A/N: I do not own Transformers or My Hero Academia.

The Will of a Prime

Slowly, groggily, Optimus Prime opened his eyes to the familiar white ceiling of a hospital room. His body was sore, and his head spun around so much, or maybe it was the room.

Recovery Girl: I have to say, I'm impressed it took you so long to get back here. Knowing how reckless you are, I expected you to show up right after you kept those Zero Pointers from crushing those other kids.

Despite his tired state, Optimus chuckled. She reminded him so much of Ratchet.

Optimus: Glad to hear... that I managed to exceed your expectations.

Recovery Girl: Boy, at this point, I expect you to end up in my infirmary at least once a week. When you knock that number down to once every two weeks, you'll impress me. Just be glad you aren't as ruffed up as Sero and Midoriya after fighting this prodigy.

Optimus then turned and saw Shoto Todoroki sitting in the bed next to him. The boy was covered in bandages. The duel-eyed boy refused to look Optimus in the eyes, expressing guilt and pain on his face.

Recovery Girl: You did quite a number on Todoroki here, but some of that's his fault. Lots of cuts and bruising, maybe a concussion or two. His body's also suffering from extreme temperature change, going from extreme cold to hot too quickly. If he spent more time using his whole Quirk, he wouldn't be suffering from such ailments. He's also extremely exhausted from pushing his Quirk too far. Not unlike another certain idiot I know.

Optimus was too tired to wince at the insult.

Optimus: What happened while we were unconscious?

Recovery Girl: After you passed out, you were rushed here to the infirmary. I quickly assured everyone that there was no need to panic, as you had only collapsed due to an overuse of your Quirk. Your friends wanted to come check on you, but I told them to leave and let you rest.

She then had a smug smirk on her old wrinkly face.

Recovery Griil: That Yaoyarozu girl was especially worried about you.

Optimus struggled to raise a brow in confusion at her words. Why was she smiling like that when she mentioned Momo?

Recovery Girl soon became serious again as she continued.

Recovery Girl: The second match of the Semi-Final was put on hold to repair the damage you two did to the stadium. You didn't damage it as badly as Todoroki and Midoriya, but they still needed time to fix it. They just finished before you woke up. Bakugou and Tokoyami's match has probably started already.

At the mention of Katsuki and Fumikage, Optimus' face grew contemplative as he thought of the former. Recovery Girl noticed his look.

Recovery Girl: Normally, I would strongly advise you to forfeit the tournament and focus on resting. But I know you too well by now. You're planning on facing him, even when you have no chance of winning.

Optimus barely had enough strength to nod, but he managed.

Recovery Girl: Why? You know that kid has had it out for you since the beginning. He won't be showing an ounce of mercy to you, even if you can barely move a muscle. There's no shame in dropping out now, especially after winning second place from a prodigy like Todoroki.

Optimus: I know.

Recovery Girl: So why are you so insistent on facing Bakugou?

As Optimus thought about it, his mind went to Megatron. He couldn't save his former brother, and because of that failure Cybertron, as well as the Earth from his original Universe, suffered greatly for it. He saw much of Megatron in Katsuki. The pride, ego, as well as the confidence the two had in themselves. Which was why he was so terrified. Terrified that if nothing changed, Katsuki would become another Megatron, and this world may suffer from it. He couldn't let it happen, not again.

Optimus: This may be my one chance to keep history from repeating itself.

Recovery Girl saw the determination in his eyes and sighed. There would be no talking him out of it.

Recovery Girl: I swear, if I didn't know the truth about you, I would have thought you and Toshinori were related, given how stubborn you both are.

She then took her needle cane and made her way to the door.

Recovery Girl: If you're serious about facing off against Bakugou in the finals, then I would rest as much as you can before your fight. That way you might survive.

And with that, she left the two patients alone to rest for however long they could.

Shoto: I'm sorry.

Optimus blinked as he looked over at Shoto, who spoke for the first time since he woke up.

Shoto: It's my fault. I asked you–begged you–to show me your true power. And in doing so, I ended up draining you too much for your match in the finale. Because of me, you won't be able to win the Sports Festival. I'm sorry... Optimus.

Optimus looked at Shoto, disbelief in his features. This was why he looked to be in pain. Because he felt guilty about ruining Optimus' chance in the Sports Festival.

Optimus: Shoto... I do not care if I win the Sports Festival.

Shoto's eyes widened as he turned to look at the Prime.

Optimus: I had mentioned I was never one for sports. If I'm being completely honest, I am not overly fond of the Sports Festival itself. It just seemed to me like a waste of time and a place where only those who are seen as "special" in the eyes of the public can truly thrive while others are cast out. If I had a choice, I might've elected to not participate in it at all.

He then had a small smile as he looked at Shoto.

Optimus: But I also understood how important this festival was to each of you. So I decided I would do my best in the festival, to help you all succeed and become even greater heroes. If I was able to help even one of you in any way possible, then I would be satisfied with my performance, regardless of where I ended up in the end.

His smile then became sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head.

Optimus: Plus, I will admit, that despite my reservations surrounding the festival, I have enjoyed competing with everyone, as well as assuring everyone watching that the next generation of heroes is strong enough to protect them. So there is no need to feel guilty.

