Shinso had prepared for a lot of things going in.

His opponent singing and thus not answering a single one of his sentences was far from the top of the list, but he was starting to get the memo that Hero students were really, really weird. Was that a requirement? Did he have to act like a idol or a priest to get in?

"Can I ask what song this is?" He asked, doing his best to stay out of the way of the growing fungi.

Komori didn't respond, instead continuing to dance on Jiro's notes. 'Dammit.' He glanced around, and then sighed. "Team!"

Hana gasped, and then rushed onto the field. "I-I'm not sure how much help I can give…"

"Don't worry about it. Just do your best."

The song continued as the fight did, and Hana stepped forward. "H-Here goes…" She muttered, and unleashed a true tidal wave of soap, that showered and thoroughly washed everyone and everything on the field. Shinso only had a moment to realize that she wasn't joking when she said her Quirk went completely out of control when she didn't have a Support Item to focus it.

He stood up unsteadily on the wet floor and watched Kinoko open her hand to summon more mushrooms on the wet ground… just for only a few to appear, all clearly damaged and half-grown. He smirked, the real effect of Hana's Quirk, the dampening of Quirks effects, coming in clutch.

"What?" She said.

"You can't tell what her Quirk does?" Shinso asked, smiling.

"Of course I-"

"There we go." Shinso grinned, "Walk out of the ring, will you?"

Kinoko turned around, but as she did Kyoka rushed forward, grabbing a chair from under the ring and then throwing it towards her. Kinoko shook her head. "Wh-What?"

"Come on, that can't be valid!" Shinso shouted to Midnight.

"It's a wrestling match, she is allowed to pass objects to her partner." Midnight pointed out, and Shinso gritted his teeth. "If we disqualified her for that, we would also have had to disqualify Yaoyorozu during round one when she hit Bakugo, and I believe earlier Shoji accidentally hit Dark Shadow."

Shinso grunted, but she was right. Not to mention, it still required Jiro to have figured out his Quirk enough to try that in the first place. He had to admit, considering how sparingly he had used his power, and even having teamed up with Hana so one less person could tell the others what his power was, that was impressive.

And very, very annoying.

Komori looked a bit dazed, but she managed to say "Tag!" and allow Jiro on the ring. The singer switched up with the dancer and immediately jumped forward, extending her ear jacks. Shinso avoided narrowly getting stabbed in the face – seriously, what the hell? – and then gritted his teeth.

"So that's all you Hero Course students can do? Bend the rules to get an advantage over everyone else? Very heroic."

Kyoka gritted her teeth but didn't answer, instead extending one of her jacks to grab the chair she had thrown at Komori earlier and launch it at Hana, who had been shakily trying to get the jump on her. The white-haired girl yelped, as Shinso felt the ear jack close around his right arm, grabbing him with both hands and beginning to throw him toward the edges of the ring.

"You know, I'm just sad I will lose against someone with shitty taste in music!" He shouted, "Deep Dope suck!"

"Ohi, what did you just-" And she froze.

"Jump out of the ring!" He shouted, before Komori could intervene, and Jiro did just that… while dragging him along, because of fucking course he had forgotten to tell her to let him go.

"Shit." He closed his eyes as the girl dragged him over the ropes, and prayed all the gods she would land first.

She did.

'Holy fuck I'm in the semifinals.'

-x-

"That Quirk is great." Shigaraki said.

"Indeed. Though I fear broadcasting it like this has heavily reduced its efficacy on the field." Crust replied, "But such is the risk with the Sports Festival."

"Yeah, it's easy for u- I mean, for Villains to learn how to avoid a Quirk's effect if we know it." Shigaraki turned toward his group, "Speaking of which, write everything down, guys." He said, and two of his underlings complied.

"Ah, taking notes for the upcoming Internship? I suppose you have a favorite."

"Would I even be allowed to ask for someone from the General Course?" Shigaraki asked, curious, and Crust frowned.

"That is… a valid point." Crust hummed, "Maybe if it was a really big Hero Agency, and if they were considering the student for the transfer, they would…" He nodded, "Uhm, actually, that isn't a bad idea, considering I wish to train the next generation. The other two kids seem to fit my fighting style quite well…"

"Don't you fight with shields?"

"And my fists, of course. Young Fukidashi is a fighter that creates objects, and young Ojiro is a hand-to-hand combatant. Put them together, and I can definitely see them shine."

"What about the other one?"

"I'm afraid he is more of an underground hero type-" He paused, "Say, Togaraki, you are from an underground Hero Agency, right? Can I see your Hero License?"

