"If it's not one it's the other," Recovery Girl gave a weak sigh as she looked over Hitoshi's burns. "These sports festivals get more and more violent each year. I keep asking Nedzu to place some more rules down to reduce injuries to you students, but does he listen to me? No. Never." She scoffed as she took both sides of Hitoshi's face in her hands. Her hands were cold to the touch, but then again Hitoshi's face was warm from the burns. Still, it felt nice and he leaned into her touch.

He knew his face looked bad, dirty, red, and covered with various burn blisters. The worst offender being a big liquid filled blister about the size of a quarter under his right eye. He had a few more blisters on his chin, and forehead, but these weren't as big nor as painful. Thankfully, or unfortunately, his face took the brunt of Bakugo's quirk during their quick battle. Recovery Girl gently tilted his head to the side to inspect the burns from a different angle. She then sighed once more before extending her lips-

Hitoshi dodged.

"..." Recovery Girl had no expression as she stared at him.

"Sorry, force of habit. I'm not big on…kissing." He grumbled before leaning down. "Plus your lips extending like that kind of freak me out, no offense." He forced a laugh and he was now at her level.

"Hmph." Regardless of her feelings, Recovery Girl gave Hitoshi a quick peck on the cheek. Hitoshi slumped weakly against the wall as his stamina took a dip. "Are you alright?" She quickly asked.

"Fine…" He rubbed between his eyes. "Perfectly fine, just…give me a moment." Hitoshi then yawned and stretched his arms back in an attempt to stretch his shoulders out. Still, despite feeling tired he felt a lot better and his face no longer stung with various burns and blisters.

"Do you need to rest for a while?"

"No. I should be good, thank you." Hitoshi got up from the cot that Recovery Girl had him sit on. "I should get back to the stands, I'm sure Zuchan is worried about me." He gave her a weak smile as he made his way towards the door.

"Very well, just be careful out there." She ordered and smacked her cane on the ground for good measure as well as a bit of a threat.

"Y-yes ma'am!"

Hitoshi walked out of the infirmary. Down the solitary hallway he walked, it was so quiet that he could hear the buzzing of the lights above him-

The lights buzzed right next to Hitoshi's head as he pulled back the vent from the air duct. "This time…this will be the one that will grant my freedom." he whispered to himself as he climbed into the air duct. The area wobbled under his weight and Hitoshi let out a soft "oh!" in shock before he steadied himself. He sat on the edge and looked down at the small room. 'May be this be the last time I see this dreaded room-'

"Toshichan, where are you going?"

Hitoshi whipped his head down. "Oh no-"

"Gah!" Lost in the past, Hitoshi failed to see Bakugo's approach until it was too late. Bakugo had jumped on Hitoshi, grabbing him by his shoulders, jerking him forward before slamming him down to the ground. Bakugo kept his knee planted firmly on the middle of Hitoshi's back as he grabbed on to Hitoshi's right arm and pulled it to it's fullest extent and twisted. He then put pressure on Hitoshi's arm making him cry out. "Fuck!"

"Alright, Mindfuck…how'd you know about me pushing Deku into the river, huh?" Bakugo snarled.

"I never said you pushed hi-" Hitoshi suppressed another cry of pain as Bakugo added even more pressure to Hitoshi's arm, Hitoshi felt it threaten to break. That's what he felt anyways.

"Don't you fucking lie to me!" Bakugo roared. "I'll break your fucking arm, Mindfuck! Don't test me right now!"

"Idiot! I don't know-"

"Is it you?" Bakugo growled as he applied just a bit more pressure to Hitoshi's arm. Hitoshi let out another cry of pain as he tried his hardest to scramble away, but Bakugo was heavy. Bakugo's breathing turned heavy and ragged as his teeth gnashed and clicked together. "Are you the one fucking with Deku's memories? I know you can make people do anything you tell them too…does forgetting things count?" He whispered softly almost retrospectively.

Hitoshi had his quirk at the ready. He didn't have to put up with this. 'Tell him to jump off the roof while you're at it.' That more devious part of his brain told him, but, thankfully, it didn't have to get that far as his savior came to his rescue.

"Bakugo!" Aizawa barked through his bandages.

Bakugo made a noise of surprise as he looked up at Aizawa with, what Hitoshi assumed to be, wide scared eyes.

"Get off of him." Aizawa snarled as he hobbled his way up to them. "I told you, you can't win all the time and you can't throw tantrums every time you lose. Be happy you got as far as you did and learn from it for next time."

Bakugo's grip on Hitoshi's arm shook a little, like he was debating it. "Fine!" He snarled as he threw Hitoshi's arm down. Hitoshi groaned when Bakugo got off of him. Hitoshi ignored his aching arm as he stood up, sneering at Bakugo.

"Whatever, listen to me, Eyebags, you may have won against me but you did so underhandedly. I know you know more than what you've been giving us and that's how you threw me off, but now I know…"

"You don't know jack." Hitoshi spat towards Bakugo.

