Never before had the simple act of walking been so hard. Every step was harder to complete than the last, her feet feeling like they weighed a ton as she continued onwards. She felt sick, light headed, like she could pass out at any moment. The roaring of the crowd seemed muted as if coming from far away, and her stomach had twisted itself into a gordian knot. She was sweating. Why was she sweating? Why was it only now for this fight that her nerves made themself apparent? She looked up, onyx orbs locking with blood red.

No, it wasn't him; it couldn't be him! She'd wanted this! Wanted to put him in his place for months back before she'd even known who he was! She wasn't going to back down now because she was a little nervous. She wasn't scared. She couldn't be.

'Aren't you, though?' Doubt whispered in her ear. 'Izuku Midoriya is the strongest man you know, and this boy, Katsuki Bakugo, scares even him.'

'Because Bakugo tormented him for years,' Momo replied viciously, not giving the voice even a moment to respond, 'Took every opportunity he had to remind Izuku of his 'proper place'. Burned the message into his body until the fear sunk in and became instinctive.'

Her mind flashed back to the dream she'd had, of Izuku tormented by Bakugo sinking into the black sludge. No, she realized, she wasn't scared of Bakugo. She was nervous because of who was no doubt looking down at her even now through emerald eyes. Izuku was watching her, and this next fight was more important to them than anyone else could ever know.

Ignoring Mic's introduction, Momo focused on Bakugo. The blond was tense, like a rabid hunting dog waiting to be let loose. Closing her eyes, Momo took a deep breath, letting the tension and nerves drain away before exhaling, opening her eyes as she did so. "You know," Momo called out, "I've been wanting to face you in combat since our first day of classes."

"Oh?" Bakugo crossed his arms in front of his chest, "Why didn't you say something then, Ponytail? I would've been more than happy to prove I'm better than one of U.A.'s legendary recommendation students."

Momo shook her head before resting her cheek against her hand. "No," she sighed, "arranging a battle exercise between the two of us just because of a desire to test myself would be most unbecoming of a future heroine. Then again," Momo raked her eyes over Bakugo's form, "I could see someone like you engaging in such barbaric and villainous behavior." Bakugo's eyes narrowed as he stilled. "Besides, in case you forgot, our first Heroics class was all about protecting our president, not engaging in combat." Momo's eyes widened as she held her hands in front of her mouth in mock surprise, "Oh, I'm sorry. You and your team failed that exercise, didn't you?"

Veins throbbing, Bakugo lowered himself to a crouch, "Keep talking Ponytail, all you're doing is giving me more of a reason to blast you out of this arena."

"And that's another thing," Momo said, raising her hand to her hair, loosening it from its signature style to let it hang loose across her back. "My name isn't Ponytail, it's Momo Yaoyorozu. Remember it."

"Make me."

"With pleasure."

Eyes narrowed, the two students waited in eager anticipation for the battle to commence. Having already done their introductions, the two didn't have to wait long for Present Mic's command of "START!" to ring out. Palms open behind him, Bakugo propelled himself forward using explosions to enhance his speed. As the blond rapidly approached, Momo formed her reliable bo staff, gripping it with both hands. Stepping forward she swiped at Bakugo the moment he came within range.

But Bakugo wasn't content to just stand there and take the blow. As Momo swung, Bakugo brought a hand forward, letting loose an explosion to the ground in front of him. Momo's attack cut through the makeshift smokescreen as Bakugo was lifted into the air above her head. 'He's behind me,' Momo thought, her head turning to track him as her back, hidden underneath her uniform top, began to glow. Indeed, despite being upside down in the air, Bakugo grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, using it to stabilize himself as he unleashed an explosion into Momo's defenseless back.

The explosion pushed Bakugo away from the ravenette, allowing him enough space to rotate himself midair and land back on his feet. Momo too fell forward from the force of the blast, her top and shirt tearing away as an armored shield burst through them. The shield protected Momo from the majority of the damage, but the girl still had to turn her forward fall into a controlled tumble to come up crouched on all fours, her staff still clutched in her right hand. Completing the shield, Momo let it detach from her back, sliding down her body to fall to the stadium floor with a dull thud.