"I… don't have it with me, but I can make a call to get it." Shigaraki evasively replied.

"Of course, I can wait." Crust nodded, and Shigaraki stood up and rushed off, pulling out his phone.

"Hello?"

"Dad, it's me."

"Ah, Tomura, how is your day off going? Are you having fun?"

"Actually, I had a bit of a question."

"Which is…"

"How fast do you think you can make a fake Hero Agency, a fake Hero License on the name of Shimura Togaraki, with access to the Hero Network, along with a number of sidekicks, in a way that will make it result as legitimate? I might be onto something."

"Tomura, what you ask requires a high amount of bribery, the creation of a fake identity, the purchase of a building to serve as the front, the use of several blind spots in the HPSC security network to add you in the system, figuring out a backstory to explain your lack of appearance in the Hero Billboard Chart, and probably killing that one idiot that will still look into it."

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but I swear, there is always one idiot that has the horrible necessity to be 'honest' and 'incorruptible'. So annoying."

"… So does that mean it's too hard?"

"No it means it will take me about fifteen minutes. Half an hour if some of the people I have to talk to are busy watching the Festival themselves. Do you know how boring it is to make so many calls in fifteen minutes? And the money laundering, ah, it's the worst." All for One sighed, "I hope you have a good plan in mind… son." He gasped loudly, the word 'son' coming out like he was choking on it, "Or I will be very disappointed."

"Oh don't worry dad." Handj- dammit, Shigaraki replied, "I assure you, the League of Villain will be feared after this."

"I hope so. It's important that your sister's organization is respected after I retire."

Shigaraki grinned, "Yes, my sister's organization, of course."

"Great to see you agree. I was a bit worried you would get jealous and start some absurd uprising against her, you know? Oh man, I had already made plans to install one of those self-destruction Quirks into you-"

"Wait what-"

"But I'm glad you seem to have taken your new future role of second in command quite well. Keep up the good word… son." Another round of coughing. Man, his father really loved him if calling him son still made him choke on his emotions like that.

"Of course, father."

"Good. Now, for your Hero name…"

"Please not Handjob."

All for One scoffed, "That would be ill-advised, not to mention I am hardly that uncouth. We will just call you the Dust Hero: Togaraki. Is that alright?"

"Yes father. Sometimes I forget you and I are the smart ones in the League."

"Yeah, you and I, sure." All for One chuckled, "Well then, give me a few minutes and I will send back everything. Goodbye… son." He choked again. Oh, his father truly loved him so much… He made to answer but the man had already hung up. Shigaraki sighed.

Nothing could ruin his mood.

"And Izuku Midoriya and Himiko Toga pass the round!" Midnight announced.

"Oh for fuck's sake…"

-x-

"Let's gooooo!" Stain shouted, "This is what I mean! I knew Izuku has what it takes to become a true Hero!"

"He literally just beat up a kid whose Quirk was 'I have a Tail' with his super strength, how is that 'having what it takes to become a true Hero'?" Compress asked.

"… It just is, shut the fuck up."

"And I was a fan…" Dabi murmured.

"Never meet your heroes man." Hanzo said, patting him on the shoulder.

-x-

"Oh man. I'm so sorry Fukidashi." Ojiro said.

"It's no problem man." He replied, "We tried and you can smash through my sound effects, I think Midoriya would have obliterated them."

"I-I'm sorry too. I understand making it far in this Festival is important for you both." Izuku replied, having walked up to the duo.

Ojiro laughed, "Making it far? Midoriya, we made it to the quarter-finals. I think this is 'far', especially for the General Course. Hey, just make me a favor and win the whole thing, so I can say we won against the winner, alright?"

"… Doesn't that mean I have to beat Shinso?"

"… I hadn't thought of that. Alright Midoriya, new plan." He grabbed him by the shoulder, "Lose."

"No."

"Dammit." Ojiro chuckled, "Good luck Midoriya. I'll tell Shinso to not go easy on you."

Midoriya chuckled, and then paused, "Ah, actually, I know it's a weird favor, but can I ask you something Fukidashi?"

A few minutes later, Midoriya walked up to Himiko. "They were ok with me winning." He said with a smile, "Uhm, also, I got what you asked for. Here." He said, handing her the vial, "Are you sure though?"

"It's for emergencies." She replied, "Better having it than not, right?" She asked putting it in her pocket, "Still, I'll leave to the future Number One the role of just carrying me to the First spot."

"… Are you sure you don't want to fight?"