"Hm… don't get too comfortable with how things have been…" Bakugo started to walk away from both Shouta and Hitoshi alike. He shoved his hands into his pockets and slouched his shoulders down. "Because things will change in the future."

"Bakugo, do not threaten your fellow classmates, that's enough." Aizawa told him and Bakugo looked over his shoulder. There was something in those red eyes. Something that rubbed Hitoshi the wrong way.

"Listen, teach… I'm not the only one in class who's noticed this but there's some manipulation going on between Deku and Eyebags-"

"Bakugo, enough-"

Bakugo just couldn't let it rest as he turned and pointed at Hitoshi. "You can deny that quirk of his makes it possible that he could do anything to Deku if he wanted-"

"Bakugo?" It was Izuku that spoke from behind Bakugo. Bakugo turned-

SLAP!

The sound reverberated through hallway. Bakugo's head jerked almost violently to the side from the hit as he took a step back cradling his reddened cheek.

"That's enough!" Izuku snarled. Izuku's green eyes looked almost murderous as he took a step towards Bakugo. "I've heard many things about my brother and I, but what you just said is honestly one of the sickest things I've ever had the displeasure of hearing, and I heard a rumor about us sleeping together. My brother would never use his quirk to harm me! Get that through your thick skull right now. Just because you lost-" Izuku walked away from Bakugo and towards Hitoshi. "-Doesn't mean you get to throw around sick rumors."

Bakugo's fist clenched tightly to his side.

"Please, Bakugo…go back to the stands, or I'll be forced to escort you out of the remainder of the Sports Festival if you keep this up." Aizawa ordered.

"... fine. Fine. but before I do, I just have one thing to say… the name I wanted you to say, Deku…during the battle trial? You said it during the cavalry battle. So, that tells me-" Bakugo looked up at Izuku. "-You are my old friend no matter how much you try to deny it! And that means…well…" Bakugo turned away and finally stalked off. "I shouldn't ruin all the surprises, should I?"

"..." The trio watched him go.

"Thanks, dad…" Hitoshi whispered once Bakugo was gone and out of their line of sight. "If you hadn't have shown up I think he would have broken my arm." Hitoshi rubbed his arm for good measure.

"It's unacceptable of him. I'll see about getting him to Hound Dog when this is all over. That boy clearly has issues. Maybe Hound Dog can help him regulate his emotions." Aizawa grumbled and then turned to Hitoshi and Izuku. "Regardless, I just came here to check up on you. Those burns looked bad."

"They weren't pleasant, but I'll live." Hitoshi responded as he looked at his dad. "Recovery Girl did a good job at healing me."

"Good job on advancing into the next round, both of you." Aizawa looked at both of his boys. "I also came by to ask, however, that comment you used on Bakugo. The one about the river?"

"Oh yeah! That's why I came over as well! What did you mean by that?" Izuku asked as he focused on Hitoshi.

Hitoshi paused as he looked from his father to his brother. "That? Heh. He just seems like the type to push his 'friend' into the river. That's all. It was all just an assessment of his character on my part."

"..." Izuku's brow furrowed as he stared at his brother. His mouth only slightly agape as he looked like he was fishing through his memories.

Memories that wouldn't be there.

"Clever but… oddly specific." Aizawa commented.

"Well, I was going to say that he threw his friend down the stairs, as he seemed the type, but that felt like it was going a tad too far." Hitoshi lied while looking at his dad.

"Hm…good choice."

Hitoshi felt arms warp around his one arm and he looked at Izuku. Izuku pressed his face against his brother's bicep before sighing. "I have to go and meet with Toshinori, just try and stay out of trouble okay?" Izuku asked and Hitoshi gave a weak laugh.

"It's like you don't even know me, Zuchan."

"Mm!" Izuku gave a soft squeeze before letting go of his brother. "Next time you see me, I'll be up against 'Roki!" Izuku then bounded away.

Hitoshi blinked. Then looked at his dad with a raised eyebrow. " 'Roki?" Hitoshi inquired with a bit of a disbelieving scoff.

"I met Endeavor on the way here… do you want to know something concerning?" Aizawa asked making Hitoshi look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?"

"That Endeavor knew I was Izuku's guardian. That tells me one thing and one thing only-"

"He went through sealed records…" Hitoshi huffed. "That means he knows about my parents, no doubt."

A shadow passed over Aizawa's bandaged face. "That's not the worst thing. Izuku is planning something. I know he is. He's got that look and air about him. The same one when he was trying to keep his training with All Might a secret. If this involves Todoroki…and it's something stupid…god help us all…"


"My boy, you're doing great." Toshinori quickly offered Izuku a cup of already made tea. They had roughly five minutes until Izuku had to go and wait for his battle with Todoroki. "You're really getting a handle on One for all. All you have to do now is win and you'll show the world that you were here!"

"Er… right…" Izuku took a small sip of the hot liquid while not meeting his mentor's eyes.

