In the end. Freya came fourth in the race behind an auguring bakugou and Todoroki, not that she cared much but it was fun while it lasted… not that she would tell Awazai sensei that.

As there was no rest for the wicked, the top 42 when onto the next game of the tournament.

Human cavalry battle.

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Midnight explained the rules before them as her eyes scanned the crowd around them, a frown growing on her lips… she would have to join a group, and hopefully be in a position that kept her wings covered. How would she play this?

Many people had their eyes on her, thanks to her quirk but she didn't react – just letting her eyes scan over the crowds for someone of interest.

"Hey you" A familiar voice called from behind her. She felt her lips upwards as their scent entered her nose.

"Oh sweetie~ you don't need to ask, I happily join your team~" she purred, feeling the pull in the back of her mind. "On one condition, stop trying to use our quirk on me"

The mess of purple known as hitoshi shinso, narrowed his eyes at the shorter female before him. "How did you know?"

"One only has to listen to the rumours sweetie~" she purred, purple hues flashing slightly, "and we have… familiarises you might say~"

"I have three others already it would be easier to let me conto-"

"Trust me sugar" her toned darken as she stared at him though hooded lids, "it would not be easily to control a beast you know not of~" a smile grew across her face as she stepped closer to the taller male her head tilted upwards, "now shall we get on with this game"

She stationed herself at the back corner, her fellow brainwashed classmates helping kept hitoshi risen. Her mask was prefect without the convocation, she did not want to be controlled. Never again – she was the one in control, the one pulling the strings. Though she had no doubt if the purple haired male pushed hard enough at the right time, she would be underneath his control. Whether it was a good or bad thing...

Better not get on his bad side, and he was trying to become a hero...

She shook the darkening thoughts away, the smirk growing on her lips as the games began. Her eye glowing as the predator began to hunt the prey~

-x- time Skippy -x-

She hated to say it but it was tooo easy. She worked both defence and offense with her flames, but on the same time lured their targets in (without them even releasing) while hitoshi told them to hand over their bands. The brainwashed people doing as ordered. Boring but simple game indeed.

Purple hues glowed as more people where ensnared in their webs, a sly smile growing on her lips.

As soon as it began, the game ended.

As the scored where announced she could hear the surprised grumbles from those around them before the slating form disgruntled students began. She would at laughed, at the tense – wannabe heroes being cruel because someone else was slightly better, someone who used their quirk and brain to their advantage. Because a group worked bettered together… wannabe heroes indeed. she internally scoffed with an eye roll.

"Of course, 1A dominated the game. Jerks. You guys taking it all, just have to show off don't you" a blonde male growled.

Freya smirked before purring at the blonde, "Apologies, people can't seem to get their eyes off me~"

He scowled but the blush appeared on his checks, "Show offs, stuck ups bastards getting in though their daddies or getting a villain to help you win~" he nodded towards the purple haired male.

She frowned in distaste, purple hues glances between the two boys. "He's no more of a villain than you are~" she purred. Stepping forward, eye glittering dangerous. "Now instead of putting other downs due to your own short comings why don't you scram~ be carefully playing with fire you'll get burnt,"

The blonde scoffed, "Siding with a villai-"

"You wouldn't know what a villain was even if you stared them in the eyes." A smirk crawled onto her face as she cocked her head at the male, her face inches away from his own bushing one. "Have you ever looked in the mirror? You may see one from someone else's point of view~"

The blonde gapped at her in shock as she patted his check and turned on her heels, cardigan fluttering in the wind as she patted the dumbstruck purple haired male on the cheek, "good work, let's do it again sometime~"

Before disappearing into the darkness of the tunnels. A carton already out, straw in-between her lips. She was hungry.

Hitoshi watching curiosity after her, as his shock vanished. He hadn't fully figured out her quirk – if it was hell fire as she called it how did it prevent her from being brainwash, it wasn't remotely similar to his... it was something he wanted to find out. what was she hiding?

She stayed hidden over the course of the lunch break, disappearing in the vase tunnels of the area. She could sense the crowds above her, the mass of people staying in the stadium to watch or wandering the grounds where stood a number of food stands.

Crowds she was actively avoiding's as well as most of her class.

How was she going to deal with the final round? This was her only cartoon, and she didn't want to get hungry during the third stage... she frowned letting her feet lead there way though the tunnels.

She hadn't sense him too wrap up in her thoughts that the hand gripping her wrist startled her – more so when the figures other hand place itself over her mouth. She would have panic, fought back from the body pushing her own against the wall, if the scent hadn't overcome her sense. She raised an eyebrow, her purple hues locking on to the blood red ones of Bakugou...

What was he doing?

The spiky blonde raised his hand to his lips in a shushing motion when it finally clicked. There were eavesdropping on a cinnamon roll and Mr hot un cold... interesting.

Broken pledges, power. She almost laughed when shoto suggested that deku was all might's child... almost. A frown pulled at her lips in distaste something the blonde bomber notice. His body still pushing her own against the wall. The fact that Mr hot and cold father was the jerk known as No2 hero... how she would love to burn that man alive with his own flames... quirk marriages...

How were these hero's classed as good when cruel things like this happened this is social?

Heroes were lairs like everyone else. They were cruel and manipulative like the villains they capture.

You just need to see it from a different point of view.

Then her eyes widen in horror... his own mother poured boiling water on him? She suppressed a snarl threatening to escape her lips...

Humans were horrible creatures even to their own kin.

The talking pair walked out of the tunnel, leaving herself and Bakugou to their own devices. "are you going to let me go?" she questioned watching the male before her.

He glanced at her, a smirk growing on his lips. "what if I don't want to?"

She raised an eyebrow as he moved, so that one hand rest on the wall besides her head. "Then neither of us will make it to the third round"

"Is that so?" he thought for a moment, "what do you proposed then?"

"Well is depend on the challenge does it not?"

To be continued...

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