"Nope! I'm a shadow." She covered her mouth with the sleeve of her gym gear, "I'm supposed to be invisible."

Izuku chuckled, "Well, next round I will probably need your help."

"But Izuku, all you have to do is not talk to Shinso- Oh right, yeah, you probably will need my help."

-x-

Shoji stepped on the ring. He would go first, force Todoroki to use his ice, call Tag before he was completely encased in it, and let Tokoyami handle a weakened Todoroki. Hopefully, his fire wouldn't come into play, but if it came to that they were both bad match-ups, and Shoji was going to let Dark Shadow take this one.

It was a good plan, nothing could go wrong.

"Hi Shoji." Uraraka waved, standing opposite to him.

Alright, something could go wrong.

"Uh… Hi Uraraka. You know, I expected Todoroki." He admitted, "No offense."

"Ah, I understand, but I think he has some… stuff to deal with. Family baggage and all that." She smiled, pumping her fist up and down, "Let's have a good match, alright?"

Shoji nodded, and when Midnight gave the start, he rushed forward, Uraraka doing the same. He extended his arms, and immediately a fist hit the girl in the face.

"Oh, and Shoji immediately goes for the face! On a girl half his size! Brutal!" Present Mic said.

"That's so unfair-" And that was when Uraraka turned back around and punched him in the jaw, sending his hand flying back.

"Oh, and Uraraka immediately goes for the jaw! On a guy double her size! Brutal!"

"Ok nevermind, that's fair." Shoji mumbled, before rushing forward again, six fists growing into twelve as he prepared to attack. Uraraka yelped and then started to dodge, moving away from Shoji. "End of the line, Uraraka."

"Yep, it kind of is." She replied, and he punched forward, trying to use his strength to push her out of the ring.

And then she just slapped the first incoming fist with her hand, and Shoji found himself floating.

'Alright, don't panic Shoji, you are floating, but so long as you don't touch the ground outside the Arena you are fine…'

"Todoroki!" Uraraka shouted, and Todoroki passed her a chair.

And then she started to hit Shoji with the chair to push him out of the ring. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Stop it! Ow! Ow!" The multi-limbed tin shouted as Uraraka mercilessly attacked.

"Sorry! I kinda have only this plan!"

In his last brief moments of levitating, Shoji glanced at Tokoyami, to see if he should tag out, but the crow headed classmate shook his head. Yeah, with Todoroki still in the game, Uraraka could just tag out and then even Dark Shadow would lose to the ice-and-fire user. They had known from the start that the match was pretty much rigged against them due to their common weakness to being frozen and cooked. To be fair, that was a very common weakness.

That or Tokoyami didn't want to get bludgeoned with furniture. That was also a valid reason.

"Release!"

"Dammit."

"Uraraka and Todoroki win!"

-x-

"I… I can't believe I'm here." Shinso said, feeling his heartbeat faster in his chest. Yes, he had joined the Tournament thinking he would make it past the early rounds, but the semifinals?! That was incredible. "Oh gosh, I'm almost guaranteed a place on the podium by now, that's amazing."

"Wow, this is serious, I've never seen him smile before." Ojiro said, leaning toward Hana to mock-whisper.

"D-Do you t-think he is gonna be fine?" Hana asked.

"Eh, I mean, he has won as far as I'm concerned." The class representative replied, "Ohi, Shinso! You good?"

"I-I'm fine." He said trying to show his usual self-control and lack of emotion, and failing badly at it, "Totally fine. Yup."

"Shinso, man, relax." Ojiro slapped him in the back, making him wince, "You can do this."

"Alright." He sighed, "You ready Hana?"

"Y-Yes." She said, her legs shaking.

"Alright, let's go." Shinso nodded, "Maybe people have hope in us up there."

-x-

"I hope the Boss breaks his stupid face." Jiro pouted.

"You said it sister." Komori nodded.

"I hope the Lord punishes him." Shiozaki nodded, "Uttering His name in vain to make me fail…"

"Preach, sister." Honenuki replied.

"Really?!" She asked, turning to him, "Because I can do that."

"What have I done…"

"Kinda dug your own grave there man." Jiro replied, and Kinoko giggled.

"1-A and 1-B fraternizing…" Monoma whispered from his seat, crying tears of blood, "My plan to prove our class is the best, foiled…"

"What's his problem?" Kirishima asked, leaning over the divide between the two stands.

"No idea dude." Tetsutetsu replied with a shrug of his shoulder.

"You are the problem!" Monoma shouted, pointing his fingers at them all. He really was the only sane one in his class.