"Hm? Why are you suddenly so hesitant?"

"...Toshinori…as the number one hero…clearly you've worked with Endeavor before…right?"

"Heh…just spoke with him earlier. He's…" Toshinori trailed off. "Well… he's a hero."

'An abuser. He punched a five year old for not 'being good enough'. He doesn't deserve that super powerful fire quirk of his.' Izuku darkly thought as he stared at his own reflection in the tea. 'He's no hero.'

"Izuku?" Toshinori snapped his fingers in Izuku's face. "I don't like that face you have. It's the same one you had at the USJ."

"..." Izuku blinked as he looked at Toshinori for a moment. "I- Sorry. I just got caught up in my thoughts." He admitted. "I was just curious about the number two hero, is all." He then gave Toshinori a quick dismissive wave and then took a sip of his drink. "I should go, thanks for the tea!"

"Of course! I look forward to seeing the battle between you and young Todoroki!"

'No you won't. Nobody will.' Izuku almost wanted to smile, but he didn't. Instead, he just kept his head down. He walked into the building, finishing his tea, he threw the empty cup into a nearby bin before jogging up the first flight of steps.

He then stopped and sniffed the air. He smelt…smoke. Like something was burning.

Well, he got his answer when Endeavor himself turned the corner. The two of them locked eyes, Endeavor's eyes were narrowed and Izuku scowled at this.

'He doesn't deserve that quirk.' Izuku thought almost hatefully.

'He punched a five-year-old. Disgrace. Horrible man. Doesn't deserve it.'

"Excuse me-" Izuku tried to squeeze past Endeavor, but that was when the larger man caught him by his arm. Endeavor's hand engulfed Izuku's bicep as he pulled Izuku down a step.

"I've been watching you closely, Izuku Aizawa-" Endeavor started his voice gruff and deep that made Izuku feel like a child. "Your a person born with two quirks, just like my Shoto. Yet, one of your quirks, is very similar that that of All Might's own."

"Hm." Izuku grunted in response. "I've been told that, yes, now please-"

Endeavor tightened his grip and Izuku tensed as Endeavor's hand turned warm.

Doesn't deserve that quirk. Take it. Take it away from him. Punish him.

"My son will be the one to bring All Might down, which is why he must win against you, do you understand this? You will give my son an honorable battle, one that he will win. "

Take it. Take it from him.

Izuku could feel something. Something inching towards Endeavor in question.

Red. Red. All Izuku could see was red tendrils- but Endeavor couldn't see this.

Punish Endeavor.

Farther up the tendrils rose from Izuku, inching closer, closer still towards Endeavor.

"Heroes are the guilty ones, Izuku. They only gaslight people into thinking they're good. They've got more blood on their hands than us…"

"Hello?!" Endeavor barked out in Izuku's face.

Izuku felt his chest rise up and down fearfully. Tendrils, so many tendrils only mere inches from Endeavor's face. Ready, at his command-

Izuku blinked. He blinked so harshly that his eyes hurt.. There were no red tendrils surrounding Endeavor. Nothing but him and the number two hero. "I'm not All Might-" Grabbing on to Endeavor's wrist, Izuku pried Endeavor's hand off of his arm. "And Todoroki isn't you. So, do me a favor- fuck off…before I do something I might regret." Izuku hissed before walking past Endeavor.

Punish him-

'Later. I'll make sure he gets what's coming to him. Him and every other hero that-' Izuku gnashed his teeth together as his form almost violently shook- then he stopped as a gasp left his mouth. 'What am I saying?!' He thought as he leaned against a nearby wall. His hands shook a little as he pressed his head against the cool feeling wall, his face suddenly feeling hot.

'What were those tendrils? They were red and it almost reminded me of whisps, not quite there… Then again…' He pulled himself off of the wall and touched his forehead. 'I think this sports festival is just stressing me out. Right?' He thought back to the image of Endeavor, the red, almost see through, tendrils threatening to plung into him. 'When I blinked they were gone. Maybe Endeavor just made me see red, literally.'

Izuku's face continued to heat up as he felt himself wobble just a little.

He got to the student waiting room/planning room and opened the door.

"Ah, Tora I-" Todoroki got up from his chair as he calmly walked up to Izuku. "Are you alright?" Todoroki inquired as he came up to Izuku.

"I'm fine…" Izuku breathed out. "I ran into your dad, real charmer there." Izuku only huffed before sitting down in a nearby chair.

"I'm sorry. What did the bastard want?" Todoroki snarled.

"Just to give you a 'honorable' battle… Urg…" Izuku put his hand on his face and shut his eyes. "I can't imagine living with him… he pisses me off." Izuku whispered angirly.

Todoroki sat next to him and put the back of his hand on Izuku's forehead. "Tora I, you're burning up- Here." Since it was his right hand; Todoroki used his ice to make his hand cold which made Izuku press against him.

