Geus lifted up his shirt and injected the needle into the hole in his abdomen. The one hour break they were given made Geus felt more separated. His plan was almost foiled, all because he fell for a trap he knew about. Every other day this place was the same with every student with food. Today he saw them as competitors that could destroy his plan like Shinso almost did. Two days ago Shinso would be unknown to him. Today Shinso became a rival against him.

He jumped from a tray slammed down on the table. Jiro gave her cocky laugh and sat across with Geus. Tokoyami sat down right after at Jiro's side. They sat in silence, the thought of what Geus did still in their minds.

"Ojiro told me what happened. What almost happened with your attack. We aren't putting it on you." Tokoyami tried to assure.

"Yeah Jumpus, I know you don't want to hurt me like that. I wouldn't put it behind you." Jiro tried as well. "It was a competition, I understand."

Geus placed his damaged hand on the table. "My injury is forever worsening with only a second exposure. If I did anything to you, your entire group would've been like this."

Jiro's face turned red and grabbed his damaged hand. "I know you truly wouldn't have hurt me."

"She is right, willpower would've overtaken a quirk that attempts to control your body. And your willpower is what has gotten you to the third round. Along with me."

Jiro looked down to the table, her face still red. "And you get to see us girls in cheerleader uniforms." Geus looked at Fumikage with large and bulged eyes. He lowered his face and held back his laugh. Jiro slapped the birdman's chest. "It's not funny! It's really embarrassing and we have to support you guys on!"

"Yeah. I get it."

Geus's body twitched back to reality. Jiro stood in front of him, her arms crossed, face red, lip pouted. "I can't believe we all fell for Mineta's tricks." Jiro grumbled.

Geus rubbed his face. "It's that kid, the fact you didn't see past that is your fault."

"You couldn't say that back at lunch? You had to just embarrass me."

"Will the third round finalist please approach the podium for further instruction!" Midnight played through the speakers.

"Just cheer for me these final rounds. Not too loudly."

"I'm going to go change before more people laugh at me. But you bet ya." An awkward pause went by. She turned around and walked to the tunnel.

Geus went the opposite of his friend and to where Midnight wanted. The four finalist teams lined up and faced Midnight. Before anything could happen Ojiro rose his hand.

"I'm sorry, but I have to withdraw my position from here." Ojiro called out.

The crowd and the competitors gasped. "Ojiro, no way." Midoroya gasped.

"But this is a rare chance for you to get scouted." Iida attempted to reason with his classmate.

The classmate's words didn't set in. His face did turn more sorrow. "It doesn't feel right, I don't feel like I truly earned this spot. The entire time I felt as though I wasn't in control and that I was controlled by somebody else. I think it was that guy's quirk."

Midoriya nudged Geus. "You were with him. Talk to him."

Geus avoided Midoriya's eye, just faced the ground. "It's not my job."

"I'm talking about my prode here. Also... Why are all the girls dressed like cheerleaders?"

"This sort of talk is incredibly naive, my boys. That turns me on! Ojiro you are withdrawn! To make teams even and the bracket secure we must bring one student into the finals."

"I volunteer as tribute!" Itsuka stepped forward from the crowd. "I wish to fight Geus Sansei in round one!"

Geus didn't know who to focus on, Midnight or Itsuka. The long pause Midnight gave dramatized the crowd. She slashed her whip at Itsuka.

"I love it! Young love between two forbidden classes must brawl to prove their strength to each other! I'll allow it!"

Geus raised his hand to his head level. "We're just friends." He mumbled.

"So." Itsuka sneaked up to Geus's side. "Looks like I finally get that fight."

"Yeah." Geus's eyes narrowed. "I warn you, you could get hurt."

"Please, you're 1-A but your skills are class 1-C level."

She walked off on the high note before Geus could ramble back. Everyone else became acquainted between their opponents. And the first match began right after the creation of the arena. Midoriya versus Shinso.

The fight was little more than a battle of wills. Immediately Shinso placed Midoriya under his quirk and last second Midoriya escaped out of it. In five second Midoriya recovered and knocked Shinso out of the match.

Geus was ready for his next match, he waited by the end of his class's section. Midoriya crossed by him without an exchange of words, he saw the look in his eyes and said nothing. His eyes said he was grateful for his teammate's win. And at the same time told him to leave him alone.

Inside Geus knew that he maybe had one to three times to prove himself to his family. This was his greatest chance to prove it, especially to his friend. A chance to be hard and to be soft. The thoughts still in his mind.