-x-

Izuku took a deep breath, seeing Himiko rush toward the ring.

"Sorry, Izuku, I had a thing to do." Himiko replied, "Had to put something in a safe place. Good luck."

He nodded and stepped on the ring, looking at his impatient opponent.

Alright, it was pretty clear by now that all he had to do was not talk to Shinso. Just jump on him, push him out of the ring, win, win the finals, win the Sports Festival, get the Hero Name of All Might Jr., possibly confess to Himiko… He turned bright red and shook his head. No, not now.

"Begin!" Midnight shouted.

Izuku activated Full Cowling and rushed forward. 'Alright, there is nothing he can say to me that will make me speak.'

"Your girlfriend is kinda ugly dude."

"What did you just-!"

"Oh man, that was easy. Run out of the ring."

Izuku felt himself turn around and start running almost in slow motion. 'Nonononononono…'

And then it started.

"Goddammit Ninth."

"Come on, that was a low blow…"

"Of course it's a low blow, it's the whole point of a Quirk like that!"

"Now is not the time! Toshi's disciple is throwing himself out!"

"Oh right, we should do something about that."

"Should we?"

"Yes we should! First, do your thing."

"Alright…"

"Sorry kid, this is gonna hurt. Good luck."

"Don't wish good luck to the Yakuza heir!"

For a moment, eight shadows appeared in Izuku's vision, standing around him. And then Izuku's finger decided that crushing itself by snapping at one hundred percent was a fantastic way to wake him up. Izuku jolted to a halt inch from the ropes.

And then he got hit in the face by a trash can lid Himiko had desperately thrown at him.

"Ouch."

"Sorry!"

"No, no, it's good. Good move Himiko." 'What the hell was that- Questions for later, now murder- I mean win time.' Yeah, definitely win time. Not 'murder the guy who dared call Himiko ugly' time. That was a Villain thing. Or a Yakuza thing. Which he wasn't. Nope. No murdering. Even if he had insulted Himiko, that might- No! Bad Izuku.

He turned around.

"Eheh… Hi?" Shinso said, waving awkwardly, "Is it too late to say you have a beautiful girlfriend and that I'm sure she is also a nice person?"

Izuku rushed forward, grabbed Shinso, and threw him out of the ring.

"The winners are Izuku Midoriya and Himiko Shimura!" Midnight declared.

"Yep, too late…" Shinso groaned.

-x-

"Alright, Todoroki, we are in the finals against Midoriya and Himiko!" Uraraka said, "This is amazing!"

Todoroki nodded, "It's a very good result. I think-"

"Shotoooo!" A voice called, a voice Uraraka and Todoroki knew far too well.

"Run." She whispered, and started to do just that, only to turn around and find herself face to face with Endeavor marching toward them. "… Hi?" She managed to say, sweating profusely.

"You!" He pointed, "Uraraka Ochaco."

"Look sir, I'm really sorry-"

"I want you to come train at my Agency." He said, with a grim smile on his face.

"… You what?"

"You what?!" Todoroki shouted, emerging from the trash can he had somehow managed to jump into in the brief span of time Uraraka had spent trying to escape.

"I want you to come train at my Agency. Shoto too, of course." He added, looking at his son, busy taking a banana peel off his shoulder.

Uraraka coughed in her fist, "I don't think that's a good id-"

"My chief sidekick can make excellent mochi." The Number Two replied with a smug grin.

"I humbly accept sir."

"Uraraka!" Shoto shouted.

"Mochi, Todoroki!" She replied, drooling, "My one weakness!"

Shoto made to answer, then turned to his father as a question came to mind, "… Wait, how do you know that?"

"Son, I'm the Number Two Hero. I know how to direct an investigation."

"… You bribed one of my classmates to gain intel on her, didn't you?" Shoto asked.

"Truly, I taught you a lot." Endeavor nodded wisely.

"Who did it?"

-x-

Endeavor snuck into the empty side corridor of the Arena. The place was completely empty, save for the girl standing with her back to the wall, the one he had contacted under the suggestion of the talkative pink teen he had asked first. "Do you have the goods?" She asked.

"I do, if you have what I need." He replied with a slow nod.

The girl smiled, "First, show me. And fast, the next match is in less than five minutes."

He grunted, angry someone would have the guts to doubt his word, and pulled out an original, autographed Endeavor poster. "I hope this is worth it. I don't usually do fanservice like this." He said.

The girl giggled, "I know! Izuku always lamented he lacked your autograph in his collection. This will be a great birthday gift."