"Tora-"

Izuku grabbed on to Todoroki's hand with both of his hands. "Izuku…" he whispered. "Please, you already know Aizawa is my father. So, stop calling me Tora. It's not even my real last name."

"...Izuku. Are you ready to piss a lot of people off?" Todoroki asked with a small chuckle.

"Oh yeah, I'm already gearing up for the lecture my dad is going to give me." Izuku returned Todoroki's smile.

"I'm worried about what my dad is going to do, I won't lie…" Todoroki admitted as he turned away from Izuku.

Punish Endeavor-

Grabbing his notebook, Izuku went to a blank page. From there he hastily started to scribble.

"Izuku-...?" Todoroki only gave him a puzzled look when Izuku shoved what he wrote in Todoroki's face.

"I shouldn't do this. I know I shouldn't. I know dad'll kill me if he finds out but…This is my address and under that is my phone number- though, at the moment I'm still grounded so don't text yet. Regardless, if Endeavor hits you, if you feel unsafe, come to me." Izuku then let out an 'oh' took the paper back and quickly scribbled down some more information before handing it back to Todoroki.

"Don't use the front door. Come to my window, this way if dad's home he won't know." Izuku included directions to his window in particular.

"But… I can't-"

"Take it." Izuku urged slightly.

Todoroki took the paper like it was toxic to the touch. Gently and between two fingers. "But…what if you're sleeping? Or not home?"

"I'll keep my window open. If I'm not home, come in, I won't mind. If I'm sleeping just be sure to wake me. A little shake usually does it."

"...Izuku…" Todoroki looked at the paper before smiling a little. "Okay… thank you."

It was no sooner had he said that did Midnight's voice come through the speakers.

"Izuku Tora and Shoto Todoroki to the arena!"

"Ready to piss a stadium full of people off?" Izuku repeated Todoroki's question from earlier as he stood up. Todoroki smiled and gently rose his hand up for a high-five. To which Izuku gave him.

"I'm ready." Todoroki mischievously grinned.


Together the two of them stand in a face-off. Izuku stared Todoroki down, Todoroki stared Izuku down. They look ready for the battle of the century. Their classmates hang by with baited breath, waiting, salivating for the bloodlust about to happen. Who will win?

Only fate will tell.

"Begin!" Present Mic announced.

They don't rush at each other like wild animals wanting the first strike. No, they both calmly walk up to each other. Step by step they get closer. It's the calm before the storm. The audience is hanging by their very seat by the time the two boys wordlessly get within mere feet of each other.

A hush falls over the crowd as they wait. Wondering just what these boys are going to do. It got so quiet that Izuku could hear Present Mic's chair squeak from the box he was sitting in with Aizawa. He mentally prepared himself for the ass chewing of a lifetime when this is over.

Todorok looked at him, he looked at Todoroki.

Todoroki raised his fist in front of him, Izuku followed suit.

Confused murmurs run through the crowd. Izuku's heart was pounding, but not with fear, with exhilaration…and he suppresses the urge to laugh by biting his lip.

"Prepare to lose." Todoroki said.

"Likewise."

… silence before.

"Once, twice, shoot!" Both boys cried as they raised their fist up and down.

Izuku went with Paper.

Todoroki with scissors.

"Ah, better luck next time..." Izuku sighed rather dramatically, he then huffed and shoved his hands in his pockets before turning and walking out of bounds.

Todoroki sighed. "Damn."

The crowd erupts in rage. Izuku is trying so hard not to laugh. It was chaos for sure. The outrage was glorious. But he couldn't stop his smirk as he watched Endeavor light up. Nearly singeing several people in the process from his tantrum.

Oh, But the shocked look on Toshinori's face was just as priceless.

Todoroki hopped down next to Izuku and the two of them hurried away from the booing crowd.

It wasn't until they were in a secluded part of the stadium. Just the two of them not a soul in sight, the only sound they could hear was their own excited breathing echoing around them. Did they look at each, grin, before double over laughing. "Oh my god! That was great!" Izuku raised his hand up and Todoroki high-fived it.

"Did you see Endeavor!?"

"How could I not!?" Izuku gasped between laughs, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he doubled over again. Eventually they calmed down, only their own gasps could be heard as they caught their breath. Izuku then lightly patted Todoroki on the shoulder. "C'mon! Let's stay out of the stadium for the remainder of the second round. Let the crowd cool off."

"Uh, okay, what should we do?"

"Let's go and get some food! Heavens knows I could use a snack right about now!"


Hitoshi had a whirlwind of emotions inside of him. He wanted to laugh, cry, be proud and be embarrassed by his brother all in one go. He covered his red face with his hand while leaning heavily against a wheezing Kaminari.

"Talk about a bait-bait- and -and switch!" Kaminari guffawed while smacking his own leg. Tears spilling from his eyes. He wasn't the only one howling with laughter. Kirishima and Sero also seemed to have found this funny.

"I'm going to kill him!" Hitoshi whined dramatically before flopping into Kaminari's lap.

