The first match of the Final Event was about to start, with the recreational games filling in the passing many of the finalist used this time to prepare themselves. Leo took to mediating, which made sense considering his quirk. Raph didn't seem to care nor was in the mood despite his opponent coming over and introducing herself, Donnie sat with wreaking nerves. Mikey was well..he included himself in the recreational games despite not needed too. April took to preparing herself too. As for yourself, preparing yourself was something wanted to do with April but she left before you could even get the chance, so you where left on your own and continued with the other girls in cheerleading. You being the one most into it.

Cheering the loudest among the girls of your class, cheers that reached a certain spiky grayed-hair hero in training. Turned his attention you, the minute he did a hot rush wen through him. That is he changed into his other form it would surely melt.

She's so...his thoughts nearly screamed, gulped she's...she's...damnit! Get yourself together! Acting like this is beneath you! Suck up and be a man, go over already! Talking to yourself does nothing, go talk to her. Just say hi damnit! It isn't that hard. Just a simple hello! What's the worst that can happen? Huh?

"Excuse me?"

Your voice enters their thoughts. They froze. Though you hadn't noticed and kept going. "We are to start the last event are you not apart of the next event?" They said nothing their back to you gave a slow heavy nod. "I assumed as much, I came to get you," their heart skipped a beat hearing that. Taking it another way then what you meant. "as you remained the only one still standing. Your fellow classmates had tried yelling for you, but you did not respond. So I came, we must leave. Are you coming?"

Swallowing the lodged lump in their throat, it was now are never. Not the spot they expected to do this, but...but fate was giving them yet another chance after so many before. They couldn't mess it up no matter what, yes! They would turn around to you, open their mouth and say the first thing that they've wanted to say for so long. The moment they did, you'd at first be stun but that cute bright smile will appear with hopefully a bit of blush on those cheeks and you'd respond back. From their...the rest of it would play out..all the way to the end.

Yes!

Building up the courage, turn around, open their mouth and...find the spot empty. The American wasn't there, she was gone.

Again!

Damnit!

Defeated, again, with no choice but to accept...walk to their seat with dropped shoulders so the first match could began.

Everyone took their seats, waiting with anticipation for the first match. Cementoss finished building the fighting arena, now it could began, stakes where high for this last event. Presentation was everything, if not more. Should they preform below expectations...well that just wouldn't do. Not at all, their reputation could not be tarnished if they wanted...this transaction to go on as agreed. Their product would shine and show as much as they could even after the long years apart, they'd present a display that would prove all every equation and formula they formulated together to create...well...to create what the produced.

To prove once and for all...who was more superior, after all that's what it came down with quirks anyway. Adjusting their small framed glasses, focus their sharp amber eyes on the match soon to start. A pity, they frowned softly, it couldn't have been...their products first. How unfortunate, then again the probability of either of them matching up in the first round wasn't high. It was anyone's game really, the same as they remembered...years ago...many years ago...

A bore.

Yet at the same time thrilling, standing before the eyes of many to display the flashiness of their quirks. Only those strong and smart enough made it to the final round, and they made it. Carried themselves...with another to the final. It was just the two of them...back then...and back then...they scoff hard, back then it was them who...who shined. Not the other way around!

Slammed their fist down, made the small body sitting next to them flinch slightly. Ignoring it, their heated amber eyes remain on the arena, steadily. Watching the two who would start come out, the one with messy indigo hair they could care less about. It was the boy with the green hair that held their attention. Such a weak looking child, it amazed them how far he came without showcasing any use of his quirk.

Why their product latched to such a ridiculous...thing was beyond them in more way than one. But, clearly there was something, yet at the same time they knew it wasn't a good look, slide their eyes back to the flamed hero. Who's eyes set flatly upon the green-haired boy. Shimmering with other emotions they cared less out only paying attention the disapproval gleam held in those eyes.

One they both shared.

Something had to be done about that green-haired boy, he entered the arena now, crossing their leg sharply over the other one mused to themselves. Yes, something indeed would have to be done about the boy, the attachment formed would ruin everything. Hopefully, they sighed, their other product would...correction child would meet him in the next round should he pass and dispose of him. Having talked with their child already on what to do next during lunch. They knew the plan and knew what to do, going over it a few times just to make sure. Idiot child had a thick skull like lead but was hollow like a barren land. Pitiful really, to know their genes ran through them, it was such a disgrace...

Even when they were younger, always crying and unable to do damn simple thing. The weakest among all their products, lagging behind in every...every single damn...lesson given. Every assignment. Every test. No matter the amount of...tutor that was given. They simply just did not excel in anything. Markings low...barely...just barely increased after the years the missing piece of the puzzle was gone. It was a small percentage, not one to get excited about. Just enough to allow them this...much freedom. Thinking about it now, they should have sent in their last and latest product, dropped their eyes to the small figure sitting silent and still next to them.

Those small round golden-hazel eyes focused sharply on the arena. Like a hawk.

Good, as expected.

Raising a hand, rest it lightly upon their head, stroking their short wavy sliver hair gently for a moment. "Let's hope subject #3 can do as presented."