As Present Mic narrated their opening moves, neither student paused to catch their breath, instead charging towards each other once more. Drawing back his hand, Bakugo's palm sparked as he prepared to let loose with an explosion. Having caught on to Bakugo's habit of prioritizing his right hand when attacking, Momo swiftly smashed her staff into his wrist, the hard metal pole redirecting it away from her as his explosion blasted the empty air to her left. Momo didn't give Bakugo time to recoup as the butt of her staff came up to smash into the underside of his arm before she half-turned, using her momentum to strengthen her thrust as she slammed the tip of her staff into Bakugo's exposed chest.

An explosion from Bakugo's left hand forced Momo backwards as Bakugo retreated, wheezing, his left hand cradling his chest while his right arm hung limply by his side. Momo had little doubt it was either throbbing in pain or more likely numb from the adrenaline running through them both. 'Good, best to keep him angry,' Momo thought. Despite his poor personality Bakugo was one of the smartest students in the class, and his battlefield intelligence was no less impressive. By keeping him from thinking clearly she could hopefully continue the momentum she'd built up thus far.

If Momo was the same girl she'd been a year ago, she had little doubt Bakugo would have already won. Back then she'd often overthink, becoming paralyzed and struggling to react to sudden or unexpected actions. Training with Izuku for months on end had helped her overcome that particular weakness, something she was thankful for. Otherwise, she had little doubt Bakugo's explosive attack to her back would have all but put her out of commission when she failed to react in time.

Momo went to move forward and press Bakugo, but the blond let loose an explosion that covered the area around him in smoke, hiding him from view and forcing the ravenette to draw back. Bakugo's explosions had a wide area of damage, and if she wasn't careful, he could easily catch her in one. 'He's giving himself time to think while lowering my ability to react,' Momo realized, her brows furrowing as her mind raced. 'Bakugo knows it takes time for me to create objects and remember their formula. He's likely counting on being able to create explosions faster than I can react and create a tool to assist me. I can try to create objects before he attacks, but I run the risk of creating the wrong thing and wasting lipids.'

The sound of muted explosions brought Momo's attention back to the smoke. Directing her staff at it, Momo's eyes widened as Bakugo emerged above her, one hand stretched out in front of him while he used the other to form a circle on the palm of his outstretched hand. 'He's focusing his explosions,' Momo realized as her eyes widened.

"AP Shot: Auto-Cannon!" Bakugo yelled. Concentrated bursts of fire erupted from Bakugo's palm, raining down on Momo. Dropping her staff, Momo created a shield above her head clutching it with both hands as Bakugo's explosions slammed into her improvised defense and the field around her. Rubble flew, and Momo grunted as pieces of debris struck her unprotected body. When the rain of hellfire stopped, Momo didn't even have time to lower her shield before something smashed into it, the heavy object knocking her onto her back. A kick from Bakugo knocked the shield away before the blond crouched over Momo's splayed out body, his left hand pinning her right arm to the ground while his right foot pressed down on her left wrist. His knee dug into her stomach, making it hard for her to breathe while his right hand hung threateningly over her head.

"What was that about making me remember your name?" Bakugo smiled savagely. Momo stayed silent, mind racing. "Give up, Ponytail," the blond instructed, "I have a final to prepare for, and I don't have any more time to waste on an extra like you." Momo didn't respond as her mind latched onto a means of escaping. "Give up," Bakugo repeated, his palm sparking to highlight his order.

"Yaoyorozu?" Midnight questioned, her voice laced with concern. The rules were clear: Momo either had to be out of bounds, surrender, or be unable to continue for the match to be decided. She wasn't anywhere near the boundary lines, and she still technically had the ability to fight back. If she didn't surrender, Bakugo was within his right to blast her, but it wouldn't look good for either the school or Bakugo if he did.

"Last chance, Ponytail," Bakugo warned as his palm began to audibly pop like firecrackers. "Give up."