"Ack- look at my hands!" Kaminari frantically waved his hands around for all to see, not that Hitoshi cared. "My hands are here!"

"I don't understand how he and Todorki could just… throw their spots away like that!?" Ochako gasped.

"They didn't take this seriously!" Iida snarled a little uncharacteristically. "It makes Class 1A look like fools!" He chopped his hand up and down. "It's absoloutely appalling and I hope Mr. Aizawa has a word with both of them!-" Iida grunted as he grabbed his ringing phone. "Forgive me, I have to take this..." He commented as he scooted out of his seat and down the stairs so he could have some privacy.

"I dunno…I mean, it's kinda manly. They had to know that doing that would cause such a negative reaction and yet they still did it." Kirishima responded while composing himself from his previous laughing fit.

"I disagree…" Tokoyami sighed from his spot next to Kaminari. He crossed his arms over his chest. "I agree with Iida, it makes us look like idiots who don't care."

"Yeah!" Dark Shadow popped up for a second before retreating due to the sunlight.

"Furthermore…we were all there this morning. We saw and heard Todoroki say he was going to beat Tora I. They were giving it all in the first two rounds. Why give up now?" Shouji leaned down beore focusing on Hitoshi.

Hitoshi peeked from between his fingers at Shouji and huffed. "Well don't look at me! I sure as hell didn't know he was going to do this!" He gave another grumble before twisting a little. He felt his face heat up as his mouth scrunched in anger. "It would have been nice to know…" He whispered and leaned in-

"Eep!" Kaminari gasped, his face turning red, with both of his hands covering his mouth to suppress anymore surprise noises, and Hitoshi's eyes went wide once he realized he was practically nuzzling Kaminari's stomach with his nose. Instantly Hitoshi sat up, nearly clipping Kaminari in the chin with his forehead in the process.

"I am so sorry!" He apologized and sat right back into his own seat, if not rather stiffly. Both boys turned bright red, their faces practically glowing.

"Uh-..Alright! Next up! Itsuka Kendo VS Mina Ashido!" Present Mic quickly tried to whip the crowd back up and into shape. But the damage had been done, unfortunately. Some hecklers were less than happy. Demanding if these two where at least going to take this seriously.

'Zuchan…I hope you're happy with the damage you caused…' Hitoshi rubbed at his legs while biting his lip. 'I saw it, the others might not have, but I did. That damned smile. Do I-?...Should I? It's getting riskier with so many people involved. In the past I could get away with it because it was just us but…'

Hitoshi started to feel like he was trapped in a small dark box. Unable to escape because he's the one constantly keeping the door shut. But he had to keep the door shut, because the monster on the other side…

It was something to be feared. Something that Hitoshi had to keep at bay by blocking the doorway. The beast that scratched deeper and deeper, that scratched so deep that Hitoshi could see the light from the other side of the box from those deep indents.

It terrified him to his core.

"Toshichan!" The beast would call.

Over and over…and over….and over again. It's white hair sometimes glinting in the light.

'Never again. I don't care what it takes. I won't let you out. I won't let you hurt him. Not again.'


Shoto and Izuku where in the middle of sharing some mochi together when Endeavor had finally caught up with them in the vendor village.

"You think you're funny do you-" Izuku gasped when his arm was harshly grabbed. This time Endeavor didn't hold back as he gripped Izuku's arm hard. The same with Todoroki's own arm. Todoroki let out a grunt of pain at this when Endeavor pulled them both back. Making them drop their treats. "Unacceptable! Absolutely unacceptable! I told you to give my son an honorable battle and you do this?! Shoto…I expected better."

"Rock, Paper, Scissors is very honorable! Thank you very much!" Izuku snarled right back at Endeavor. Then, Izuku rose his foot up and kicked the number two hero directly in the shin.

It worked and Endeavor cursed, letting go of both of them. Izuku acted quickly. Wedging himself between Endeavor and Shoto in an instant. "Hit me." Izuku almost barked. "Go ahead, show all of these vendors and civilians how the great Endeavor hits children when they don't do what he wants!"

"Keep testing me, boy, and I might!" Endeavor got right up into Izuku's face.

"Do it!" Izuku urged snarling. His form starting to shake-

Take it. Take his quirk. Give me a reason! Take it! Take it! TAKE IT-

Endeavor raised his hand up, ready to backhand Izuku.

Izuku braced himself.

Whack!

Endeavor sure as hell didn't account for Aoi Aizawa smacking him upside the head with her purse. "Now that's enough!" Aoi snarled as she shoved a stunned Endeavor away. "My son might not be able to attack you, but I sure as hell can!" Aoi pushed Izuku back. "You two-" She turned to Izuku and Todoroki and pointed venomously at them. "Get to Shouta, he has some words he wants to have you both. You-" She turned back to Endeavor and grabbed him by his ear, lowering him down to her level.

