BASEBALL

Bakugo's hand dripped with sweat as he turned the baseball. Behind home plate, Kirishima signaled for a curveball. Bakugo snorted. Real men don't mess around with curveballs and sinkers. That was robot think. Real men put it straight through the strike zone.

Bakugo threw. An explosion rocketed the ball forwards so fast the raw inertia and forces acting upon it bent it into an egg shape. It slammed home into Kirishima's glove, and Iida's bat crashed through thin air.

"Aand… strike three!" Midnight called cheerfully. "That's the third out for the inning!"

As the teams switched sides, Aizawa gave commentary from the booth overhead. "It's the bottom of the ninth, and Team Saviors of Humanity is down two runs. Can Team Insert Name Here hold onto their lead? Or will - Midnight, do I seriously have to read this script?"

"It's for the kids!"

"I'm not hearing a yes."

Ojiro stepped up to the pitcher's mound. Kirishima eagerly patted his bat on the ground. "Let's do this, bro!"

Ojiro threw a curveball that kissed the tip of Kirishima's bat, then a sinker that had him playing golf. On the third throw, Ojiro pretended to fumble the throw, then whipped it forward with his tail.

"Come on, that can't be legal!" Bakugo roared.

"No, but it was awesome, so I'm allowing it."

Bakugo grumbled to himself. "Stupid robot-loving referee."

The rest of the inning passed with similar shenanigans. Dark Shadow hit a fastball for Tokoyami, Tsuyu caught a pop fly with her tongue, Aoyama bunted and blinded Ojiro with his laser, and Shoji 'accidentally' got beaned on a tentacle.

With the bases loaded, two outs, and a run scored, Bakugo stepped up to the plate. Ojiro rubbed his shoulder. "I'm done."

"Come on man, you're our best one!" Kaminari said. "We can't let Bakugo get another grand slam!"

"Well, what about Ochako?"

Blushing, Ochako said, "I have a hard time doing it without turning my Quirk on. Do you want him hitting it into orbit?"

"Point. What about you, Todoroki. You could throw a literal fireball."

"No."

"Then, the only person we have left is…"

Everyone turned towards Izuku. He blinked at them all. "Aizawa said no."

"Aww, come on! Just for one batter!"

Midnight chimed in. "I'm overruling your teacher. Get up there."

"No, Midnight, you don't know what you're-"

Midnight pressed a button. "Oh no, looks like we lost our commentator."

Izuku stepped up to home plate. His arm spun like a jet engine. The ball shattered the sound barrier, punched a hole clean through Mineta's glove, and flew off into the horizon.

"That, uh, was strike one. And our only ball."

As everyone groaned and walked off, the ball soared back over home plate. "Strike two," Izuku said.

Eyes blazing, Bakugo sprinted back to the batter's mound. A shrill scream of shattered air announced the ball's third trip over the plate. Bakugo swung. His bat and the ball vaporized into their constituent atoms.

"Uhh… it's a tie?" Midnight said.

500

I'm not nearly enough of a masochist to try that 'every word is nine letters long idea'.

For now.