think. Look what I'm saying is this, even the sickliest sweet of a person can have something dark within them, hiding it makes them fake to me hence not worth my time. Because if I give them that time, they'll stab me in the back." Shuddering, Sayako tries to explain grimacing at the memory. She had met this sort in high school, acting all high and mighty, fake even. She respected honest people, people that were frank to her not those that believed themselves to be better due to some lowly ideals being arrogant over trivial things, everyone should be treated fairly not looked down upon by fakes…
"That…that was a lot of intensity there." Nervously, Sero notes.
"Just saying how it is to me." She shrugs.
"So anyway…begin!" President Mic roars raising his hand up.
"What do you say me and you go out after this? I'd be happy to treat you to a bite and comfort you after your loss because this is all going to be over in 2 second's honey. Indiscriminate shock 1.3 million bolts!" Kaminari calls out roaring, sparks spewing out of his body making Sayako and Jiro arch a brow, sharing a look with one another, watching the match begin.
"Oh, how right he is." Scowling, Sayako notes as both Jiro and her share a look watching on as the vine girl simply turns her back to Kirishima, a bush of vines sprouting, spewing out of her vine hair creating a barrier blocking the electricity as vines spew out from the floor below, wrapping around Denki and hoisting the dumbstruck Denki up in the air, out of bounds, giving the match to Ibara Shiozaki.
"Uh…what's up with Iida? Where did he even get that weird gear from?" Frazzled, Sato blurts out-earning the other's attention. They peer over the booth noting Iida strapping some gear upon him.
"Hero students cannot use support gear without a request form, and you didn't fill out any of the proper paperwork for that." Sternly, Midnight calls out, furrowing her brow at him, flailing her riding crop at him.
"I didn't know that was the rule Aoyama got to wear his belt and Sayako got to wear more layers so I thought it was fine!" Feebly, Iida calls out gesturing to the stands.
"They put in the proper forms." Frowning, Midnight tells him as they glance over at Aoyama smugly pointing at his belt and Sayako is…
"Those were such a pain to fill… for some flimsy cotton." Grumpily, Sayako scowls, pinching the fabric beneath her shirt, messing around with it.
"I apologize mam it's just my heart was moved…" Tenya begins making Sayako sigh.
"Here he goes…" Sayako crosses her arms over her chest leaning back in her seat.
"Here what goes?" Confused, Jiro furrows her brow glancing over at her.
"The Tenya talk." Sayako answers slumping her shoulders.
"Tenya talk?" Perplexed, a few of the others chorus perplexed by her words.
"By my opponent's sportsmanship even though she's from the support course she wanted this to be as even a match as possible since she made it this far to have a fair fight. So, she offered to give me this equipment. I respect her integrity that's why to honour her I'd like to this gear." Earnestly, Tenya declares explaining his reasons to Midnight.
"The Tenya talk everyone." Sayako clasps her hands together.
"Such youthful vigour I'll allow it!" Blushing, Midnight proclaims to the high heavens, a ruby red tint to her cheeks as she squeals excitedly, gushing over it.
"Why am I not surprised?" Sayako slumps her shoulders once again.
"Well with everyone on the same page let's begin the match!" Mic answers awkwardly, furrowing his brow not quite sure what to make of it all as the match begins, and Iida darts over to Hatsune, ready to fight, ready to attack, ready to end this but...
"Bet you love how fast this gear makes you huh Iida?" Merrily, Mei proclaims smiling beaming brightly hands on her hips as she remains unfazed by the turbo hero darting over to her.
"She's got a mic?" Perplexed, Sayako furrows her brow leaning in when noting her bringing the mic strapped to her head close to her lips.
"Don't your legs feel wider than usual? That's to be expected. I designed those leg parts specifically for speed and mobility." Mei informs Tenya, her voice broadcasted throughout the ring.
"Wait is Iida…?" Sayako's jade greens narrow leaning in, peering over at the sight of the match before her watching on. Tenya charges at her only for Mei to dart high into the air with some sort of pole, tripping Tenya up who cries out in shock startled.