Her eyes glowing a deep shade of gold as her purse and the rocks on the floor by her feet started to rise, her pissed off state clearly evident by this. It didn't just stop from rocks, liter within a ten feet radius started to rise. "-We're going to have some words. Number two hero or not, that's my grandson you nearly smacked and I don't take kindly to that! That is a child!"

Izuku pulled on Todoroki's sleeve and noticed frost. Frost clung to Todoroki's form and was starting to melt. It was only on half of his body his right half, of course. Todoroki shook a breath leaving his mouth that hung in the air. "C'mon…" Izuku whispered while he took Todoroki's right hand into his own. "Lets go and meet with Mr. Aizawa."


Mina won against Kendo, using her slimy acid to stick Kendo to the ground. When Kendo had tried to use her big fist to free herself, Mina had kicked Kendo in the face with an impressive round house kick. This knocked Kendo out and sunk the win for Mina.

Both Izuku and Todorki saw this from the room they were being held in. They had to wait until the match was done for Aizawa to shamble in. Bandages or not, both arms stuck in slings or not, he looked pissed and both boys ducked their heads down.

"Never in my years have I seen such disgrace." Aizawa growled as he hobbled over to Izuku and Todoroki. "You should both feel ashamed for what you did. You didn't take this seriously and you made, not just 1A but 1B by proxy, look like they didn't care about the sports festival- people are still booing."

"I'm sorry we didn't give into their bloodlust." Izuku huffed.

"Don't get smart with me. Now is not the time."

Izuku rolled his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. Todoroki watched Izuku for a moment before back at Aizawa.

"It was my idea." Todoroki suddenly said and Izuku looked at him in shock.

"No!-"

Todoroki raised a hand to silence Izuku. "-Don't listen to him, Aizawa-sensei, please. I just… I hate my father! I wanted to…I wanted to humiliate him, my dad I mean, so I approached Iz-Tora I and I asked him to do this. I never should have dragged him down with me. I take full responsibility…I'll…I'll apologize to the whole arena and in return I'll even give Izuku my spot in the tournament for this-"

"-Todoroki, no!-"

"-Don't listen to him. I begged Tora I to keep this quiet. Please… don't be mad at him."

Aizawa looked from Todoroki to Izuku. His eyes narrowed for a moment. "I was told by my mother that Endeavor tried to hit you, Tora I. Is this true?"

"...Yes." Izuku confessed while looking at his dad before looking away.

"Todoroki. Does your father hit you?" He asked and Todoroki went quiet. He grabbed on to his pants, unable to look Aizawa in the eye.

"Yes…" Todoroki swallowed hard. "But…don't get CPS involved, please…it does nothing." Todoroki whispered desperately. "I just wanted to humiliate my father…nothing more. Please…" Todoroki's voice shook at the end of his plea while he finally looked up at Aizawa.

"..." Aizawa groaned before shaking his head. "What's done is done." Aizawa stated boldly. "If you want to give your spot to Tora I, then that's up to you, but truthfully…I wouldn't bother. The crowd is pissed and no hero will take either of you seriously after this stunt." Aizawa started for the door, but not before looking over his shoulder at the duo.

"..." Todoroki slumped a little in his seat.

"Fuck. That! 'Roki, you fight hard in the next round. It's over for me, but not for you. You show that world what you're made of." Izuku turned to Todoroki. Ignoring his father for the moment. "You fight against Mina and you give her hell. And Todoroki, you do what I can't. You show the world that you are here. That you deserve this spot. Because, dammit, Rock, Paper, scissors is very honorable!" Izuku yelled. "And when you win the sports festival you tell everyone that!"

"Tora…" Todoroki breathed out. His eyes softened and he stood. "I will! I'm not done, not by a long shot!"

Aizawa looked at them before tipping his head. "Fine. That being said, you're going to be faced with indignation by the crowd-"

"Fuck that crowd and what they think-"

"Izuku, enough with the 'f' bombs!" Aizawa broke character as he snapped at Izuku swiftly. "You're getting too excited and need to calm down."

Izuku sat down quickly.

Aizawa turned back to Todoroki. "I just hope you're prepared for the backlash, is all I'm trying to say."

"As prepared as I'll ever be."

"Alright, though if I can make a suggestion with the two of you? Stay out of the crowd's line of sight until your match is up. I think you're the last two people they want to see." Aizawa then turned and left the two of them alone in the room over looking the battleground below them.

It wasn't all bad. Actually it was preferable as it wasn't as loud and overstimulating as it was when they were in their seats. Being the room allowed them to one: Be in air conditioning, and two: watch and observe from a safe distance.

They watched as Momo and Kirishima were up next against each other. Momo had the same problem with Kirishima as Iida had, that he just too strong. Nothing she threw at him worked. He was fast too and able to dodge most, if not all of her melee attacks. She tried the shield a second time, but even that was nothing against Kirishima. In the end, Kirishima won when he kicked her shield, sending Momo flying out of bounds.

