"This is Bakugo Mitsuki, who's this? Ah yes, I'll get him. Hold on."
Mitsuki set the phone aside on her desk, rose, walked out of her office onto the floor, and over to her husband's workstation.
Masaru stopped what he was doing and looked up.
"We have called," Mitsuki informed. "From UA."
April was shocked "Iida you're leaving? Why?"
Iida opened his mouth, quickly closing it. April spotted him on her way back from the restroom, walking away from the arena, so she stopped him. She could tell whatever it was close to the heart. His normal severe expression and uptight posture were rigid and slightly slouched. She didn't need her quirk to read his mind, he wore clear in his eyes even if they looked right through her.
"Iida," she took a step toward him, he moved aside and briskly walked around her.
"Excuse me but I need to go. Good luck with your future matches." He said tightly trying to hide the crack in his voice.
Now she was concerned, ignoring the crowd's cheers April hurried after him. Only for him to speed up, he was fast even without his quirk. April was careful to keep a good distance in case he activated his quirk. She called after him but received no response. The longer she chased him the faster he went, soon he was out of her range and she stopped watching him rush out the doors and the Sports Festival.
"Alright, everything seems in order dear," Recovery Girl confirmed, looking you over while you sat upright on one of the beds.
Mashirao, standing next to you, brought you in after finding you….sleeping in a room. You weren't quite sure how you got there or why you still were tired but you were grateful.
"Are you sure she's okay?" He asked concerned.
Though you sat up, you could barely keep your strength and energy leveled. Even with your coloration having returned, you still looked sulked. If Mashirao wasn't holding and helping you on your side, you would topple over.
"Possibly no," Recovery Girl admitted with worry.
In the distance, the next match started. Yours was after and there was certainly no way you could fight. If Recovery Girl kissed you again there was a high chance you'd pass out. What could be wrong, she pondered. You were fine just a moment ago and now…
"Set her down," she told Mashirao.
He did so carefully and remained by your side. Recovery Girl left, crossed over to her desk and picked up the phone.
"And another blow landed!" Present Mic jubilated, screaming into the mic.
Aiwaza remained stationed watching the fight when the phone rang.
"Hello?" He answers picking it up. "Huh. Okay. I'll be there."
Present Mic simmered the commentary allowing the match to speak for itself. Aiwaza stood up.
"Everything okay?" Present Mic turned to him noticing his friend set the phone back on the receiver and walk out of the box.
"I have to handle something."
"What about the next match? It might start soon."
"Can you hold it off? For a moment."
Hearing the concern in the stoic man's voice, Present Mic gave a nod and announced a quick intermission. Aiwaza arrived at Recovery Girl's room, he went straight to you and assist with your condition.
"How long?" He asked Recovery Girl without looking in her direction, making his way to you. He gave an acknowledging nod to Mashirao then gestured towards the door. "We have it. You can go."
Mashirao opened his mouth to object, Recovery Girl swiftly responded, "It's alright dear. She'll be fine. You don't want to miss the next match. Go on now."
Though still hesitant Mashirao leaves. The pro heroes wait until his footsteps receded.
"How long?" Awiaza repeated the question this time looking at Recovery Girl.
"Nearing an hour. Longer than before, normally two kisses would do. Three, I wouldn't consider. Her quirk regains control normally afterward, and well you know the rest. Something happened in her last match."
"I suspected something might have. Did you hear what she manifested?"
Recovery Girl nodded concerningly, lowering her eyes softly at you.
"Yes. Remnants are still there. Poor dear."
"Has Mr. O'Neil said anything?"
"Nothing. Though I'm quite sure he will. Speaking of Mr. O'Neil, there's something else you need to know," she said with gravity.
Mashirao finally returned to his seat, Kirishima noticed while also noticing your absent presence.
"Hey, where's May?" He inquired looking around with a raised brow followed by a harmless chuckle, "Did get lost again?"
From the class next to A-1 someone heard Kirishima's question and they nearly leaped from their seat if not for one of their classmates holding them down.
Mashirao shook his somberly, "No she's fine."
Hearing the tone in voice Kirishima stopped chuckling and offered concern.
"Well, that's good. So where is she then?" He looked around again, stopping when he noticed Mashirao's shoulders tense up and then slightly drop. "Is she okay?"
Before Mashirao could say anything Bakugo harshly interjected.
"Flat Face probably got lost at the bottom of a trash bin. Afraid of her next match."
"C'mon man that's a bit harsh," Kirishima defends, "she wasn't looking too well. Maybe her last match just exhausted her. From the look of it."
Bakugo scuffed with a grin, "Flat Face got a weak quirk if she can't keep herself whole. That other guy, with a weak quirk like his, nearly wiped her out. Americans are weak!"
"Dude" Kirishima tried shushing him keeping a steady eye on Ralph who heard Bakugo.
The hot-headed turtle remained still, but that didn't stop a wisp of smoke from emitting from the top of his head. Those sitting close slowly moved as Raph's seat began charring. Quickly Kirishima got up and went over to Raph and tried to keep him calm while shooting nervous looks back at Bakugo to stop. It didn't work.
