Just so you folks know, I'm cross posting this from AO3. I already have the first 8 chapters written and will be posting two a day until chapter 8 (to avoid spamming), then I'll be posting a new chapter every Friday or Saturday after that.

Also, (Because I'm a pedant and have seen a couple of reviews about it) Vampirism doesn't copy the quirks of others. Drinking from a person has the chance to give Izuku a Vampire power related/similar to their quirk. These powers will be heavily based on the powers Vampires can have in the TTRPG Vampire: The Masquerade, (with my own special twists), so go check that out if you want to theorize about who will give what.

-Grey out!

"Midoriya!"

Izuku turned at the shout, watching as Ojiro ran up to him, Asui and Uraraka eyeing the tailed teen suspiciously after his earlier outburst.

"Hey, I just wanted to apologize for being so aggressive earlier," Ojiro huffed slightly, catching his breath, the two girls visibly relaxing, "I just…that kick you did, it looked almost exactly like one I was taught at my dojo."

"O-oh," Izuku hummed, "Uhm…sorry about that, I just learnt it from my…my trainer."

"Yeah, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. Do you think you could come to my dojo with me today?"

"O-oh! I, uhm… I'll have to phone my mom and trainer and let them know, but it shouldn't be a problem!" Izuku smiled nervously as the blonde looked relieved, "B-besides the kick, was there another reason?"

"I just really want you to meet my Sensei," Ojiro said as he gave a friendly smile back, "I mean, you could learn some more moves as well."

"S-sure!"

"S-so…" Izuku trailed off as the two of them sat in the surprisingly empty train car on their way to Ojiro's dojo, "Was there another reason you were so determined to invite me?"

"Yes, actually," he muttered, "I said that the kick you performed was like one that I learnt, didn't I?"

"Uhm…yeah, I think so,"

"And that's why," Ojiro breathed, drawing a confused look from Izuku, "The thing is, it was only like, not actually the same kick. But it was similar enough that I could recognize it. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've seen that exact type of kick before."

Ojiro took a deep breath, looking up as he continued.

"My Sensei showed it to me. He said it was one of the original forms of the Kata for our style of martial arts, but because some of it was lost, the forms had to be altered," Izuku watched quietly as the teen spoke, nodding along, "The thing is, if you learnt the old form…I was wondering if maybe you learnt…No, it's stupid. You just learnt the old form, there's no way…"

"No way what?" Izuku pressed as Ojiro began mumbling to himself.

"No way you could have learnt the original Kata," He finished, "All of them. Even the lost forms. It's stupid, I know. But I was…I was so excited for a moment…"

"Oh, how many forms were there to begin with?" Izuku asked.

"Well, our adapted Kata has seven forms, but apparently two were lost, so there were nine in total. Why?"

"Oh," Izuku breathed, a slight smile spreading across his lips, "Because I learnt nine forms for that Kata. And some others too."

"Ojiro! And this must be the friend that you called about!" the lithe man called out as the two students entered the well maintained dojo, "I'm excited to hear about what got one of my best students so riled up!"

"Hello Sensei," Ojiro bowed, Izuku copying him as the man jogged over, grinning at them, "This is Izuku Midoriya, a classmate of mine from UA."

"Ah! Another future Hero!" The man chuckled, drawing a few stares from the other disciples already on the matts as he held out his hand, "Good to meet you, Midoriya-san!"

"L-likewise," Izuku muttered as he accepted the handshake, "Ojiro was telling me about this place on the way over. It's even more impressive than I expected."

"Hah! No need to flatter me, young man. We're a small dojo, but we have good students," the man laughed, before leaning in and whispering, "Now, what was this about the lost forms of the Kata, Ojiro?"

"That is why I brought Midoriya," the blond whispered back, "I think he may have been taught in the Old Style. And he says he knows nine forms for the Kata."

"Hmmph," the man gave a gruff sigh, looking at Izuku suspiciously for a moment before stepping back, "Go get changed. We'll see what this friend of yours knows."

The two nodded as Ojiro led Izuku to the changing rooms. Inside, he handed Izuku a fresh Gi, helping him tie the purple belt securely around his waist.

"Sorry about this," he smiled, "The purple belt is usually for the students that forget to bring their own."

"I-it's fine," Izuku replied, "I just hope I can live up to your expectations."