"I told you," Momo said, her voice low, "my name's not Ponytail." Before Bakugo could let loose with his threatened explosion, Momo activated her Quirk and, to the confusion of the audience, Bakugo screamed before falling backwards. Red blood dripped onto the field as it was revealed just what exactly Momo had done: underneath where Bakugo had been pinning her, the ravenette had created metal spikes, which had risen from her body to pierce Bakugo's hand, foot, and leg respectively.

Prone on the ground, Momo created a metal pole from her back, using it to raise herself into a standing position while her right arm started glowing dangerously as she drew it back. Eyes burning with rage, Bakugo unleashed his promised explosion, but the pain of Momo's sudden attack kept it from being as dangerous as it could have been. Momo tanked the hit and emerged from the smoke, albeit with burns and ash littering her exposed body. But what shocked those looking on the most were the crystals enshrouding her right arm. Bakugo only had time to widen his eyes before Momo's fist slammed into his chest, sending the blond sprawling backwards.

Momo pressed her advantage, rushing forward even as Bakugo rose unsteadily to one knee, his palms pressed into the ground in front of him despite his injured hand and the pain said action caused him. Letting out an explosion from each hand, Bakugo tore up the field in front of him, sending chunks of concrete flying at Momo, who instinctively raised her hands to protect her face. The pain of his injured hand was only worsened by the explosions he launched from the bleeding palm, yet Bakugo didn't hesitate to leap forward, biting down on his tongue hard enough to draw blood when he stepped on his injured foot. Arms raised, Momo couldn't see Bakugo or protect her stomach when Bakugo slammed his injured hand into it, letting out an explosion directly into her flesh. Momo gasped as she flew backwards, crystals shattering when she hit the ground, her eyes wide while Bakugo pressed on ignoring the pain that burned through his body with every action.

As Momo struggled to her feet, Bakugo propelled himself unsteadily into the air and over the ravenette. Reaching down to grab her by her head and shoulder, Bakugo let gravity pull him down as he used his momentum to throw Momo towards the edge of the field. Momo fell just short of the line; eyes widening as she realized how close she was, Momo rushed to stand up, her chest glowing as she reached down with her hands to grab the net that emerged from her stomach. Looking up, Momo didn't see the charging Bakugo she had expected, instead finding the blond standing where he'd landed after he threw her.

Bakugo stood unsteadily on his feet, blood trailing down his legs and dripping from his hand. His right palm was directed towards her, the other forming a circle in front of it. Momo's chest glowed as she threw her net, directing whatever lipids she had towards her stomach as she formed a desperate shield while Bakugo weakly called out the name of his attack, "AP Shot."

A beam of fire erupted from his hand, the explosion drowning out Bakugo's pained scream as he threw his head back to yell. The explosion tore through the net, destroying it before slamming into the shield adorning Momo's chest. For a moment the two forces clashed as the audience looked on with eager anticipation, until a pained scream the metal of Momo's shield cracked and tore apart. What was left of the weakened explosion smashed into the ravenette's chest and launched her backwards off her feet. For a moment, it seemed like Yaoyorozu hung in the air like an angel, torn scraps of her uniform floating around her like burning feathers. But then she fell, landing in the soft grass that surrounded the field, unmoving. All was silent before Midnight's whip cracked through the air. "Yaoyorozu is out of bounds, Bakugo advances!" the R-Rated heroine announced.


"And with an explosive finale, Bakugo becomes our second finalist!" Present Mic's announced as the crowd roared its approval.

"Poor Yaomomo," Ashido said sadly.

"Man, Bakugo didn't hesitate at all," Kaminari said as he leaned back, hands behind his head.

"But what a battle," Kirishima grinned, eyes shining.

"It was close-kero." Tsu mused, a finger at the corner of her mouth.

"So the finale will be Kendo, Bakugo, and Yorarashi." Sero said as he counted the three out on his fingers.

"Hey, don't count Mina out just yet!" Hagakure shouted as she stood up, or at least that's what the rest of the class assumed from the floating uniform.

The class glanced at one another. "Sorry Hagakure," Sero said, rubbing the back of his head, "but Ashido's fighting Yorarashi, and to be honest, I don't see how she could possibly win."