"Geus." Jiro's light talk spooked Geus.

"I'll speak to you later." Midoriya's nervous voice and body quickly escaped up to the stands.

Jiro nervously twirled her earphone jack. "Are you okay? You've acted out of character here."

"And for the next match, Geus Sansei from Class 1-A." Midnight announced.

"I'll explain later." Geus pushed his shoulder off the wall and entered the open field to an enormous cheer.

"And his opponent, class cross lover"

Geus sighed. "We're just friends."

"Class 1-B's Itsuka Kendo!"

"Remember everybody! Knock out your opponent, hit them out of the ring, or cry uncle to win!" Present Mic shouted from the booth.

"I'll be here on the side if anything goes out of control." Cementoss said as he sat on his cement constructed throne.

"Begin!" Midnight shouted.

Geus grabbed both his filters, unscrewed them, and dropped them to the ground. His quirk rushed out the same time Itsuka's arms grew three times in size. Itsuka had one advantage that she knew about right away. That Geus would never hurt her with the power side of his quirk.

"Come on it's your last time to quit." Geus played

"I asked this for two weeks, I'm not backing away now." Itsuka laughed.

His quirk hardened and followed down his arms. Nearly a minute went by with only intimidation. Itsuka made the first move, her boot dug into the hardened cement ground and ran for him. The solidified gas pointed at the tips of his fingers. His arms crossed over and stabbed in her massive palms. A follow-up twirl spun both of them around, Geus landed on his feet and Itsuka crashed into the ground. One hand impaled the ground and the other wrapped around her throat. Regular gas filled inside his harden quirk. He knew it would hurt but it would end it quickly.

The blast propelled them to Itsuka's side of the court. They tumbled and rolled. In that time Geus curled up inside one of Itsuka's massive palm. He waited for the opportunity to push her at the last second.

Itsuka was aware of Geus's silent plan, she flicked her hand and pressed him into the concrete. Geus's body acted on his own and dug his fingers into the ground. It stopped them both before either one of them would cross the line. His quirk faded away right after. She took the opportunity in front of her, she took his weak state to wrapped him in her even larger hands. She lifted him over her head and tossed back.

His oxygen refilled in his lungs thanks to his quirk. The gas flowed out and wrapped two of them around her enhanced fingers. He grabbed ahead on the solid force and launched himself to her. He crushed off the two ports and stopped any plans for an easy counter. The twin ports enclosed around his right arm. Itsuka turned around, Geus pounded his fist into her cheek and exploded his knuckles. The force broke through the concrete and knocked her into the ground.

Her hand shrunk down to regular size and grabbed hold of the extended out port. She had no control in her hand; it tightened down and pulled on the mask. Ten of the stitches on the bottom and top of his mask ripped off. Blood dripped down to the ground and covered her hand. Since the initial placement of his mask, this was the first time it was opened. His quirk was twice as thick from his right side. He winced down, his gas touched his exposed cheek.

He waved his hand at Cementoss as he got up from his seat. "I'm fine!" Geus yelled. 'I can end this quick.'

Geus dropped down to his knees. His eyes closed and his quirk flowed heavily out. The gas formed a 10x10 size walls. He held in the pain from his mask, his quirk seared off the stitches.

He couldn't see that Itsuka tried to get up to her feet. Her eye was swollen and her left leg was near broken. 'I'm going to end this.' He grabbed the end of his mask and ripped it clean off. Holes from around his lips constantly dripped blood to his feet.

Midnight grabbed the tear away cloth on her wrist. "I'm ending it!" He yelled at her.

Soft spots on the wall extended out poles. He gave one more push of breath. The poles extend out at breakneck speed. Eight poles bashed her side and knocked her off the other side.

Luckily he was able to finish it before all of his oxygen was out. The pain started to get to him, his vision faded to purple. He couldn't feel his legs and dropped to the ground. His left arm twisted around and curled up from the muscle tension.

"And the winner is... Geus Sansei from Class 1-A!" Midnight shouted.

The roar of the crowd filled the numbness in his ears. Quietly and slowly the voices vanished from his ears. Only the echoes from his memory were still in his mind. Unexplainable feelings pressed against his back and arms. The crowd's screams were no longer in his mind, only silence.

'Even if I missed or lossed, I didn't use that side. Maybe this will show them. I'll show them. I did show them."