"Your form was good in the sparing today," Ojiro hummed as he led them out of the room, "Even if you don't know the missing forms, I'm sure my Sensei will be impressed."

"R-right."

The two entered the main hall, Izuku blanching slightly as he saw all the students kneeling along the edge of the matts, their Sensei watching him closely. He walked over slowly, bowing alongside Ojiro before the blond hurried to sit at the end of the line of students.

"Today we have a special guest," the older man grunted, still staring at Izuku, "He is going to perform a series of Kata. I want you all to watch closely and tell me what you think."

"Yes, Sensei!" the students barked, all turning their gazes onto Izuku, who swallowed nervously.

Taking a calming breath, he walked to the center of the matts, letting his body go slack as he recalled the forms, before sliding easily into the stance his Sire had drilled into him. Slowly and carefully, he moved through the forms.

A punch, a kick, and a jab, followed by an elbow strike, then another kick, a punch and a block, finished with a final combo of punches.

The room was silent but for the quiet muttering of the students, Izuku glancing at their Sensei, the man staring with wide eyes.

"Where did you learn that?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

"M-my trainer taught me!" Izuku yipped, swallowing again as he looked over the muttering students and staring teacher.

"And where did he learn it?"

"I…I don't know! H-he knows a lot of different types of martial arts. He's only taught me the basics of most of them!"

The man stood, gesturing to Ojiro and Izuku as he walked off the matts, "Follow me."

The two looked at each other as the other students watched in interest, following behind the man as he led them into a small office. He moved easily behind the small desk, flopping heavily into the worn-out office chair and leaning his elbows on the polished wood. The three were silent for a moment as he inspected Izuku again, his eyes seeming to be trying to bore through the green-haired teen as he stared.

"That was definitely the Old Style," he finally said, leaning back in his chair, "And I can't find fault in any of the forms."

"So, does that mean-?" Ojiro started, halting when bis Sensei held up a hand.

"I want to meet this trainer of yours, Midoriya-san," he hummed, his gaze drifting to an old photo hanging on the wall, a black and white image showing a group of students all dressed in Gis, an elderly man standing beside them, "As soon as possible."

Izuku swallowed. It was the next night, and he was at Ojiro's dojo again, dressed in the same Gi as before, though this time he was kneeling along the edge of the matts with the rest of the students. In front of them stood two men, Ojiro's Sensei, and his Sire, the two men seeming to be measuring each other with their eyes. It was strange for Izuku to see his Sire in anything but his usual slightly ostentatious outfits, but he seemed to be just as comfortable in the Gi as he was in any other clothing, the dark read belt tied around his waist opposing the black tied around the teacher's.

"Ready?" one of the senior students called, holding his hand in the air between the two, dropping it as he shouted, "Begin!"

The was a crack as the two forces met. A perfectly executed kick from the teacher blocked easily by his Sire. The two men danced back and forth, Izuku watching as his Sire went through the familiar movements of the style he'd taught Izuku, while the Sensei used techniques that were similar, yet different enough that even the inexperienced teen could tell. The two men clashed again, the sound of flesh against flesh reverberating through the room as the students sat transfixed. And then, just as quickly as it had begun, the fight ended, the two men standing at opposite ends of the matts, bowing respectfully to each other.

"Amazing," Ojiro's Sensei breathed as he strode towards Izuku's Sire, "I can't believe it, the complete Old Style…"

"I learnt it many years ago," Sire chuckled, reaching out to shake his hand, "I am honored to be able to be able to present it to practitioners of the New Style."

"No, no, you don't understand!" the lithe man laughed, "With this, we can revive the Old Style! It's amazing! It's…it's…"

"For lack of a better word, defunct."

A deathly silence fell over the Dojo, the excitement on the Sensei's face gone as he stared at Sire in shock.

"What? WHAT?!" he roared, stomping towards the older man, "HOW DARE YOU! HOW CAN YOU INSULT OUR STYLE LIKE THAT! YOU…YOU…!"

"I apologize," Sire hummed calmly, cutting the raging man off, "I misspoke. What I meant was that the Old Style is just that, old. The new style you have developed is a refinement of it. A, for lack of a better word, advancement. To dwell on the past is to fall into stagnation."