"Izu-kun, are you alright?" As Himiko's voice softly tickled his ear, Izuku opened his eyes, looking down at the field below for the first time since the match was called. There was no sign of either Bakugo or Momo, the two having disappeared as medical robots hauled them away. Below, Cementoss had his hands pressed into the damaged field, fixing it once more while over the speakers, Present Mic continued to rave about the dramatic battle that had just occurred.

"I'm fine," Izuku said quietly, his voice low for only his companion to hear.

"Are you sure?"

Izuku's eyes darted to the heroine seated next to him. Nagant's gaze was directed downwards towards the field below, her expression pensive, but Izuku couldn't shake the feeling that she was deliberately trying not to look at him. "Yes." He said, despite wanting to say the opposite. Watching the two fight had been both satisfying and terrifying on equal level. Every blow Momo landed felt like payback for one Bakugo had inflicted. Every explosion had Izuku trying not to wince in sympathy. It was a tug of war and the ending, well, even though Izuku had wanted Momo to win, he knew better than anyone just how strong the blond was.

"Everything fine?" Nagant asked as she finally looked at him.

Izuku turned, flashing a disarming smile. "Just peachy," he replied.


Mina's stomach flip flopped as the pink haired alien made her way out onto the field to the cheers of the crowd. Despite knowing that the cheers were most likely directed towards her opponent, they still brought a smile to her face. This was why she wanted to be a hero: not for the cheering, glamor, or glory, but for the happiness heroes seemed to bring to others. Making her way up on stage, Mina flashed Yorarashi a smile, one the buzz cut boy happily returned. "I like your horns," he complimented with a grin.

"Thanks," Mina said pleased, "I know you're probably gonna win, but I promise I'll try my best. Can't have you thinking this alien's all looks and no fangs."

"Alien?"

"Yeah," Mina said gesturing to her body, "I look pretty exotic, don't you think? Like an alien from outer space."

"I don't get it," Yoarashi said as he put his hands on his waist, "but I would expect you to give nothing less than your best."

Mina blinked, "You know, you kind of remind me of Iida."

"You are very strange," Yoarashi noted.

"Hey!" Mina shouted as her opponent just laughed. Pouting, Mina let acid pool in her hands as Mic finally quieted down.

"READY? START!"

It was over in an instant. Before Mina could so much as step forward, a ball of air slammed into her chest, knocking her backwards and over the line. "Ashido is out of bounds," Midnight announced, pointing her whip at the alien slowly clambering to her feet. "Yoarashi advances."


"And with that, the semi-finals draw to a close!" Present Mic announced to cheers from the crowd. On screen, the already memed Wheel of Nezu appeared once more, Yaoyorozu and Mina's pieces falling away to leave only Bakugo and Yorarashi, Kendo's piece still in the Bye box. "Now let's hear a big cheer for our three finalists!" The crowd roared their approval. "YEAH! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! YAOW!"

"That's enough." Eraserhead cut in.

"Fine," even over the speakers the cockatoo's pout was audible, "Moving on, you might be wondering just how we're going to settle this three way dispute for first place." The Voice Hero paused for dramatic effect, "The answer is quite simple: a free-for-all battle royale! Three will enter, but only one will leave victorious as the U.A. Sports Festival Champion!" The announcement was greeted with enthusiastic cheering from the crowd as on screen, Kendo's face moved from the Bye box to join the other two boys on the wheel.


"Dearie. Dearie. It's time to get up." Groaning, Itsuka rolled over, turning her back to the voice gently shaking her shoulder as she murmured drowsily. The voice sighed and an audible smack echoed through the room as Itsuka shot up in bed to sit straight up. "Hm, see if I act as an alarm clock for you again," the now recognizable Recovery Girl huffed as she turned away.

"What?"

"Get up and get moving," the Youthful Heroine ordered as she leaned on her cane, "Extra uniforms are on a rack by the door. Grab one that fits, get changed in the restroom, then get out of my hair." Itsuka's confusion must have been obvious on her face since Recovery Girl sighed before grabbing one of the uniforms and throwing it at her. "Put this on and get out of here. You're in the finals. I was trying to be nice by letting you get some rest before your match, but even if you don't show, I'm kicking you out of this room one way or another."

"I'm in the finals?" Itsuka said dumbly as her brain began to catch up.

