"My, my this quite problematic. Quite indeed," Nezu mused, concerningly, after the ascertaining information Recovery Girl divulged. She called him immediately after Mary left, and he arrived seconds before April and the girls left.

Neither heard the conversation.

"Her presence can have dire effects. One we must do all we can to avoid. If possible."

Recovery Girl nodded, "We must move the girls somewhere safer or at least with another. Who can act their guardian here."

"Yes, you're quite right. My brother wouldn't be the wisest choice, she'd expect that, and considering the festival has brought their family out of shadows, well it wouldn't be the brightest idea."

"With her back, I'm worried more will be brought out of the shadows for the girls. Oh," Recovery Girl lamented, "the thought is heartbreaking. After all these years, we can't let it be undone."

Nezu couldn't agree more, his concern as principal is the welfare of his students. First and foremost. He wondered if Kirby was aware, it highly unlikely otherwise the man would have been in a state of panic. Why hadn't Mary made herself known to him, he wondered. She thrived on ostentatious attention and this would have given it to her. She took pleasure in the crumbling fear of others; it was like candy to her. But she didn't give any, the end of Nezu's tail curled.

Her goal, what was it? He had the answer, it was the how part he didn't.

The next match was announced, it wasn't either of the O'Neil sisters. He began to wonder...

"I feel the need to pull the girls from their matches," he spoke his thoughts, "but I feel if I do it'll play right into her hands."

"Yes, you're quite right. That woman and her games. I feel the youngest fight wasn't just for show." Recovery Girl said, worriedly, "What she displayed...what she almost did..." there was disheartened in her words, "it almost brought that out of her. The poor girl. If those become unhinged there no chance of saving her. Even if her daughter has Anne's quirk, her level is greater than her mother's. But Anne's skill in the mind was formidable. Even after all these years, they're still in place."

Nezu agreed, yet partially, "You are quite right, however, even the Great Wall of China was breached." Recovery girl's heart jumped slightly, "Which is why we must make sure this time it is not. Now," his jovial smile returned, "I believe there is a solution to our little bump."

Recovery Girl smiled relieved knowing what he was thinking, it crossed her mind too and both knew it was perfect. Yes, the O'Neil girls would move there it made perfect sense, though of course they'd have to ask and there would be payment provided too. Eased now, the woman smiled quietly assuring Anne everything would be alright.

It was going to be alright, Tetsutetsu thought pumping himself up as he walked back into the arena for his second match, actually, it was nothing but a tie-breaker between him and Kirishima to see who would go on. Both of them having similar quirks it came down really to strength and durability. Actually, what it really came down to who's passion burned the most and he had been ignited. Setting his manliness to a new level he was confident he'd win. What provided him with this newfound indistinguishable passion had pink, from America, bright golden-yellow eyes, and left him with a swelled tongue; sat in the class 1-A section front row next to Izuku. Who's arm you held tightly, the upset him the more he thought about it. The smile you had in Izuku's presence was beaming, it branded itself in his mind on his walk through the hall to the arena.

The moment he heard your voice, his heart pounded in his chest like a drum of excitement and a tad bit of fear. What would he say to you? What should he do? He could simply smile, yeah that worked. Yeah, he would smile and say your name and maybe ask you to wish him luck. The idea was perfect until he saw the scene as he got closer. His heart stopped for a moment that he didn't realize he himself stopped right in the middle of the hall and stared brokenly at the link arm you had with Izuku. He turned away only to look when you accidentally bumped into him. Within those seconds he was able to get a whiff of fresh spring that reminded him of an open field of flowers. It heavenly or maybe his imagination was taking hold of him, either way, your scent was good, and at that moment, his mind envisioned himself and you standing in a garden holding hands. You had this smile on that radiated with the sun's rays that was directed at him. Before he could smile back, you had kindly apologized to him and before he could respond you were gone.

Overcome with zealous emotions shouted after you, "Please cheer for me!"

You stopped for a moment once the echo reached you, turned to him blinking a few times, before smiling. He wasn't sure what that meant but he took it and it's what was filling him. Returning his mind back to the present made it to the arena and stood across Kirishima. He was so lucky, having you in his class, Tetsutetsu quietly dropped his eyes to the side for a moment.

Noticing his crestfallen look, Kirishama arched a worried brow. "Hey, you okay man?"

"Yeah...yes!" Tetsutetsu affirmed bring his eyes up and ridding himself of that expression. Unaware of the soft tint of red spread across his cheeks. Puzzling Kirishima further.

"You sure?"

The red darkened a little, "Y-Yes! I'm fine!"

Shrugging Kirishima left it alone and readied himself for the match. From where you sat pleasantly wait for the match to start, smiling from ear to ear with a child-like eagerness. Your arm remained linked with Izuku's a little, Mashirao was back in his seat dropped his eyes to you, smiled a little knowing you were alright. Yet, he couldn't shake this twisted feeling his stomach had, looking from you to Izuku the knot twisted further. He wondered if Izuku had the same thought that passed his mind with you, about what happened during your match...what you almost did. What he prevented you from doing from shouting your name. It had to have crossed Izuku's mind, even as he smiled with you. There was an undertone of weariness Mashirao spotted, giving his stomach another hard twist.

He wasn't the only one either, across on the other side, Jun with one earphone in while Shinso had the other felt his stomach jumping and flopping around. He relatively kept tapping the top of his knee. Ignoring the match that had begun, a simple arm wrestle, his thoughts looked forward to the tie-breaker he'd have to endure against you. He was ready for it, he could do it. He could win. He would win. Pumping himself up, his mouth began to dry, and his stomach hardened like a rock. A part of him almost lurched forward, luckily he didn't; instead settled for the drips of sweat that pushed themselves out from the pores of his brow. Blinking once, saw you standing before him; eyes coldly and mercilessly glowing; not an ounce of emotion on your stone slab face. Not even a crack, shot a cold chill down his spine, that the moment he lifted his eyes your way sprung up from his seat.

Shinso flinched a little, eyed him uncertainly, ignoring it Jun ripped his earphone out and left without a word; just as Kirishima was declared the victor.