"I…" the Sensei trailed off, his anger fading slightly as he continued to stare at the man, venom still in his voice, "You have a point. Well then, what do you suggest, sir?"

Sire smiled gently, slipping into a familiar stance as he silently ran through the Kata, the students gasping as the stranger performed a perfect example of the style they'd all learnt, with an important difference.

"Add the missing forms to your Kata," Sire hummed as he finished, "That was only an example of what you could do. The true potential of a martial art is the evolution each subsequent generation brings to it."

The two men looked at each other again, Sire with a calm gentleness, the Sensei with a look of awe on his face.

"I…Thank you," the man finally sighed, bowing low as he stepped back, "I apologize for my outburst."

"That is quite alright," Sire laughed softly, "Now, shall we have some tea?"

"Sire, why don't I want to attack you?"

The man looked up from the book he was reading, a questioning eyebrow raising slightly.

"What, may I ask, prompted such a question, young one?"

"A few days ago, the same day I first went to Ojiro's dojo, I...I almost killed someone," Izuku murmured, staring down at the open book in front of him.

"Ah," the man sighed, closing the book and gently setting it on the table, "Tell me about it."

"I...he...he has a copying quirk. He touched me and I...he became a vampire," Izuku heard his Sire suck in air through his teeth, the teen continuing quickly, "His quirk is only supposed to last about five minutes! He was apparently fine afterwards! No side effects! It's just..."

"That is good," Sire mumbled, before looking back at Izuku, "Just what?"

"When he turned...he felt...wrong. Like he was...I felt like he was invading my territory," Izuku swallowed, looking up at his Sire with worry in his eyes, "Are we...are Vampires territorial? Do we...do we hate each other?"

"Hmm," the man hummed, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, "I have never met another Vampire besides you, so I cannot say."

Izuku tensed, looking back down as he clenched his hands.

"But I do not believe we will come to odds. You are my child, and I your Sire," the man sighed, "Perhaps your aversion to this other boy was a difference in, for lack of a better word, blood."

"You...you think so?" Izuku breathed, releasing the breath he hadn't realized he was holding, "So we won't end up fighting?"

"I doubt it, young one," his Sire chuckled quietly, "Now, return to your studies, we have much to cover tonight."

"Yes, Sire."

Izuku wasn't sure, but for a moment he felt as though his Sire's tone had sounded unsure.

The next two weeks flew by. Homeroom for 1-A was taken by Snipe, Aizawa still being seen around campus wrapped in bandages as he healed. Izuku went with Ojiro to his dojo every other night to practice the New Style and help integrate the missing Kata into it. Either Tsuyu or Ochako would insist on Izuku drinking their blood during lunch, much to the young man's confusion. Each student took to individual training in their free time, some more effective than others. And just as suddenly as it had been announced, the Sports Festival was upon them.

Class 1-A gathered in the waiting room, Izuku sat at the back of the room flanked by Ochako and Tsuyu, Iida standing nearby chopping his arms as he spoke. Izuku glanced to the side at Ojiro, who gave him a friendly smile, the green-haired teen returning it. They had become fast friends after spending so much time together, though both knew that neither would go easy on the other in order to win the Sports Festival.

"Midoriya," the monotone voice of Todoroki broke through the quiet chatter, Izuku looking up at the scarred teen as he scowled down at the green-haired boy, "Your quirk. It's the quirk of a Villain."

"Hey!" Ochako and Tsuyu jumped to their feet as Todoroki spoke, stepping between the two of them, "You can't just say that! Izuku is here to be a Hero! Just like the rest of us!"

"Hmmph," the cold teen growled, turning away, "You didn't see what he did to that…thing, in the USJ. You didn't hear what he said."

"I did, kero," Tsuyu growled, "I was right there. And I still think Izuku will be a great Hero!"

"That's because you're already under his spell," Todoroki spat, glaring at the two girls, "Whatever he is, it's not a Hero. And I will prove that today by defeating him."

The two girls stiffened, the students watching in shock as they seemed to be about to attack the most powerful member of their class. The tension suddenly vanished as Izuku stood, placing a hand gently on each of their shoulders and pulling them aside.

"He's right," Izuku hummed, making everyone, including Todoroki, stare at him in shock, "My quirk is dangerous. Many would call it a Villains' quirk, or the quirk of a monster. That's a fact that I've...that I'm coming to accept. But it doesn't change anything. I'm still going to be a Hero."