"Only two out of six made it. Pff, what a disgrace," Bakugo raved on, snarling with humor, "I thought the country was strong? Guess not. The two weakest made it and one of them can barely scrap by in each match."
Kaminari shook his head, "Don't think that's rather nice to say."
The smoke from Raph began darkening and his seat now started melting, Kirishima kept trying to keep him calm. "He didn't mean it. It's...a...a... joke. Yeah." He nervously chuckled, turning to Bakugo with a cutting-throat motion.
Raph shot Kirishima a flared looked, finding his attempt to cool him worthless. Leo, sitting not too far away smelled the burning material and cut his conversation with Momo, turning his attention to Raph and finally hearing Bakugo's words.
"Excuse me," Leo tells Momo politely and gets up. He hurries over to Raph, "I have it. Thank you." He tells Kirishima with an appreciative nod.
Unsure if he should leave Kirishima slowly steps back and lets Leo take over. Leo stood by Raph, kneeled, and whispered something in his ear. The others uncertainly waited for the outcome. Raph let out a hardened grunt and heated mutter before giving a nod to Leo and cooling down. Kirishima sighed long relieved, wiping his brow.
"That's good,"he mutters and heads back to his seat.
"Hey," Leo calls after him, Kirishima turns around as Leo makes his way to him and extends a hand, "thanks."
Kirishima was stunned for a moment, "Yeah, sure," he grins broadly taking Leo's hand, "no problem. Sorry about that." He whispers low enough to ensure Bakugo didn't hear.
The two firmly shake.
"It's alright," Leo assures with a modest smile, "Raph can be a bit of a hothead. So it's easy to set him off."
Kirishima laughed, "I know what you mean. He's got a pretty cool quirk. Your whole family does, honestly. I shouldn't be surprised considering your family. And your skills in the arena, it does uphold the Hamato name."
"Thanks. We intend to. All this is rather new to us," Leo admits taking his hand back and glancing over at his brothers.
Mikey was flopped over some seats rather bored and whining for the next fight to start. Donnie sat in deep thought. April was chatting away with Ochaco with Tsuyu, who joined them.
Leo chuckled softly to himself turning back to Kirishima, "Well some of us. Hey, why don't you come over sometime to our place?"
Kirishima pointed at himself, surprised again, "What!? Me seriously? Yeah! Alright! Maybe I can learn a thing or two from you guys. If that's cool."
"Sure. I'm sure my father wouldn't mind," Leo agreed, "Let me know and we'll set a time and day."
With that Leo left and went back to his seat. Kirishima gave a nod and returned to his seat. The second he sat down Kaminari rushed him with Mina. Bakugo frown darkened, he hadn't anything to say and sat with a fuming look at the Americans. Mashirao too took his seat, his thoughts remained on you.
Where you okay?, he pondered, Why did Aiwaza need to come?
Many questions filled his mind he blocked out the world around him. He went looking for you after your match and found you asleep in the waiting room, cold as...concrete. That last match... nearly took you out. Was it part of your quirk? It had to be. It just had to be. He dove deeper into his thoughts stopping when your face suddenly popped up, with that bright smile. The same one you had during the ambush at the training grounds. Though it produced a small smile on his lips, it set a sinking feeling in him.
He should be there when you woke up, just like last time. He or Midoriya, you responded well to their presence. And-
"Mashirao, where's May?" Izuku's concerned voice cuts through his thoughts, bringing Mashirao back.
The world came back and Mashirao looked up finding his classmate with concern across his face looking down at him. It took Mashirao a moment to register Izuku's question and to answer.
"She's still with Recovery Girl," he tells Izuku.
Izuku didn't hide his surprise and confusion, "Still there?! Why? Is she okay?"
Mashirao's momentary silence became his answer. Worry now poured into Izuku's eyes and before Mashirao could say anything he bolted up the stairs and into the hall. Mashirao lept from his seat and followed. Izuku's heart pounded against his chest it echoed through the empty halls, he had a feeling something wasn't right. The way you passed out after your last match, and the tremendous power you showed, showed everyone against Jun. Though it was magnificent it...it was...that final move you were about to...produce over your head. The energy you collected into a sphere that grew and grew, doubling in size...the deadly, quiet rage in your eyes...your skin changing to that dark chalk color until the very last bit of...color from you faded and then...
Izuku shut his eye for a moment, and his screams to you echoed. He shouted at you...and then...his eyes snapped open. His voice had reached you and stopped the attack. Did he do the right thing because...after all that, though you stood, you took one step in his direction and before everyone...collapsed. His heart dropped.
He should have gone after you...when were carried away but...he didn't and...
Shoving those thoughts aside Izuku focused on reaching Recovery Girl. He was nearly there and pushed harder, the sign appeared in the distance. Izuku's heart lept with joy as he closed the distance. Just a few more feet and reached the door. His hand shot out to the doorknob, grasped it, turned it and...
It was locked!
The door was locked!
Mashirao came to Izuku's side a few seconds after and noticed the bewildered look on Izuku's face.
"What is it?" Mashirao asked concerningly, as tightness formed in his throat from what Izuku said.
"It's...locked."