The match was over. It was done, yet the crowd still continued their basking cheers, it took every ounce of Jun to remain calm. Clenching a hidden fist tightly he could feel the hotness of his knuckles turning white. It was just a stupid match, nothing special really, yet these stupid and ignorant fools thought it was the best in the world. Just because it showcased that damn...Hamato...the same cheers and applauds erupted when he faced off against the weakest of the brothers. Not a single ounce was for him. Not even when he won, maybe a few cheers sprinkled here and there, but nothing like this...it shouldn't matter but it was just irksome. With the crowd still going, it was delaying and eating away at the time for the next match to start and he needed it to start...soon.

The longer he waited the shorting he could feel himself becoming, his eyes hungrily stapled on the arena being reconstructed by Cementoss, a good amount of it was taken off. Not a lot, just a good amount. A few areas melted off with a bit of dark burn marks. Footprints really. Bits and pieces of broken jade shards from clashing where swept off. Yeah, it was a match. But, again one Jun could care less about, it was done, now move onto the next one.

A hard and heavy sigh pushes itself out of his mouth, muttering to him, leaned his head back a bit and closed his eyes. Casting himself in darkness, a familiar place, and did his best to block out everyone. Even with his music playing, he managed to find a way to silence the soothing melancholic tempo and just...see. See nothing but darkness for a moment, nothing but thick shades all around...of course he would. Again, nothing new he'd been use to this for so long. But even in darkness things can surface and surface they did...the same thing that's always been there for years and years. What ignited the raging flame inside settling a bitterness taste that never left, just standing there a few feet away.

Hand in hand, both of them. Hand in hand always...for as long as he could remember, it was a tight and reassuring hold. A comforting one. A warm one that was always warm to the touch and would light his way. They always did, until... they disappeared...he watched them fade away. Fade from existence. No more warmth after that, cold settled in, followed hollowness...taking a few steps towards his younger self standing there all alone. Casting a heavy shadow overhead, watched himself lift his head and with a hardening look stare into nothingness...just stare and stare. No matter how long he stared nothing ever took shape. Nothing every came. Even as he grew, as he became stronger, continued to stare just stare and stare... to find nothing there...every time.

Nothing existed if nothing could be found.

It'd be rude to not return the gift they left.

Opening his eyes a little, find the clear blue sky overhead, and for that moment their words echoed in mind. Caused his stomach to tighten into a hard knot, quickly shaking their voice out hear through his music the crowd had finally settled it seem.

Finally, he sighed, felt a nudge in his arm. Turning to it, it was Shinso. "What?" He asked lowering the volume on player.

Ignoring his annoyed response, Shinso pointed down to the arena. "Look who's up?"

Casting his eyes down, Jun looked. The quarter-final round was happening, those who made it pass the first round proceeding to the next round. Well, sort of, the two down below doing an arm-wrestling still trying to up the other one despite their similar quirk; Eijiro Kirishima with his hardening and Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu with his metal skin. Both evenly matched, Midnight standing by to watch.

"Ridiculous," Jun scoffed, turning away, leaned back and kicked up his feet. "why are they even trying, seriously they're just wasting everyone's time. Especially mine. They should have been out long ago. Their mediocre abilities isn't nothing to behold. I'd take them each out in less than a minute." He snapped his fingers.

Haughty as every, Shinso let it roll off. "That last match though, I wasn't sure who was going to take victory. You?"

"Does it matter? Clearly it was obvious who the winner was the moment it started. They're shamed now, out the first match, could barely make a single impression for themselves. It would have been better if they never entered at all."

Hearing some rising hostility in Jun words, Shinso noticed the dark stare in his eyes across way at class 1-A. "Looking for someone? Or want to fight someone?"

Realizing what happening, Jun snaps out of it, quickly breaking hold on the class. Muttered to himself for a moment before responding. "N-Nothing, it's nothing. No, there isn't anyone I'm looking for or want to fight. They're not even no match for my skills anyway." He lied. Biting the words back. Gave a slight shrug and sunk a little more in his seat.