"The fact that you admit it won't make me go easier on you," Todoroki growled as he walked towards the door.

"I don't expect you to. So, I expect you to use both parts of your quirk against me, Todoroki-san."

Todoroki froze, his fists clenching as he stared at the door in front of him.

"I will not use that man's quirk," he growled so low that it was almost silent, "I made an oath."

The room remained silent as Todoroki stood, before stomping forwards and throwing the door open, slamming it behind him.

"Well," Izuku muttered as the tension in the room faded slowly away, the rest of the class starting to mutter quietly, "That could have gone better."

"And now, for the first time, to represent the students, the two students who placed joint first in the UA Entrance Exams! Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya!" Midnight shouted as the crowd roared, the two students walking up onto the stage, Bakugo scowling at the crowd of students below them.

He lent in towards the mic as the stadium went quiet, taking a deep breath before speaking, "I'm going to win this."

The students stared in shock for a moment, before launching into a tyrade of shouts and insults, Izuku shaking his head as Bakugo sneered and stomped off the stage.

"Well," Izuku sighed as he stepped up to the mic, leaning on the podium comfortably, "I don't really know what to say after such an impassioned and enlightening speech, Kacchan."

The shouting suddenly quietened at his words, Bakugo spinning on his heel to glare at Izuku as several of the students started to chuckle under their breath.

"Kacchan, really?" "That asshole has such a cute nickname?" "They must be childhood friends."

Izuku smiled as the tension dissolved, continuing his speech, "Except that we are all here for one reason. To do our best. To give our all. And then to take that and go beyond it! Say it with me, everyone! GO BEYOND! PLUS ULTRA!"

The crowd roared as Izuku threw his fist into the air, the students joining him in the shout of their school motto. Izuku just grinned at Bakugo as he walked off the stage, strolling as casually as he could past the seething blond as he rejoined his class.

"All right!" Midnight shouted, cracking her whip, "It's time for the first event!"

The massive screen lit up, running through a list of events for a moment, before words burst onto the screen.

"OBSTACLE COURSE!" Midnight shouted, jumping up and down excitedly, "The rules for this one are pretty simple. As long as you stay on the course, anything goes! So use your quirks to your heart's desire!"

Izuku took a deep breath as the students began crowding towards the exit of the stadium, trying to calm himself in the press of people. With so many people so close, he could smell the blood just beneath their skin, feel the blood inside him starting to boil. He thought back to the small cooler box back in the waiting room. Recovery Girl had given it to him just before the classes had headed out, the five units of blood inside his "Support Gear" for the competition. He'd drunk one just before coming out, the slightly giddy feeling of blood drunkenness flowing through him already. He just hoped that it wouldn't all be wasted before the race had even begun.

Suddenly, there was a little more space surrounding him, Izuku looking around to see Tsuyu, Ochako, Iida and even Ojiro all standing around him, each giving him an encouraging nod as they pushed the throng of people a little further away from him. He smiled back, able to breath a little easier now.

"Ready?" Midnight cried as the starting lights blinked on.

Red.

Yellow, yellow, yellow.

GREEN!

"And GO!"

The horde of students surged forwards, immediately becoming jammed in the tight hallway that led out of the stadium. Izuku wasted no time grabbing a hold of a shoulder in front of him and throwing himself upwards. And not a moment to soon. He felt the air chill as the ground beneath them froze over, trapping almost all of the students. Around him, Izuku could see several of his other classmates launching themselves through the air as they shot out of the hallway, Todoroki at the head of the pack.

Can't fly yet, Izuku thought as he charged over the surprised students, hopping easily from shoulder to shoulder, using the skills his Sire had ingrained into him, landing deftly on the frozen ground and using his momentum to slide forwards easily, It uses way too much blood, and I have to take the obstacles into account.

Izuku sighed as the ground shook, Mic's voice ringing out over the loud speakers as the first obstacle appeared.

"And it's the first obstacle! ROBO-INFERNO!" the Voice Hero cried, Aizawa's mono-tone voice following soon after.

"Do you have to shout like that?"

"Of course, mummy-man!" the blond laughed, "Have to be hyped up for these kids!"

"What the hell?!" "The Hero course had to fight these things?" "That's ridiculous!"