"Hichan is up next." Izuku commented as he scooted closer to Todoroki.

"Yes, against Monoma. The copy quirk. Do you think your bother could win?"

"Without a doubt! Hichan just has to get Monoma to talk-"

"Yes, but Monoma knows how it works and Monoma is…rather eccentric himself."

"Good point, it also depends if he's copying Hichan's quirk or not… … Roki?"

"Hm"

"Why'd you take the blame for my idea?" Izuku asked softly while blushing. "You didn't have to."

"You got ready to take a blow from my father to protect me. I felt it fair that I took a blow from your father to protect you. Though…I feel like his is more verbal in a sense."

Izuku blushed before leaning his head on Todoroki's shoulder. "Thank you."


Hitoshi stretched as he looked at Monoma who was across from him. Monoma smirked at Hitoshi before…

Winking.

Hitoshi felt his face heat up before he shook his head. 'Warfare.' He thought bitterly.

"I hope you don't plan on playing Rock, paper, scissors with me, because it won't work." Monoma laughed as he stepped forward.

Hitoshi kept his mouth shut. Of course, Monoma hasn't touched him since the initial first contact over an hour ago, but he didn't know how long Monoma's quirk stays in affect for. So, he'd rather not risk it. Instead he raises his fists up.

"Begin!" Present Mic bellows.

Monoma starts to cackle as he rushes towards Hitoshi at a feverish pace. Hitoshi doesn't move, not right away, instead he waited, posed, ready to strike. Closer Monoma comes for him. Hitoshi narrowed his eyes before dodging down right as Monoma raised his hand to strike. Once down, Hitoshi jabbed directly into Monoma's gut.

A gasp of shock leaves Monoma's mouth as he doubles over for a brief moment, just long enough for Hitoshi to upper cut him in one swift motion. Monoma gave a sharp cry from this as he took a step back. Monoma then jerked his head down with a bloodied toothy grin. Both lips busted from Hitoshi's attack.

"I was hoping you'd do that!" Monoma continued to grin. "I ran into someone on my way here-"

"Ack!" Hitoshi had no control as his arms violently moved on their own accord.

"Akisho, his name was. He wanted me to copy his quirk- oh, he says this is from him-"

"Oof!" Hitoshi roughly punched himself across his own face. He tasted blood from his own attack and he growled at Monoma.

'I hate his quirk! Truthfully…any quirk that can take another quirk… I detest with my whole being!' Hitoshi thought as Monoma started to walk, forcing Hitoshi to walk with him. "Now, I'm not as cruel as Akisho, I'll just walk you out myself-"

Hitoshi growned as he started move closer and closer out of bounds. 'Dammit! There has to be a way out of his-'

Hitoshi's legs stuttered in step as he tried to fight the control. There was some fight there, a fight to be a had, but he needed more willpower.

"You know, Akisho also mentioned that he wanted to tell you personally, that your brother is out of his league- that he will come for his debt soon. Who is he? Exactly?" Monoma asked as he tapped his chin. "Akisho said his name was-"

Hitoshi's feet nearly stopped at Monoma's words. "Don't!" Hitoshi nearly pleaded as he broke his silence. The last thing he needed was Izuku hearing that name. He's worked so hard keeping All for one a secret!

"Oh? Hit a spot did I? What was it?" Monoma grinned. "All-"

"Stop!"

"All-"

Hitoshi snarled as he fought against Monoma's control, his feet actually stopping, despite the fact that Monoma was still marching in place.

Monoma paused his marching at this. "Maybe the name doesn't matter. But Akisho assures me that this person is coming after your brother and if you ask me after his last performance whoever this villain is should just take him!" Monoma cackled. "He'd be doing all of UA a favor! All for-

Hitoshi broke free. With a scream he charged at Monoma. Forgetting for a very real moment that he, Hitoshi, had a quirk that could have actively stopped Monoma by now, He tackled Monoma to the ground. The two of them twisted and turned in a violent struggle for power over the other.

Monoma would get Hitoshi on his back, but Hitoshi was more nimble than Monoma and would eventually get Monoma on his back. Hitoshi felt like he was back in grade school when he stradled himself down on Monoma and punched. He punched Monoma directly in the face. But he wasn't done.

Hitoshi wanted silence from Monoma. He punched again this time with his right hand, then his left, and again. Over and and over and over. 'Shut up! Shut up! Shutupshutupshutupshutup!' Hitoshi had no idea just how violent he was being. Not when his knuckles split open. Not when blood landed on his face, not when Monoma went quiet-

"Enough, this has gotten out of hand!"

Hitoshi smelt something sweet for a brief moment before he collapsed weakly to his side. His eyes felt heavy as his mind started to…drift off… like before you fall…asleep…


"One doesn't take this seriously and the other goes full apeshit!" Aizawa groaned into his bandaged hands as he rested his head on the desk.