"You sure hold yourself high, don't you?" Shinso remarked. Taking a moment to study Jun. Why he talked with him was beyond himself, it was quite clear how Jun was and how he held himself. Others in class kept their distance for reasons Shinso should avoid himself. But, didn't, he wasn't sure why himself. But it. "Gonna be ready for your next match?"

A deep smirk spread itself across Jun's face, for a moment a rising darkness planted itself coldly in his eyes. It almost showed in his voice, if he didn't catch it. "I'm, I've been waiting for this for some time now." He said in a relaxed and tone, Shinso for a moment felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand for a moment. They stood even more from the satisfied smirk the boy carried.

It sparked questions in Shinso mind, that made their way towards mouth. "Hey-"

"Better get ready," Jun stood up, refreshingly. Giving a stretch and twist. "match is going to start soon. I'd asked to be wished luck," he began walking off. "but I don't need it." Throwing up a hand gave a slight wave, before disappearing down the steps into the hall.

Hearing the cheers from overhead, Jun smirked to himself, finally after so long he'd finally get what he wanted. It was too good to be true, though of course he had to remember the plan...still he could find a way to get some pleasure in himself. He'd been doing it a little since the start of this whole thing, the moment his eyes spotted them from afar. They didn't realize it, there was no doubt in his mind they couldn't feel it...then again after so many years they might not. Still, he shouldn't hold it pass them. That was one thing he was sure they kept, their powers...well that was a different story, he still felt confident he could best them. They disappeared from him, so he'd do the same back. Was only fair, right?

Humming to himself, the sound sharp heels echoing through the halls, pierced through the tunes of his earphones. Right away he stopped, his heart froze and a cold chill ran down his spine. An imposing shadow cast itself over him like shroud, the scent of powerful jasmine filled his nose. It nearly burned the hairs and suffocated him. But, he dare not show it.

Reaching up a trembling hand, he quickly stopped, took out the earphones. His back remained to them, eyes and head lowered to the floor. Like a whimpering puppy, his body tightened eager to tremble, but he held it back. If they saw it...he knew what would happen and he didn't want that.

Swallowing the rising lump, he addressed them. "Y-Yes?"

Though their voice was silvery and like honey, it didn't disuses the sharp...no whipping tone it held. "I need not to reminded you of the importance of this? Do I?"

He shook his head obediently.

"Good, you came far out of sheer luck. That last fight with the weakest of Hamato's clearly showcases your skills as individual. Not to mention it embarrassed our house and yourself. You might have been given the proper training and best if state of the art of training, which I still believe was a waste but it pushed you to levels higher." They push up their glasses. "I expect such training not to be wasted, in sort of way. They might not have had your training but none the less they've been trained by a Hamato, even if they are still docile.."a sickening tone attached to the word. "in their power. You will break them from that mold, this transactions must go flawlessly. It didn't work with Henry, that was a dud, but it will work her. Show the power of our house. Of our name. Do you understand?"

Jun said nothing still, using every ounce of himself to hold himself in check. Swallowed the burning in his throat.

"Did you not hear me, child!" they snapped.

He nodded. "Y-Yes, I understand. I p-promise," He slowly turns around to face them, bows his head. "mother. I will not fail."

With sharp amber-golden eyes study him, in an irksome way. Their noise wrinkled a bit. Turned sharply away. "I don't need your promise. Just do it. That's all." With nothing else to say they walk away. Fixing the cuffs on their all white skirt suit.

Jun kept his eyes to the floor until he could no longer hear their heels, lifted his head. Stared hard in the direction they went, clenched his hands tighter than ever, he felt his nails dig into his skin almost broke through. When a bright voice stopped him.

"Jun?"

Turning around Jun finds you standing there with Mashirao, for a moment Jun froze, his eyes dropped to the arm you had linked around Mashirao. An intense look appeared, quickly he pushed it aside and put on a smile.

Tone and all. "May, hey. What are you doing here?"

"I just came from Recovery Girl for some reason, I can't remember why." you explain, tilting your head a bit. With a small laugh. "Mashirao said I had some sort of headache, but I cannot seem to recall that. Where you headed to the arena?"