"But of course, I can still easily evade you with my hydraulic attachments and I've got sensors in every direction. It's impossible for an opponent to sneak up on me." Mei continues on, complimenting her inventions, gushing.
"What the heck is going on!?" Lost, Tenya furrows his brow as he is moved all over the place as if the limbs attached to him had control of him like a marionette.
"Oh my god, he is! He's been used as a guinea pig hahahaha!" Cackling, Sayako curls in on herself, cradling her stomach, tears in her eyes.
"Is she okay?" Unnerved, Jiro furrows his brow at the sight of Sayako's laughing state.
"Probably." Mezo shrugs it off.
"I think I found my soul mate. Midoriya, you got to introduce me to her, you have to!" Grinning, Sayako drapes her arm over Midoriya who releases a small squeak of shock.
"I-I guess?" Uncertain, Midoriya meekly squeaks out.
"Sayako could it be that you're…a sadist." Shocked, Mineta gasps, a ruby red hue to his cheeks.
"She does spend a lot of time around Midnight." Kaminari throws in.
"I can't breathe!" Pained, Sayako wheezes, pain laced in her tone, tears freely falling as she collapses to the floor, laughing her ass off.
"Um…should we help her?" Conflicted, Jiro glances towards the others.
"I don't think we can," Ojiro confesses furrowing his brow at her as the support shop show continues on.
"It's been like 10 minutes how does she have any air to even breath?" Mystified, Momo points out staring down at the girl heaving, tears of anguish in her eyes, long gone from the world, no longer laughing out of joy but in pain, curled into a ball as some of class A watch their friend suffer pitifully.
"That was fun but I think I've shown off everything that I wanted to. I suppose it's time for me to wrap this show-up." Hatsune sighs walking off stage.
"Uh, Hatsune stepped out of bounds so Iida advances to the next round." Midnight answers awkwardly relief laced in her tone.
"I can't believe I let you trick me!" Angrily, Tenya screeches.
"Sorry about that I needed to use you to make a name for myself." Mei answers.
"Urghh…" Groaning, Sayako goes limp, a ghost floating out of her form, her laughing finally ceasing leaving the cramped girl groaning in pain, writhing in agony.
"You okay down there?" Jiro furrows her brow down at Sayako.
"I can't feel…oh god my stomach what…what's happening?" Pained, Sayako whimpers weakly to herself.
"Cramps most likely." Frankly, Tsuyu answers.
"But I'm not…" Weakly, she wheezes out only to cry out when a certain earphone impales into her side causing her to cry out in agony from the swift stab.
"Not those sorts of cramps!" Blushing Jiro snaps at her, a faint ruby red tint to her cheeks scolding her.
"Karma…" Mezo states unfazed, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Oh come on you can't tell me that wasn't fun." Whining, she huffs at her classmates.
"Not to the extent that you did." The others chorus making her sweat drop.
"I think I'm going to be sick…" Sayako slams her hand down on her mouth, shakily standing swaying slightly concerning a few as she wanders off, needing some air.
"Okay, I got to ask what is the point of those pointy things in her hair!?" Lost, President Mic questions Aizawa as Ashido stands on one side while Sayako stands on the other side, her features slightly pale but looks a bit better than the greenish tint she had prior.
"Real profession president Mic real professional…" Sayako scowls up at the commentary box, furrowing her brow in his direction as she stretches slightly.
"From hero course is Mina Ashino versus… Sayako Sasaki man that's a tongue twister from the same class." President Mic continues.
"I don't know who to cheer for…" Tsyu furrows her brow down at the two girls while they sit in the stands.
"Well, Mina has the advantage she can melt away Syako's threads." Thoughtfully, Jiro offers.
"True but Sayako is pretty good when it comes to fighting." Fairly, Tsyu points out.
"Don't show any mercy, Mina!" Loudly, Mineta roars alarming both girls who turns to him.