Hizashi muted his own mic as he scooted back his rolly chair. He then whistled. "Wow… What set Hitoshi off like that. Like he could have just used his quirk-"

"I know he could have just used his quirk!" Aizawa groaned. "It had to be the threat to Izuku, it just had to be. Ever since the USJ Hitoshi has gone from overprotective to borderline possessive over Izuku. It's gotten to the point that Hitoshi's starting to lock me out of certain things."

"I know Hitoshi has some deep rooted trauma regarding family… I know he sees a therapist what…three times a month? Have you considered a therapist regarding grief counseling?" Hizashi inquired as he lightly patted the area between Shouta's shoulders.

"I dunno…" Aizawa sighed as he leaned into Hizashi's touch a bit. "I really don't. I swear, Hizashi, Hitoshi is regressing and Izuku is…I don't know with Izuku. You didn't hear him earlier, he just didn't even sound like himself. He was getting loud and snarky with me. He's always a bit snarky but…this was different and according to mom he was baiting Endeavor into hitting him!... I think they both need a therapist; that the USJ royally messed with their heads in different ways."

"But…Izuku doesn't remember the USJ attack."

"That's the scary thing isn't it?... doesn't remember it but it still fucks with him… I'm so tired, Hizashi…" Aizawa confessed weakly as he stared at his own blurry reflection in the desk. "So tired…"


True to what Izuku asked of him, Todoroki faced the backlash with a brave face. Not once giving the hecklers even so much as a look as he faced off against Mina.

It was the two of them were dancing. Mina skirting around Todoroki's ice attack by skating on her own acid. She would come up on him and he would dodge out of the way just as quickly. He'd try and knock her down with his ice, but surprisingly, his ice never once phased her. She giggled and laughed the whole time.

Todoroki then tried to encase her in his ice in a last ditch effort to win. Same with Sero, he stamped on the ground and used a giant wall of ice to be her tomb. He figured when she didn't emerge at first that he had won-

Until her hot corrosive acid burned through his tomb. "Nice try, Freezerburn!" She teased lovingly to with a flirtatious wink. "But you're going to have to be better than that to trap me!" She twirled on the ground as she used her acid to get behind Shoto-

Then he was kicked directly in the back. This forced him on his stomach, directly in her acid. He felt like a bug stuck in sticky paper. He scrambled, kicked, and whined as he tried to get out of her acid, but he was stuck.

'It's your quirk not his!' Izuku's words had struck a cord with him. A cord that nobody has ever been able to replicate. Todoroki felt his flames flicker beneath his fingers on his left hand and attempt to free himself, no doubt…

But…

He couldn't do it.

So he, Shoto Todoroki, met his match. Mina Ashido won.

Hitoshi would unfortunately be disqualified with his match against Kirshima as he never showed, still knocked unconscious from Midnight's quirk. It probably didn't help that the poor boy was only running on less than two hours of sleep from the night before.

This left one final battle between Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirshima to determine the sports festival.

Mina was fast and Kirishima was sturdy. The crowd was roaring, the earlier antics between Todoroki and Izuku now long forgotten the final two fought it out for first place. To the best for 1A.

Mina's acid veil was great for blocking Kirishima's swift melee attacks. Around and around Mina would spin around Kirishima, doing her best to block his attacks with one hand while using her other hand to shoot acid down at his feet. Eating away at Kirishima's shoes as well as sticking him in place. Kirishima would harden his feet and free himself from her thick sticky acid, but the more she piled one, the harder it became until eventually, Kirishima met his match.

"Mina Ashido is the winner!" Present Mic announced to a roaring crowd. People stood for Mina while they clapped and Mina openly weeped with joy as she watched this.

Mina, Kirishima, and Hitoshi The top three winners of the UA sports festival.

Again, Hitoshi was still knocked unconscious. Thus unable to take his medal from All Might when the time came. Something Toshinori was honestly a little disappointed about as he gave each and everyone of them a small speech while giving them their well deserved medals.

Toshinori had some questions for Hitoshi.

Oh well, another time it would seem.

Mina cheered and bounced happily from the podium, her excitement well placed while tears of joy perked in the corner of her eyes. "I did it! I can't believe it!" This was a high that Mina would ride for a very long time, that's clear.

With the Sports Festival finally over that could only mean one thing was around the corner. The internships coming up. Toshinori prayed Torino would get his letter in time… That being said, he should pray someone, anyone would take Izuku for an internship given the stunt he pulled with Todoroki.

"All Might!" Bakugo came up to Toshinori, in his All Might form, obviously. His posture was slack as he approached the elder hero.

"Young Bakugo! You did great out there-"

"-I need to talk to you." Bakugo tapped his shoe on the ground as he looked a little nervous. "...About Deku… and about that 'brother' of his."

So, what did you guys think of the rock paper scissors fiasco lol. Do you agree with Izuku? Or the others saying it was disgraceful?

Also, I do apologize if this one seems more rushed than the others. I've just been DYING to finish up the sports festival and move on because now things are getting fun with more Tododeku and some more drama involving them.