"Yes, although you won't be if you don't get moving." That final warning was enough to spur Itsuka into action, the orangette simply drawing the curtains around her bed before stripping off the remnants of her uniform and throwing on the new one. Finished, she rushed to the door, throwing her half destroyed clothing in the trash can next to it, pausing to look back at the school nurse whose attention was focused on other patients. Kendo recognized the sleeping forms of Todoroki and Yaoyorozu, the latter of whom Recovery Girl was currently bandaging. "They'll be fine," the heroine said without looking up, "Now get moving." Kendo didn't say a word, running off and letting the door swing shut behind her. "Kids these days," Shuzenji huffed, "always in a rush."


"Yo Eraser, you know what time it is?!"

"No."

"That's right, it's finally time for the last battle of the U.A. High School First Year Sports Festival! The top first year will be decided with this one match! From Hero Course Class 1-A, Katsuki Bakugo. Versus! Also from Hero Course 1-A, Itsuka Kendo! Versus! Our final fighter and the sole member of 1-B, Inasa Yoarashi!" As the three fighters made their way onto the field, the crowd cheered. Cementoss had been hard at work during the brief intermission, the field having changed from the rectangle it had been to a circle divided into thirds by simple white lines that also marked the border of the field.

"You all know the rules," Mic declared once the three fighters were in position, "so let's not waste anymore time! Ready? Huh? What's that?"

The confusion wasn't limited to Present Mic as the audience looked on the space in the center of the field seemed to warp, curling in on itself before darkness sprouted from the center point. As cameras broadcasted the strange occurrence not just to stadium screens but televisions across the country, the dark hole grew in size before seemingly erupting sending tendrils of dark mist whipping about before pooling back together. Yellow slanted eyes seemed to manifest in the mist staring outwards at the crowds looking on, but the more immediate attention was drawn to the hand that seemed to emerge from the mist, gripping it for assistance as a figure stepped through.

Horrified gasps echoed throughout the arena accompanied by screams and vomiting as the audience looked on in horror. He was dressed simply in black pants and a similarly colored long sleeved shirt. His skin was pale and his hair was a messy grayish-blue clumpy and uneven that hung in waves from his head. But that wasn't what horrified those looking on; instead it was the numerous disembodied hands that he sported all over his body seemingly gripping him. Three adorned each arm, two more his underarms, neck, and shoulders respectively, but the most dramatic hands hung from the figure's head, one gripping his hair while the last covered his face like a mask, leaving only crimson red eyes to shine through.

He wasn't alone either, as three more figures emerged from the dark portal, one on either side of him and one more at his back. Once more, the masses looking on recoiled at their appearance. The one to the left of the man covered in hands was a hulking black monstrosity of muscle and scar tissue. He had a beak-like mouth adorned with jagged stone-like teeth but his most notable feature was without doubt the exposed brain resting atop his head in which his eyes were inlaid. He sported only a pair of beige pants with metal knee-pads designed to emulate skulls; his feet and torso left bare.

The second figure could have been the former's brother for how closely they resembled one another. Black skin and scars decorated a muscular torso and like his supposed 'sibling', an exposed brain made up a large portion of the being's head, although his seemed to consist of everything above his mouth and ears. He was seemingly blind, with no visible eyes to speak of while also lacking his 'brother's' beak.

The final figure, standing behind the man covered in hands, could also have been related to the other two. Clad in gray trousers ripped apart just above its calves and pale green skin it too sported an exposed brain in which four eyes rested. But while the intruders emerged from the misty portal, the heroes weren't just standing idly by.

"Villains!" Cementoss shouted, leaping from his makeshift throne to the ground below. Slamming his hands into the ground, Cementoss sent a wave of cement surging towards the intruders.

"Students, get back!" Midnight commanded as she tore her sleeve to release her Quirk, a war fan already in each hand to help spread it about.

"Annoying." An unfamiliar voice spoke up, his word's broadcasting throughout the stadium thanks to the numerous microphones and cameras pointed his way. "I didn't come here to get party wiped by some low-level guards that think they're hot stuff. Oi, you two. Deal with them."