"Mineta I didn't think you'd get so pumped up over this." Surprised, Tsyu turns to him.
"Mina's acid can melt away Sayako's clothes, I missed my chance last time during the race but this time I can finally see those D's!" Intensely, Mineta proclaims, a perverted look upon his face as the others scowl at him, Mezo furrows his brow down at Mineta, judgementally staring down at him, his arms crossed over his chest.
"You pervert! Mina don't spray your acid on Sayako, Sayako be careful with your threads." Scowling, Jiro calls out her face as red as a strawberry, standing up from her seat, yelling at the two perking up from her yell glancing over at her.
"What is wrong with those guys?" Sayako scowls at her classmates.
"Eh who knows." Smiling, Mina shrugs.
"A match between Ashino and Sasaki let's see considering what their powers are, Ashino has the advantage with her acid she can easily destroy her threads not to mention destroy the source of the threads itself since Sayako has to be wearing the clothes she will be using the threads for. Sasaki will probably keep her distance maybe wait until Mina's resistance of her acid wears down but that could last forever then again Sayako is rather patient when it comes to fighting…but then again Mina could very well…" Mumbling, Midoriya mutters to himself or so he thought. He looks through his notes on his classmates unaware of his fellow classmates sweat dropping at his loud babbling.
"Now let's get started!" Easily, Mic cuts through the conversation, roaring, raising his voice to the high heavens as the match begins.
"Here I come Sayako!" Merrily, Mina squeals creating some acid and splashing it on the floor, sliding it upon it. She then uses her other hand to spray some more acid at Sayako who barrel dodged out of the way.
"I can see that." Snippily, Sayako remarks smirking.
"Hey don't avoid me!" Mina scowls, tossing more sprays of acid at Sayako who continues dodging making Mina glower at her.
"Who says I'm avoiding?" Smirking, Sayako questions her.
"Come on fight me, I know you can't use your fibres against me my acid will destroy them." Excitedly, Mina proclaims.
"The correct word is melt." Smoothly, Sayako tells her glancing down at the trial of acid she slides against seeing her add more acid to it.
"Well while you were so busy dodging you forgot a certain rule!" Mina proclaims unaware of Sayako's sly smirk, feeling her feet on the edge of the border.
"You can't dodge this." Mina roars, reeling her fist back darting over to Sayako smirking smugly as she raises her fist to the high heavens.
"Just watch me." Smoothly, Sayako slams her palms flat against her shoulder, curling her legs up and swinging herself upwards, forward using the momentum of Mina to leap skywards.
"Wha-Woah!" Startled, Mina gasps as next thing she knows, she is thrown to the ground, her body comes crashing down on the cement.
"Her acid it's…a slide!?" Stunned, Midoriya gasps as the others watch Mina slip from her acid, tripping up and falling flat out of the stage.
"Mina Ashido is out of bounds, Sayako goes to the next round." Midnight calls out, proclaiming it as Sayako looks down at the moaning Mina.
"Wha? Urgh, no fair you didn't even use any of your fibres." Pouting, she playfully whines up at Sayako who has her hands shoved into her pockets, looking down at Mina, her fingertips combing through her messy pinkish strands as her yellows look up into Sayako's greens.
"I couldn't it's like you said you'd melt it I'll need my fibers when I face people like Bakuago or Todoroki." Truthfully, Sayako confesses to Mina, dropping down from the ring, leaning down crouching down to Mina's height.
"Yeah, I can see still you could have used your quirk a little on me." Whining, Mina pouts at her huffing.
"Don't think I'm undermining you, Mina. You're good you have the advantage against my quirk hence why I didn't use it now come on." Sayako sighs stretching her arm out to Mina who smiles softly.
"Thanks. Still, man, I can't believe I lost ah!" Meekly, Mina smiles as Sayako helps Mina up, Mina grasping hold of her hand and helping her up. Only then for Mina to whine, angrily combing her fingertips through her hair and tugging at it making Sayako smile slightly amused by the scene.