"Now, the intel, as promised."

Himiko Shimura nodded, and started to tell him everything she knew about Uraraka.

-x-

"A Hero never reveals the identity of their informer. I believe I taught you that as well." Endeavor replied, "Anyway, I just wished to inform you of that. You have potential, Miss Uraraka, and I see my son is… more cooperative, when you are around."

"I-I don't think it was me…" She started, but he shook his head.

"Frankly, I don't know either, but I'm willing to bet on this chance, if it makes Shoto reconsider his childish rebellion. Have a good day." He said, and left, leaving behind the two teens.

Shoto stared at her.

"… Soooo, Internship pals?" She asked weakly.

He sighed, feeling like he should have been angry. Instead, he felt oddly excited. So much that he felt for once his dad could get this win.

Uh, weird.

-x-

"Alright everybody, here we go. On this side, the power couple! The Representative of 1-A, Izuku Midoriya, who has become a powerhouse in the span of a few weeks, thanks to the heroic sacrifice of his English teacher…"

"Yamada, cut it."

"Alright Shota. And with him his vice-Representative, Himiko Shimura, who has still not shown her cards in this Tournament! Maybe she will in the finals?"

"I doubt it. Shimura knows her Quirk is best kept secret."

"Ush. Anyway, against them another powerful duo! A future Hero that has mastered ice and fire, Shoto Todoroki!"

"That's all you are going to say?"

"I don't do nepotism."

"… Well I can't criticize that."

"Good. And with him, the surprisingly powerful friend who won a match by herself! Ochaco Uraraka!"

A pause.

"As expected, it's Shoto Todoroki and Midoriya Izuku that are taking the ring. Who will win this battle? The ice or the fist? The fire or the punch?"

"Did you just use two synonyms?"

"Not my fault the kid is kind of a one-trick pony. Anyway… Begin!"

-x-

"Come on, Young Midoriya…" All Might muttered, trying to not let his favoritism leave his lips in the teachers' seats.

"You better win, brat!" Gran Torino shouted, no qualms in cheering for Young Midoriya.

-x-

"Shotooooo!" Endeavor shouted.

-x-

"Come on Izuku…" Hisashi said.

"They are so cute…" Inko said, surprisingly not crying at the moment, even if Hisashi knew that wasn't gonna last. Despite his best effort, and the open door, he was ankle-deep in water. He refused to believe his wife didn't have a secondary Quirk.

-x-

"Go Himiko Shigaraki!" The League of Villains' pub chanted. "Go Midoriya!"

-x-

"You better beat the nerd, fucking Half-and-Half…" Bakugo growled through gritted teeth.

"Go boss!" Tsuyu shouted next to him.

"You can do it, Uraraka!" Yaoyorozu, sitting on the other side, cheered, before gasping, "And go Himiko!... As well?"

"You got this boss!" Horns shouted in English.

"Come on Izukun…" Masutaro whispered.

"… Go boss?" Aoyama said uncertainly.

-x-

"Begin!" Midnight declared.

"Midoriya, before we begin, I have something to say." Todoroki declared. Izuku, who was about to go Full Cowling, nodded, listening.

"I will b…" A chair hit him in the head, Uraraka gasping as he jerked back, "Uraraka why?!"

"I thought that was the plan!" The girl replied with a yelp.

"I said after I talk to him!"

"Sorry!"

Izuku coughed in his fist, "Uhm… can we begin?"

Todoroki saw red. "No, now you fucking wait! I've been trying to say this for the entire Festival, I have been stopped, silenced, hit with sand, seen you too busy to listen, and even if a meteor falls right in the center of this goddamn Arena, I will fucking tell you! Now shut the fuck up and listen!"

Midoriya stared at him, eyes wide.

Uraraka's mouth was wide open.

Himiko had bursted into a mad giggle.

Midnight was blinking profusely.

A voice from the stands cheered, "Let's fucking go, Half-and-Half, now you are talking!"

Todoroki sighed, and then stared at Izuku.

"Midoriya, your Quirk is similar to All Might. Therefore, I will b…" He looked up. No meteorite. Good. "I will beat you."

"… You know, I get why you wanted to tell me before the Festival, it worked better there."

"I know." He growled, "Now fight."

And ice surged from his feet.

-x-

Izuku jumped, dodging the ice and then sliding down on it toward the ground below, half-running half-tumbling on the uneven surface. Todoroki saw him coming and immediately grabbed a floating chair – the one that had hit him in the head before – and tried to use it as an ice mace, but Izuku slid down under it and punched, putting his hole in ensuring the attack was a controlled, Full Cowling fist.