With a sudden burst of speed, the two black skinned villains moved. The one with a beak slammed a fist into the center of Cementoss's body, sending the humanoid block of cement flying backwards where he crashed into the stadium wall which cratered underneath him. For a moment, the man stuck to the wall suspended from just how deep within it he was buried before he fell forward, collapsing to the ground where he lay still.

As the beaked villain was dealing with Cementoss, the eyeless one rushed towards Midnight. At the last moment, the heroine leapt away using her superior agility, causing the seemingly blind villain to barrel past her, crashing through and destroying the elevated referee podium the black haired heroine had just been standing on. Swinging her fans, Midnight directed her Somnambulist towards the villain's head, yet the villain didn't pause for a moment even as her Quirk enshrouded him. Rushing forward once more, Midnight tried again to dodge, but as she leapt away, a black hand emerged from her mist to grab her leg. Midnight let out a scream of agony as the villain's grip tightened and she felt the bone in her lower leg snap, sending burning pain racing through her broken limb. Swinging the R-Rated heroine downwards, the last thing Midnight saw was the fast approaching ground before blissful darkness consumed her.

Seconds. That was how long it took for two of U.A.'s most famous teachers to be defeated. As the audience looked on horrified, the cameras panned, seemingly unable to decide where to focus: the defeated still bodies of the heroes, the young man adorned in hands who seemed to be the leader of the intruders, or the two monstrous beings that were now making their way back towards him.

"Who are you?" Red eyes turned towards Yoarashi who'd stepped forward, the normally smiling boy instead sporting an expression of utmost seriousness.

"Who are we?" The masked man asked, throwing his arms wide. "We are the League of Villains! As for why we're here?" The man leaned forward his red eyes locked onto the camera broadcasting the orbs and making it appear to all those watching as if the villain was speaking solely to them. "Consider this our declaration of war!"


Eri trembled, her eyes locked onto the screens around the stadium showing the intruders that stood on the stage below. She clutched Yagi's shirt, curling into his chest while the room around her devolved into chaos as the teachers ran around, shouting orders to one another.

"Eri," Yagi said, his voice quiet, a hand coming up to her back as he hugged her to him, "Are you alright?" But Eri didn't hear him, her mind focused only on one intruder in particular. The world seemed to fall away as she looked at him. She didn't recognize him, not by his exposed brain or black skin, but his beak made his allegiance clear. Her body trembled as her panic rose. Yagi was talking but his voice could have been a million miles away, not a word of it reaching her. They were back, the Shie Hassaikai. They knew she was here and they were coming for her. Overhaul was coming for her! Her breaths came in rapid gasps as her mind went blank and panic consumed her.


"ERI! ERI!" All Might, no, he was Toshinori Yagi right now, shouted at the little girl curled into a ball in his arms. He recognized the signs of a panic attack when he saw one, and it was clear to him that Eri was experiencing a particularly bad one. The intruders below were a non-issue; they were in the middle of the U.A. grounds surrounded by a stadium littered with heroes even now moving to help. He wanted to go help, to make sure that Kayama and Ishiyama were alright, but the blond knew that there were plenty of others capable of handling the situation. His concern right now was helping the little girl cradled in his arms. As he made to call out once more, he was interrupted by Eri herself, who opened her mouth and let loose a heart wrenching scream of pure terror that deafened all other conversation in the booth. Before All Might could say a word, the horn on her head seemed to grow before his eyes as it began to glow emitting a bright yellow light that consumed both Eri and the disguised #1 Hero before All Might had a chance to react.


"Hey, what's that?" Hizashi's voice cut through Shota's thoughts as he looked down at the intruders below. So far, they hadn't acted beyond incapacitating Ishiyama and Nemuri, but the sheer ease with which the two black skinned individuals had done so spoke of the group's abilities. They had breached U.A.'s security like it was nothing, no surprise if the misty figure in a suit had a warping or teleportation Quirk. Them intruding on the Sports Festival of all things when the stands would be filled with heroes attested to either their confidence or their foolishness. But if their goal was to send a message, they'd already done it. Even now, their image was being broadcasted across not only Japan but the world, and Shota knew that no good news station would dare turn away or cut to commercial when such a major event was occuring. Even if they hadn't meant to, the villains had done something no other villain group before had: they'd shown that U.A., an institution infamous for its top of the line security and staff, could be breached.

