"This...is our team?" Dimentio's eye twitched slightly.

The rest of them waved. Tokoyami and Todoroki were standing in the corner; Tsu was sitting at the table with Koda, Sota, and Jiro; Mineta was sitting on a metal chair he pulled over; and Kirishima came right over to Dimentio.

"Hey! Welcome to the team!" He held out his closed fist. "Eh?"

"You disgust me," Dimentio muttered, gently grabbing Kirishima's hand and moving it away from him.

"Huh...Are you sure he agreed to this?"

"More like he just decided to do it himself?" Izuku shrugged.

"I have officially changed my mind...Get me out of here."

"Too late," Tsu said. "Aizawa said that you can't change things after the teams were selected. That means you also can't give up, ribbit."

Dimentio rubbed his wrist.

"We'd have to wear the P.E. uniform," Mineta said.

Dimentio realized everybody was already wearing the said uniform, a blue jumpsuit with red and white stripes decorating the sides. Everybody was still wearing their shoes. The school had allowed them to borrow it for training, as long as they washed and returned them before the competition.

"But, they let us wear our hero uniforms for the Quirkball Championship!" Kirishima exclaimed excitedly.

"You probably don't have one, do you?" Jiro said.

"You wear costumes?" Dimentio asked. "Mario just battled me straight in his sewer-smelling overalls..."

"Sewer-smelling?" Todoroki mumbled.

Sota held up a small biscuit. "I made some biscuits. Want one?"

Dimentio held up his hand with a small headshake, and Sota put it back down.

"Okay, but they're pretty good," Tokoyami said, snacking on one.

Izuku held up his phone. "So I got a picture of the sports. The Quirkball Championship is going to be split into two days, as All Might already explained. Unfortunately, we're going to be competing against some pretty powerful people, and I can't believe Olly is one of their leaders..."

"Do not forget, you are pretty powerful yourself, Izuku." Dimentio smiled. "Plus, you have me."

"About that..."

"Did you not ask for me to be on your team?"

"All Might purposely put you on my team because I could keep an eye on you...Not that I don't want you on our team or anything! It's just that...you can be a bit..." He spun his hand in a small circle. "Much? If you know what I mean?"

Dimentio frowned. "I see...So you are only here to keep me in check. I get it. I suppose nobody here would trust me yet."

"I trust you," Sota said. "Well, kind of. But I can see you being a better person, so I guess that's something?"

Dimentio huffed. Izuku saw him fix his hat.

"The first sport is soccer, so we'd have to borrow the field. Hopefully, nobody's already using it." Izuku slid his phone into his pocket. "We'll have to stop by the school to pick up some cleats, and get Dimentio the P.E. uniform."

"I am not wearing that."

Dimentio was very upset that he had to wear it. He had to take off his gloves and mask for the outfit, and refused to leave the changing room unless he could keep them on. Izuku had finally had enough and threatened to break the door down.

"Fine! But I am only leaving because I do not want you in trouble for property damage."

Dimentio walked out. Izuku already knew what his eyes looked like, but was happy to see the black lines on his face were gone. Dimentio's hands, sure enough, were completely disconnected from his body, the wrists ending in small diamonds that faded from deep purple to his normal skin tone at the ends. His ears were small and pointed, the left had a small chip in it. It looked like if someone tore an earring out of his ear.

"Well? See why I demanded to keep the mask and gloves?"

"What about your contacts?"

"I lost one, so wearing just one would look very strange. The mask was the only way I would be able to hide any of my face now..."

"You'll be fine!" Izuku forced him out of the small room. "Hey, where did everyone go?"

"Possibly ran away because your awful communication skills," Dimentio teased.

Izuku found them standing in the soccer field, watching Olly's team practice some drills.

"Looks like they got here first," Jiro sighed. "What now?"

Olly noticed Izuku and rushed over. "Izu! How are you? Coming here to train too? Kaminari suggested this place, and I thought it was a wonderful idea! Do you have a team name yet? We're going to be Folded Hearts, because unity, and I'm their leader! Nobody else fought it, so-" His gaze went to Dimentio.

"Hey Olly, seems like you're happier. What was up with that yesterday? You ignored me, and when you did talk to me, it was super rude..."

Olly blinked at Dimentio. "Who's this? Someone new?"

Dimentio's ears drooped a bit as he glared at Olly.

Olly looked at Dimentio's hands. "Wait a second...Dimentio?! You look so different than what I was expecting! I expected you to look...I don't know, old! Like Scissors!"

Izuku saw him clench his fist and inhale sharply through his nose. His ears poked upwards. Olly noticed he was upset and tried to play it cool.

"That's a complement! You look really young for your age! I mean you're like what, thirty? Mario's like thirty and he's got silver hairs in his mustache!"

Dimentio unclenched his fist and his ears went down to normal. "Alright, that I can accept. Are you using the field or not?"

"We can give you the other half! I don't think my team would mind scooching over a bit for fellow classmates. Plus, it'll give us the chance to practice."

"Huh?" Izuku blinked. "What do you mean?"

"You want the field? All of it? You have to fight us for it. Of course, you can decline if you want to, but that'll be cowardly. And I know you aren't a feeble coward, Izuku."

"You are honestly challenging us?" Dimentio smirked. "Ha! Izuku can beat your team in a heartbeat!"

"H-hang on! Don't I get a say in this?!"

Olly's expression softened. "He's right, he is their team leader. Plus, we should save this competitive spirit for the actual competition! I want to see first-hand how good Izuku is at leading his team!" His slightly scary grin came back. "But be warned, I was literally born to lead. I'll kick you to the curb, Izuku." He spun on the heel of his foot again. "Anyhow, do you want to see what you're going against?"

He walked back to the field and signaled for the rest of his team to move to the sides. He took a deep breath and pulled his foot back, small blades of grass coming with the spikes of his cleats.

Izuku thought he was dreaming.

Right before his foot made contact with the ball, a Magic Circle appeared on his lower legs, much like the ones on his arms. The Magic Circles on his arms also lit up for a second when he kicked the ball. The ball went flying so hard it broke through the net.

"Aah! I didn't mean to do that! How did I even do that?! Now I'll need to pay for it..."

Dimentio leaned over to Izuku. "Did you happen to notice his bindings? They glew, and I do not recall him having any on his legs, do you?"

"He didn't have the ones on his legs before," Izuku said, watching the glow on the bands vanish. "I wonder..."

Olly wiped some ash and waved the smoke away from the ball. "That was...odd. That hadn't happened at all today until you were watching..."

Izuku sighed. "We're so going to lose."

Dimentio nodded. "Obviously."