Shoto created a wall of ice behind his back, slamming against it instead of being thrown off the Arena, and immediately responded with another wave of ice.

Izuku slammed his fist through said ice, crushing it and appearing in front of Todoroki, his body crackling with green sparks, but Todoroki was ready, using his own ice to throw himself to the side and letting Izuku punch the floating chair alone, sending it flying somewhere in the stratosphere. Izuku immediately pivoted on his feet and turned around, rushing forward once again and punching.

At the same time, Uraraka launched a trash can lid, and Todoroki used it, covered in ice, as a makeshift shield. The punch split the lid almost in two, leaving the mark of the fist in it, but Todoroki used the moment of distraction to send forward another wave of ice, forcing Izuku to leap back desperately or be completely submerged by it.

Izuku responded by jumping back and then, Full Cowling rushing through his body, darting forward again, once again smashing through the ice and punching forward.

The two teens were at each other throats, a battle of ice and fists that made the Arena cheer and shout, as they exchanged blow after blow.

-x-

Himiko cheered for Izuku, unable to do much else. She didn't have any use for her Quirk, and Izuku wasn't going to use weapon, but… but she would do anything to help him. Even if it was just cheering for him.

Also, she mused as she watched an ice pillar miss Izuku by inches, she really didn't want to get frozen solid.

Uraraka cheered, wishing she could be on the ring too. Then she watched Izuku punch through a steel chair, his fist passing past the flimsy metal cover, and she became content with throwing the next weapon to the ice user.

Getting punched by Midoriya didn't sound fun.

-x-

Todoroki and Midoriya, standing on the opposite sides of the arena, panted heavily, knowing that they were each other's best opponent.

"Midoriya. You are really strong."

"You too Todoroki." He replied, "But I will win without the fire."

"I know." Todoroki smiled, and glanced at Uraraka, "But I have to win this. So. Sorry." And he set his other half on fire.

Izuku smiled. 'Alright body. Hope you can do this much.'

And he went up from five to eight percent. It wasn't much of a difference, but enough to make him grit his teeth slightly.

They rushed at each other, and Shoto raised his hand, no doubt planning to use the same heat explosion that had defeated Kacchan. So instead, Izuku rushed forward, closing in on Todoroki and punching.

Punch and burning hand collided, and then the cold hair exploded all at once due to the heat and the impact, sending both of them flying, but not with enough strength to send them out of the ring.

Izuku and Shoto looked at each other.

At the fact both of them had broken their arm in that exchange.

"Uh… That's kinda bad." Izuku lamented. At least it wasn't as bad as when he tried to used One for All. This looked more like a normal fracture. Maybe Recovery Girl wouldn't even beat him with her stick for it.

-x-

"I'm so using my stick when he walks in…" Recovery Girl said with a sigh, "Those kids are so reckless." She said, watching the fight continue.

-x-

A whole five minutes later, both teens were still at it, fighting each other, the Arena holding its breath. Ice, fire, fist, punch, even some kicks to change the pattern. They were going all out, that much was clear.

And then, suddenly, came the final clash.

Izuku rushed forward, and Todoroki, unprepared having just launched a wave of ice, tried to use his fire, but his control was clumsy. Just a little too clumsy.

Just enough to make Izuku dodge and connect.

-x-

"Tch. I told him his rebellion would bite him." Endeavor grimaced, "Hopefully this is proof enough."

-x-

Todoroki rolled on the grass, thrown there by Midoriya's punch.

"The Winner of the UA Sports Festival! Midoriya Izuku!"

Defeat, Todoroki found, tasted bad.

Having disappointed someone, he thought looking at Uraraka's shaky smile as she tried to help him up, tasted far worse.

-x-

"You know, this fight was very devoid of humor." Present Mic commented.

"Yamada, what the fuck are you talking about?" Aizawa replied.

(XX)

Izuku wins the Sports Festival. Woooo!
Man, Full Cowling early makes that much of a difference. I'm glad I got to write this, even if I will admit I'm also glad the Tournament is finally over.

So many moving parts, so much to talk about. Someone ACTUALLY called the totally legit Togaraki Hero Agency planning an Internship and I tried to dumbly deflect because I was too busy laughing. Is this series so chaotic that it's somehow predictable?

Either way, teens punching each other: the Arc is over, next up is - checks notes - Oooooh that's gonna be good.
Stay tuned for more insanity, I suppose.