"Sayako must have been waiting for Mina to get some momentum, she knew Mina would sue her acid to slide about so used that momentum to help knock her out of bounds. Still, I underestimated Sayako I should have known she would hold back on her fibres. Sure, she relies on them heavily maybe even a tad bit too much but…" Midoriya mutters to himself, furrowing his brow at the sight of them both shaking hands and heading their separate ways.
"Still that was so fast." Tsuyu deadpans furrowing her brow.
"You're not wrong…" Jiro nods her head in agreement.
"Noooo boobies!" Miserably, Mineta whines to the high heavens at his supposed injustice.
"What is wrong with you?" Jiro scowls at him disgust laced in her tone as the match concludes.
"Offence and defence in one the dark samurai and his darker shadow from the hero course Tokoyami Fumikage versus the great creator she was admitted because of recommendations and I think we can all see why also from class 1-A Momo Yaoyorozu!" President Mic bellows loudly into the air as another match takes place between Momo and Tokoyami.
"How do you think this one will end? Any clue?" Curious, Ojiro leans over his ruby-red seat to peer over at Midoriya curious to hear his analysis as he focuses on his notebook, hoping to come to some solution from his notes.
"Timing is going to be the key thing here." Seriously, Midoriya tells Ojiro.
"Oh, how so?" Intrigued, Ojiro queries him only then as Midoriya opens his mouth to answer…
"Let the match begin!" Boisterously, President Mic's voice bellows cutting Ojiro off as the match begins.
"Go dark shadow!" Swiftly, Tokoyami orders summoning his shady counterpart from his stomach.
"I've got her!" Dark Shadow declares assuring Tokoyami as he spews out of his stomach diving at Momo whose black hues widen when seeing the monster dive at her, snapping her out of her thoughts of her planning of her strategies as she forms a shield trying to defend herself. Ruthlessly, the head hammers into her shield time and time again until she drops one making her form another as she then furrows her brow when noting the endless strikes cease.
"Now it's my turn to attack!" Momo tells herself, stretching her arm out forming a weapon only then as she feels the ice-cold metal in her plush pillowed palm feeling the weight to be cut off by the shift slap of a familiar riding crop.
"Yaoyorozu you're out. This match goes to Tokoyami!" Midnight calls out to Momo making her coal blacks widen when hearing the news looking down to see her out of bounds.
"Yikes, another fast-overwhelming victory is it possible Tokoyami's dark shadow is the greatest quirk ever I think so!" President Mic decides for himself after Tokoyami bows before Momo, giving her his respect. He turns on his heel and leaves her, leaving her to stare down at the stage glumly at her one-sided defeat.
"I….lost…I didn't even…do anything." Miserably, Momo whispers hurt laced in her tone turning on her heel, and makes her way to her door, bowing her head as she leaves.
"This can't be happening, oh come on, urgh stupid vending machine." Sayako scowls, furrowing her brow at the vending machine before her, her hand shoved into the vending machine, crouched down briefly trying to reach the cans within.
"What are you doing?" Startled, Sayako flinches from the voice as she lies on the floor looking up to see the mystified Momo.
"Hm? Oh, Yaoyorozu did your match end?" Casually, she greets the girl, wincing when she tries to tug her hand back making her wince.
"I….yes." Sadly, Momo bows her head.
"I'm guessing you lost," Sayako concludes.
"You knew?" Surprised, Momo exclaims.
"That expression confirmed it." She shrugs making her wince again.
"I see…" Momo glances to the side seeing her legs flail about trying to wiggle out of the vending machine.
"Hold on a sec…shoot." Sayako bows her head in defeat.
"What's wrong?" Momo kneels down.
"My hand…may be stuck." Sheepishly, Sayako reveals.
"What do you mean maybe stuck?" Stunned, Momo gasps.
"I am trying not to panic right now and you're not helping." Hissing, Sayako snaps at her trying to tug her hand out making her wince.
"Why would you put your arm in there in the first place!?" Perplexed, Momo demands from her.