"Huh?"

"That light coming from the staff box." In an instant, Shota's eyes flashed up, locking onto the bright yellow light clearly shining through the windows.

"Eri." Shota muttered, already leaping to his feet by the time his brain processed what he was seeing. By the time his chair fell to the ground discarded, Shota was already out of the announcer booth, rushing towards his problem child.


"Hey Kurogiri," Tomura spoke, his voice causing the students to tense, "What's that light?"

"I'm sorry?"

"That light," Tomura glared towards the offending light shining down from one of the boxes above as he scratched at his throat, "it's ruining our big reveal. Teleport some of the minions to deal with it."

"Of course," Kurogiri muttered obediently. Tomura smiled beneath father's hand. If Sensei thought he needed a rival to grow stronger, then fine. He would show not only Sensei, but his supposed 'rival' just what he was capable of. This was his declaration of war and no one, not these students, the heroes, his 'rival', or even some light would take this moment away from him.


Looking down on the villains standing in the middle of the stadium, Izuku could already sense Nagant's suspicions growing at his side. "No," he answered preemptively. "Neither Toga or I knew this would happen, nor are either of us connected to the villains down there. We don't know who they are nor why they came here."

"Forgive me if I doubt you." Nagant said her voice dripping with sarcasm, her suspicion clear. "I've been held hostage this entire sports festival by a pair of villains only for another supposedly unrelated villain group to show up coincidentally at the same festival."

"I know how this looks, but like I said, this is truly just an unfortunate coincidence." Nagant grunted but remained silent as she turned her attention back down to the stadium below. Izuku mentally let out a sigh of relief. After his efforts to get Nagant to place even the tiniest bit of trust in him, it would have been truly unfortunate for everything to be ruined through sheer coincidence. Thankfully, it seemed that Nagant was willing to wait to pass judgment, something he was truly thankful for. There was no doubt that both U.A. and the HPSC would investigate this incident, not when the villains had acted so publicly. Nagant meanwhile was going to investigate him, and as a Commission agent, she would no doubt be able to access the investigation reports for the Festival incursion.

Izuku's racing mind was interrupted by a sudden light that began to shine forth from one of the boxes above. Logically Izuku knew he had no reason to recognize it, yet something about it seemed vaguely familiar, as if he'd somehow seen it before in a dream. Izuku wanted to turn away but the light kept his attention, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. The longer he looked at it, the more familiar it seemed, as if it was calling to something within the depths of his soul. Unbidden, a word rose up within him until a name slipped free from his lips.

"Eri," Izuku spoke darkly in a voice not his own. At the sound of her little unicorn's name Nagant whirled to look at him, her shock clear. But Izuku wasn't paying the purple haired assassin the slightest bit of attention. Focused only on the light, his surroundings seemed to fall away as the light devoured everything around him until it was the only thing he could see, and for a brief moment, to the heroine looking on, Izuku's eyes seemed to flash gold.

Author's Note:

Whelp, we're finally here, the sports festival raid I hinted at back in chapter 13. Tomura is making his official debut and a lots going to happen in the next two chapters, I just hope it lives up to what I've made it out to be. We also have Momo vs Bakugo and as someone commented a while ago for as skilled as Momo is I think that Bakugo still has just a bit of an edge on her. Besides Momo's inferiority after her defeat offers so many *licks lips* tantalizing possibilities to use. Unfortunately there will be a break next month since I'll be posting the first two chapters of my DARK MHA story over on P-atreon. I've been hearing that this site is cracking down on the more adult stories and since I don't want to be banned I'm taking the cowardly action of better safe than sorry.

As always thanks for your support and leave a comment since I enjoy reading them and can't wait to break 500. Also check out my twitch channel if you want to actually talk to me one on one. I try to stream around 8pm central time if you do decide to come on over .tv/dyavollucifer.

That covers the major things so until next time this is the devil that really needs to watch the live action one piece signing off,

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