Izuku could hear several of the other students shouting as he continued towards the looming Zero-pointers, barely pausing as a wave of ice swept over them, freezing them in place.

"Be careful," Todoroki shouted back in his monotone voice, "I froze them while they were off balance. They will fall."

Izuku just smirked as he lowered himself, leaning forwards as he rushed ahead of the startled students. The ice on the Zero-pointers started to crack, the massive robots toppling over just as he got below them. He released a surge of blood into his leg, digging his toes into the ground as he kicked off. His bones groaned at the force as he shot forwards, landing in a roll that sent him toe-to-toe with Todoroki, the other teen looking at him surprise.

"Hi," he chuckled, still feeling slightly giddy, the other teen just scowling as he made a swipe for Izuku's head, the air chilling around his right arm, forcing Izuku to jump back to avoid the attack as ice shot up from the ground.

Behind them, Izuku could hear a number of explosions, a series of smaller blast that was probably Bakugo launching himself through the air, but also a number of larger ones that were followed by the sound of falling robots.

"And the first contestants have reached the next obstacle!" Mic shouted as Todoroki suddenly slid to a halt, Izuku darting straight past him in his distraction. The ground vanished beneath Izuku's feet as he looked down into the crevasse, instincts taking over as he began to fall. He shot forwards, groaning as he felt a good portion of the blood he had boil away almost instantly from the short flight. He quickly scrambled up the side of the cliff, giving a sigh of relief as he stood on solid ground.

Looking around him, he saw Tsuyu easily climbing along one of the various ropes that spanned the gaps, Ochako floating through the air above him, her face already starting to turn green. Iida was skidding along the ropes, arms held out rigidly to balance himself, Ojiro using his tail to effortlessly swing across. Ahead of him he could see Todoroki shooting across the cables, using his ice to propel himself quickly forwards. It was only the ridiculous training his Sire had put him through that made Izuku jump to the side, looking back to see Bakugo slam into the top of the spire he was standing on, unleashing a massive explosion just where he had been standing.

"I'm going to fucking KILL YOU, DEKU!" the blond screeched as Izuku darted towards the nearest rope, hopping along it with unnatural balance.

"Can't you wait for the final round, Kacchan?" he called back playfully, "If you're too focused on me, then you'll never win the race!"

The blond howled as he launched himself forwards with an explosion, sailing straight past Izuku, but making sure to fire a blast straight into his face. Izuku just coughed slightly, waving the smoke away as he continued to run.

"And the final obstacle has been reached!" Mic shouted from the speakers, "The Minefield! Don't worry folks at home, they aren't lethal! But they still pack a punch!"

Izuku watched as a bright pink cloud shot into the air with a bang, several bodies flying upwards along with it. Grinning, he took a deep breath, casting his eyes down as he stepped into the area. Just as he'd thought, the soil above the mines was disturbed, meaning he could easily see where each explosive was buried. Eye's darted from patch to patch, feet landing deftly in the gaps in between. A line of explosions to his right had Iida trying to outrun the blasts, the speedster making it almost halfway across the minefiled before he was consumed by the pink smoke. Behind him Tsuyu was hopping carefully along the ground, Ochako bouncing along close behind, her face a sickly shade of green.

In front of him, Izuku could see Bakugo and Todoroki fighting for the lead, the blond launching explosions that the bi-colored teen blocked with walls of ice, neither able to make headway on the other.

Should I make a break for first? Izuku mused, eyes darting back down to the ground as the concentration of mines got thicker, the words of his Sire popping into his head.

"Losing a battle does not mean you cannot win the war, young one," the man had said as they sat on the roof of his apartment building, sipping blood from a pair of thermoses, "In fact, sometimes it can be more strategically valuable to allow your opponent the upper hand at first. Fore when he raises it to strike you, you can more easily break it."

"And it's a photo finish!" Mic screamed as Todoroki and Bakugo rocketed across the finish line, Izuku just behind them, still half lost in thought, "And the verdict is in! The winner of the obstacle race is…Shoto Todoroki! Congratulations!"