"Two cans came down from the price of one, I'm taking my chances!" Determined, Sayako declares, trying to tug herself out of the machine, using the flats of her heel to pull herself out of the machine.
"Hold on, hopefully, this will work," Momo mutters as she creates some butter sliding it across her hand and arms when…
"Whoa, that was a close one here." Relieved, Sayako sighs as she trips falling flat behind her, her arm free from the confines of the machine despite the faint blue bruises on her arm.
"Oh, thank you." Momo sits down, her eyes expanding when seeing the can offered to her.
"Think of it as a thank you gift so…how bad was the match?" Sayako smiles cradling her wrist after passing the soda to her.
"I didn't even get a single hit; I made a shied by the time I made a weapon I was out of bounds." Glumly, Momo whispers pained staring down at her drink.
"That's rough buddy." Sayako opens the can taking a swift sip of the bubbly substance.
"How do you do it?" Momo questions her as they sit down on the bench by the machine.
"Do what?" Sayako quirks her head to the side.
"With Mina, you just knew when to strike, you always seem to have a plan." Momo sighs slumping her shoulders sadly.
"Oh…that. I guess I grew up having to think on my feet." Feebly, she answers glancing to the side remembering the memory of their sparring sessions even as a child having to avoid her father's swift strikes, both of them being a piece of work on her, teaching subjects not many would teach a child at that age…
"You did?" Momo exclaims surprised.
"Yeah, I was trained to do so. My folks were pretty rough, but the training helped I've never had the issue of hesitation." Honestly, Sayako confesses.
"Back at USJ Kirishima said you didn't hesitate at all. I'm envious…" Momo confesses making Sayako exclaims shocked choking on her drink, spewing out some spews of the substance.
"Are you okay?" Momo furrows her brow, concerned.
"Yeah…didn't think a rich kid like you would be jealous heh." Teasingly, Sayako jokes.
"To be honest I've never even had this brand of drink. I had heard it to be a commoner's beverage." In awe, Momo gushes going starry-eyed at the drink-making Sayako furrow her brow.
"C-Commoner? I… take it you weren't trained." Tensely, Sayako dismisses, trying to ignore the brief jab from the innocent girl.
"Not in terms of combat not much compared to my knowledge or my quirk." Momo sighs as Sayako furrows her brow, she was trained young by both her folks, they wanted her to be ready for whatever was thrown her way didn't help either that she pestered for them both to train her.
"Makes sense, I was taught to fight without using my quirk, to think on my feet, the hesitation was beaten out of me. If I want to think I make space, I go silent, but it's a balance you got to achieve if you don't well…" Sadly, Sayako smiles at the memory of her and her father's one on one time together sparring.
"How do I find that balance?" Momo asks her.
"I don't know it depends on you but listen to me. Don't let what happened get to you. There's always more shot especially with the recommendations stigma on ya and your quirk." She assures Momo.
"But…what if I am useless? I'm nothing compared to you or Todoroki. I mean Todoroki has a powerful quirk but yours isn't, yours is versatile just like mine, and yet…" Saddened, Momo whispers making Sayako squirm slightly.
"Look about that act with the knife sorry I look back at that seeing people like you just…annoy me." Awkwardly, Sayako scratches the back of her neck glancing to the side.
"It's alright thank you by the way for the drink." Softly, she smiles at Sayako.
"It's cool. Still, think of it like this I'm up against Tokoyami right? I'll beat him on your behalf." She offers Momo.
"I'd be thankful for that. Thank you Sayako." Softly, Momo smiles at her.
"No problem I should get going." She stands up.
"R-Right…I'll- I'll cheer you on!" Momo stands up, a faint ruby red tint to her cheeks as she watches the fleeting figure of Sayako leave only to glance behind her, stopping in her steps from Momo's declaration, a faint ruby red darkening in her cheeks.
"Cool." Smoothly, Sayako salutes Momo and leaves her, heading out…
*What do you think of Sayako and Momo?*