He closed his eyes and nodded. Though quickly gave Mashirao a sharp look. One that didn't go unnoticed. "Well, that's very kind of you, Mashirao was it?"

"Yes," he responded hesitantly. Stepping forward a foot. "and your Jun Tudor? Right?"

Jun nodded. "Yes, I am. I was up against the Hamato. Oh, speaking of which, May," he turns to you. "how is your friend doing by the way? I hope he's alright, I hope I didn't cause too much damage."

Before you could answer, Izuku came racing down the hall calling for you. "May! May! Ma-Oh, there you are!" He spotted you and hurried over. Jun glared sharper at him like a blade. That went unnoticed by some, but was noticed by another. "Are you okay?" Izuku asked, getting between you and Jun.

His eyes stare straight into yours filled with worry. "Yes, I am well. Thank you for your concerns."

A wave of relief washed over Izuku. "Oh, good. I'm glad to hear. I was wondering where you went, someone told me Mashirao took you to Recovery Girl. I went there and you were going. I'm glad I found you, your match is next."

It was? You give a thought, it took a moment. But you remembered. "Oh, yes that is correct. My next match is happening. That means," you look at Jun with a pleasant smile, step to him, take his hands in yours. He jolted a little. "you and I shall be against one another. Oh, what a match it will be. I am excited! Aren't you?"

Words stuck in Jun's mouth like peanut on the roof his mouth. He didn't know what to say. His eyes drop to his hands you held, it was so warm...like...no! He pulled them back, but was carefully not to rip them away.

He kept his smile on. "Yes, I am just as thrilled as you, if not more. Finally, after so long we can battle one another before the eyes of everyone. That will be thrilling. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this." His smile grew with a curl at the end.

One that was noticed. Raising his hands, Jun rest them on your shoudlers, giving a squeeze. Leaned in a bit, casting a small shadow. You remain smiling. Ignoring the increasing pressure he added with each passing minute.

"Yes, a long time," you said, not thinking much of it. "we shall do our best so others can see who is strongest between us." Those words a darkness for an instant wrinkled itself hard on Jun's face. But he kept himself composed.

Giving a tighter squeeze. His nails almost dug into you, if Mashirao didn't pull you back and out of his grasp. "I think that's enough." he said sternly, eyes on Jun.

Without turning around, Mashiaro passed you to Izuku, sort of understanding, Izuku took hold of you. Pushing you slightly behind him, his eyse on Jun as well. Wearily. You weren't what was going on, but felt the uneasiness and tension thickening. It began to make your stomach turn, so you wanted to put an end to it.

Open your mouth, to say something when your name and Jun's was announced by Midnight. Who waited for the two of you to go out.

"Guess we better go." Jun said, still with his smile on, walked by giving a slight wave before melting into the distance shadows down the hall. You watch with Izuku and Mashiaro, who's stares hadn't stopped.

How weird? Your eyes drop to your hands, Jun's...his hands...that hold..that touch felt so...why was your mind rattling now?

"May O'Neil!" Midnight called for you, breaking your thoughts.

Whipping out it, you break from Izuku and Mashiaro, run down the hall then opt to flying. Wave to them, disappear before Mashiaro could say something to you. They stand there in the hall looking in the direction you went.

"Something doesn't feel right," Mashiaro said, with a heaviness of worry. "that Jun guy...he..."he paused for a moment. Holding his thoughts and asked something else. "Where's April?"

Izuku's instantly wrinkled with confusion, looked up. Worry settling in his eyes. "She stayed behind, after you and May left I asked her if she knew. But, for someone reason...she couldn't or didn't think much of it. It was like..."muffles to the side. "like the few times before. Like she..."he paused, collecting his thoughts. He wasn't able to get all them together, the announcing of the next quarter final match was starting. "Guess, it'll have to wait. We better go, I'm sure May will be looking for us."

Mashiaro nods. "Yeah, you're right."

The two of them walk back to their area, both with weighing questions on their mind.