Bakugo let out a screeching stream of curses as he stomped towards the panting Todoroki, hurloing insults and threats as Izuku staggered to the wall, pressing his forehead against the cool surface. He checked his blood reserves, scowling at how much he'd had to use. He'd hoped to have at least half be the end of the race but having to catch himself from falling into the ravine had used up almost all of that. Looking back as the other students started running in, he quickly slipped away, heading back to the waiting room to retrieve one of his blood bags.

Ochako looked around worriedly, Tsuyu at her side.

"Where is he?" she muttered, hopping nervously from foot to foot, "He'll be disqualified if he's late!"

"I know!" Tsuyu croaked.

"I'm sure he's just getting some more blood," Iida tried to comfort the two worrying girls, his arms chopping rhythmically, "He'll make it, I'm sure!"

"Who'll make it?"

The voice made the three of them jump as they turned to see Izuku, a smile on his face as he looked back at them, Ochako and Tsuyu immediately jumping to give him a hug.

"We thought you'd miss the next event!" Ochako huffed, blushing slightly as she slid off him, Tsuyu hanging on until he pushed her off.

"Not for the world," Izuku chuckled, "I, uh…had to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, okay!" the two girls said, blushing slightly more as they turned to listen to Midnight.

"And the next contest is…" the screen spun through the options again, Midnight pausing until the words stopped, revealing the next contest, "DODGE-BALL!"

The crowd cheered, the students looking around at each other in slight confusion as Midnight explained.

"It's simple! All competitors will be randomly assigned to one of two teams. One team will defend while the other attacks! The defenders will stand in the middle of the field while the attackers line the outside and throw balls at them! Each contestant will also have three markers attached to them, getting hit by a ball will light them up. Once all three have been lit up, you're out! Each person you hit with a ball will earn you points! And if a defender manages to survive until the end of the time limit, they'll be awarded 10 points per unlit marker! Then the teams swap positions and we do it all over again!" Midnight explained, "Also! Only body shots count, so the torso, arms and legs! No going for the head, people! You can also catch and kick the balls away if you want! Defenders are allowed to throw the balls back at the attackers as well! Everyone understand?"

The crowd nodded slowly as the rules appeared on the screen, several animated images appearing alongside them.

"Good! Now, onto the teams!"

The screen flashed, names scrolling down in two columns as the students watched carefully.

"Aw, I'm not in the same team as Izuku," Ochako moaned as Tsuyu croaked happily, stepping closer the the green-haired teen. Iida and Ojiro just smiled weakly at each other. The students split into their teams, Izuku noticing that both Bakugo and Todoroki were on the opposing team, along with the purple-haired boy that had declared war on his class a few days ago, Ochako and Ojiro standing nearby.

"Ready?" Iida asked from beside him, the two looking at the surprisingly small field the game would be taking place on.

"As I'll ever be," Izuku replied, taking a calming breath.

"First to attack will be Team A, will Team B please make their way onto the field!" Midnight shouted as Izuku and Iida followed the crowd into the square.

Izuku looked around, there was just enough space for all the contestants to stand about a meter apart from each other, with a couple of meters from the edge, though most seemed to be clustered tightly in the centre. He made his way to a point about halfway between the center and the edge, eyes catching a flash of blond as he saw Bakugo staring at him, a sneering grin on his face. Izuku just sighed. He closed his eyes, letting himself drift back for a moment to the training his Sire had put him through. Training that was perfect for this.

"You are not to take the blindfold off until you can dodge my strikes," the man explained as Izuku stood on the roof of his Sire's apartment, the cool night air blowing gently around them, "I will be attacking now."

The first strike hit him in the side of the head, throwing Izuku off balance as the next stabbed into the back of his knee, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Ow!" he cried, trying to get back to his feet as his Sire struck him again, "Why are we doing this? Did I do something wrong?"

"Of course not," his Sire hummed, smacking Izuku on the wrist as the teen tried to get back up again, "This is to develop your instincts. Feel the world around you. Sense the movement of the air. Avoid the attacks."

Izuku swallowed as his Sire continued to strike him at random, trying to ignore the pain as he calmed himself. Another hit. Another hit. Another hit. THERE!

Izuku darted his hand out of the way, smiling to himself as he heard his Sire's cane hit the roofing, before it smacked into his chest.

"Good," the man hummed, "But do not get arrogant from a single success. We will be continuing this until you can do it perfectly."

"AND…BEGIN!"

The shout pulled Izuku out of the memory, his shoulder twitching to the side as the ball sailed straight past him. He could feel the people around him, jostling for position, jumping away from thrown balls, or crouching to pick up dropped ones. He twisted to the side again, avoiding another ball as it sailed past him, ducking under another an instant later. A blast made his snap his eyes open, just barely ducking under the rocketing ball, still wreathed in smoke as he looked over at Bakugo, the blond scowling back at him.

"JUST FUCKING DIE, DEKU!" He screeched, snatching a ball from one of his teammates and launching it at Izuku with another explosion.

Izuku dodged the ball, jumping to the side as he shut his eyes again. It wasn't the best strategy, but he wasn't good enough at sensing the world while his eyes were still open yet. He ducked and jumped, able to hear the growing frustration in Bakugo's screeches as he continued to avoid all of his attacks. Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. The ball smacked into the small of his back, the soft chime of one of his markers lighting up making him blink. He jumped away, ducking behind a small group of students to try and see what had hit him. He watched as the ball rocketed around, ricocheting off people as it bounced between contestants. It hit someone's shoulder, bouncing straight towards him, slapping against his palm as he caught it, surprised by how light it was.

"It must be Ochako," He chuckled, glancing between the other contestants to find Bakugo, the blond looking around furiously, probably for him. A smile inched across his lips.

Where the fuck was that useless fucking nerd?

Bakugo growled as he glared at the crowd in front of him, the sweat on his palms building as he prepared to launch the ball right into that stupid bastard's freckled face.

But he was hiding. He'd ducked behind a group of extras after someone had managed to hit him. Someone else had managed to hit the little shit when he'd been able to dodge every one of Bakugo's throws. It was infuriating.

A flash of dark green caught his eye, the blond letting out a massive shout as he shot the ball straight towards it, slamming into the back of the girl with enough force to throw her to the floor. Bakugo scowled, wrong target, he needed another ball! Where was an extra with a ball he could take? Where was that fucking DEKU?!

The ball smacked against his shoulder as he looked away, Bakugo blinking in surprise as one of his markers lit up, looking up to see a grinning Izuku watching him. The rage inside him built. He snatched another ball from and extra beside him, launching it with as much force as he could at that fucking Deku. There was a loud smack, loud enough to be heard even over the shouting of the extras, Bakugo grinning to himself for a moment as he waited for the smoke to clear.

The ball slammed into his chest, knocking the air from his lungs as he was thrown backwards, another of his markers lighting up.

He stared as the smoke cleared, Deku nonchalantly shaking one of his hands as if it stung slightly.

Bakugo dug his fingers into the dirt. Fuck this. Fuck the Sports Festival. Fuck this stupid game. And most of all, fuck Deku!

The little shit was showing him up! He was making fun of Bakugo!

Bakugo leapt to his feet, stalking forwards as he prepared to launch himself forwards, explosions crackling across his palms as he locked eyes with Deku, the stupid bastard's own eyes going wide.

Rules be damned, he was going to kill that nerd. Right here, right now.

"AND TIME!" Midnight shouted, startling Bakugo out of his rage, "Time to swap sides! Team A please make your way onto the field while Team B lines the outside!"

Bakugo scowled as he stomped towards Izuku, the green-haired teen not breaking eye contact until they passed each other.

"Don't think you're safe yet, fucking Deku," the blond hissed.

"Don't lose, Kacchan," Izuku chuckled back, making the blond tense with rage.

Izuku tossed the ball at the crowd of dazed looking students, his throw bouncing off two of them as they staggered backwards, looks of confusion on their faces. He watched as they turned to someone behind them and immediately went still again, turning back around with the same dazed looks as before. Izuku side stepped another ball that rocketed towards him, Bakugo basically standing right at the edge of the arena still trying to hit him. He was so loud and obvious that Izuku didn't even need to bother with sensing his surroundings, and the blond wasn't letting anyone else attack him either, meaning the teen had managed to keep all three of his markers unlit for this round, while Bakugo had already been hit twice by other people.

He tossed another ball at the dazed group in the center, lighting up the third marker on one of them, the boy looking around in confusion, before storming off the field, shouting back at the group. Izuku squinted as the group closed in again, a flash of purple in the middle of them catching his eye. His hand shot out to catch the thrown ball, barely paying attention to the burn marks or smoke that covered it, throwing the ball back at the group. Another person out, though they weren't as willing to just leave, trying to grab someone from the group, before they went limp and wandered off, revealing the purple-haired boy from before for a moment before the group closed back in around him.

Some kind of mind control quirk? Izuku mused as he ducked under another of Bakugo's attacks, glancing up at the timer on the large screen, only a few seconds left.

Izuku glanced at the dome of ice off to the side of the arena, Todoroki all but untouchable in his castle of ice. Izuku snatched another ball out of the air as Bakugo raged, drawing his arm back as he let a grin stretch across his face. Or maybe not.

There was a loud crack as the ball left Izuku's hand, several people shrieking and clutching their ears as the ball shot past them, slamming directly into the frozen dome. There was a moment where it seemed nothing would happen, then the ice shattered, revealing a surprised Todoroki sitting cross-legged on the floor, his eyes wide as he looked around in shock. Izuku waved just as Midnight called time, the other teen grimacing at him before looking away.

"That was amazing, folks! Such hot blooded spirit from all these kids today!" Midnight licked her lips as she spoke, "Now! Let's see the scores!"

The massive screen lit up as names scrolled past, showing the sixteen contestants with the highest scores. Izuku blinked in surprise as he looked at first place, the tired eyes of the purple-haired teen staring blankly back at him.

"And in first place! The dark horse of this contest, without taking a single hit and dealing a dozen, with 72 points! Hitoshi Shinsou of the General Education Department!" Mic screamed, "Congratulations kid! You're going to become the poster child for Gen Ed at this rate!"

Second was Ochako, followed by closely by Todoroki and Izuku. Tsuyu had also made it through, along with Tokoyami and a girl from 1-B called Ibara. Somehow Kirishima had managed to proceed, as well as Kaminari, Mina and Sero. Izuku nodded as he saw Yaoyorozo's name, followed by a Mei Hatsume from the Support Department and Sen Kaibara. The second to last name was surprising, Hagakure having made it through, but the last name almost made Izuku double over in laughter. Katsuki Bakugo. 16th place by only a single point. He'd barely made it in.

"And now that we have our competitors for the last round, it's time to decide what competition they'll be taking part in!" Midnight shouted as the screen began to scroll through the events again, before glitching slightly, massive words shattering through the image as Midnight laughed, "What else could it be but a 1-on-1 Tournament! We're going to be taking a short break for lunch and our sponsors, then we'll get right back into the action!"

"I'm going to fucking kill you, Deku," Izuku almost jumped at the hissed words, turning to see Bakugo stalking away from him, before Ochako and Tsuyu barreled into him, talking excitedly about the next round, Iida looking slightly crestfallen that he hadn't made it through.

"Do you need more blood?"

Izuku sighed as he sat on the roof with his friends, Iida stiffening and Ojiro raising an eyebrow at Ochako's question.

"No, I'm fine," Izuku said calmly as Ochako and Tsuyu looked at him expectantly, "And even if I did, I couldn't take it from either of you, we're all in the next round, and it would be completely unfair to weaken you."

"He is correct!" Iida stated, chopping his hands as he admonished the disappointed looking girls, "It would not only be unfair to you, but to our opponents if you were not able to compete at your best!"

"I still don't get why you like him drinking your blood so much," Ojiro hummed as he shoveled rice into his mouth, "Maybe Kaminari was on to something when he called you Midoriya's harem?"

Izuku let out a startled squeak at Ojiro's words, looking at the tailed teen in betrayal as the two girls giggled, slight blushes on their cheeks. The group quickly fell back into quiet chatter until the door to the roof creaked open, all of them looking up in surprise as Todoroki stepped out.

"What are you doing here?" Ochako huffed, "Looking for another fight? Well, you can wait for the next round!"

"No," Todoroki growled, eyes glaring at Izuku, "I was just…getting away. From…all the people."

"I can understand that," Izuku hummed, "Want to join us?"

The rest of the group looked at him in shock for a moment, before their eyes darted back to Todoroki.

"No," the teen replied, walking past them to the other side of the roof.

"Fair enough," Izuku shrugged, going back to his lunch as the rest of the group watched Todoroki walk away, Izuku muttering to them, "Leave him be. I know a panic attack when I see one."

"Panic attack, kero?" Tsuyu asked.