Shoto looked at Optimus in awe. How could someone so strong, be so gentle and kind at the same time, especially so young? Optimus soon frowned in shame.

Optimus: Besides, it is me who should be apologizing to you.

Shoto tilted his head.

Shoto: For what?

Optimus: For the things I said during the match.

Shoto's eyes became downcast as he thought about Optimus' words to him. About how he was as undersing to be a hero as his father, and that his mother would be ashamed of him.

Optimus: I tried to get you to see the error of your ways, but that is no excuse. Mentioning your mother was crossing a line. I apologize for doing so and hope you can forgive me.

Shoto looked at Optimus. He had just assured Shoto that he needed no apologies, only to ask Shoto to accept his for his harsh, yet true, words.

Shoto: You don't need to apologize Optimus. Besides, a lot of what you said was right. I was letting my pride, as well as my anger and hate blind me to the truth. That I can't be the best hero I can be with just my ice. I need to accept every part of myself, even the parts I hate at times if I'm going to be the best version of myself. If I can't do that, especially when someone is in danger, then I don't deserve to be a hero.

He then looked at his left side.

Shoto: As for my mother... Your right. She would be ashamed of me. She is ashamed of me. Ashamed that I was born with my father's eyes. So much so, that she poured boiling water over my eyes. She hates me.

Optimus: I do not believe that for a second.

Shoto was taken aback by the conviction and certainty in Optimus' voice.

Optimus: While I have never grown up with a mother's embrace, I have watched the interactions between a parent and child. And after witnessing them, I cannot believe that a mother would truly ever hate their child, just for such a thing as having their father's eyes.

His mind returned to the interactions between Jack and his mother, June. While she was harsh and strict with him many times, even going as far as to tell him off for dragging the kids into this, he could see her actions, and her anger came from a place of love. And he knew any real mother, would love their children, no matter how they looked.

Optimus: Have you ever spoken with your mother? After what happened?

Shoto looked down.

Shoto: No. The mental hospital she's in allows visitors, but I haven't gone to see her once since she's been admitted. I've been too afraid, afraid to hear her words, her cries, her shouts of hatred.

His whole body was trembling, recalling the many nightmares he had. His mother cursed his existence, wishing he was never born, the pain in her cries, all because of him.

His trembling stopped when he felt a comforting hand placed on his shoulder. He looked to the side and saw Optimus, standing on shaky legs next to his bed, clutching the IV stand almost like a cane with his other hand.

Optimus: I am sorry you had to experience all that growing up, no child should ever have to go through such pain. However, as much as it pains me to say this, if you truly wish to leave the past behind you, you will need to confront it and find some form of closure.

Shoto wanted to argue with Optimus, to tell him he was wrong, but he knew better. Optimus was seldom ever wrong when it came to matters like this. Which prompted him to ask a question.

Shoto: Has that ever helped you? Getting closure, I mean. Has that helped you at all?

Optimus looked down in thought.

Optimus: There is much in my past that haunts me, even to this day, that I never found closure for. But the things I have found closure in, even if it wasn't positive, have helped me move on.

Shoto could hear the pain, the agony in his voice as he spoke those words, causing him to bow his head in shame as he recalled the conversation he had with Optimus and Midoriya after the Calvary Battle.

Shoto: I'm sorry about what I said. About how you know nothing about pain in loss. You've lost more than me, more than I can probably comprehend.

Optimus: Apology accepted, Shoto.

The two sat in comfortable silence, Optimus moving to sit back down on his bed.

Shoto then cleared his throat.

Shoto: If I do decide to go visit her, my mother that is, would you... come with me?

Optimus widened his eyes in surprise, shocked that Shoto would want him there for an incredibly personal moment.

Shoto: It's just, that I'm not sure I can do this alone, and I'd rather not drag my siblings involved. Plus, you and Midoriya are the only ones who know my situation, and no offense to Midoriya, but he can be a bit...

Optimus: Overly emotional?

Shoto: Yeah...

Optimus couldn't exactly refute that. He recalled the time he visited the Midoriya household a few weeks back. Both Izuku and his mother got so emotional, that they ended up flooding the entire floor of their apartment complex, as well as several floors below it.

He had no idea humans could leak so much fluid from their optics.

Pushing thoughts of leaky optics aside, Optimus focused on Shoto.

Optimus: I would be happy to go with you to visit your mother Shoto. Just let me know when would be best.

Shoto shot the Prime a grateful smile.

Shoto: Thank you.

The two sat once again in comfortable silence before the sound of distant explosions went off and the P.A. system went off.

Present Mic: Looks like Bakugou K.O.d Tokoyami! He's now advancing to the finals!

Optimus' face soon became grave.

Optimus: "It's almost time now."

It took around half an hour for the preparations for the final match to be complete. At that time, Optimus had left the infirmary, once again against the advice of Recovery Girl, and walked to his waiting room.

Walked was generous though. Optimus limped the whole way there, leaning on the wall constantly for support, many times falling to his knees. His vision was blurry and his head constantly felt like it was spinning. And more often than not, he was tempted to vomit, but he managed just barely to catch himself.

He managed to make it to the waiting room and collapsed onto a chair, his body sprawled on it. His breathing was heavy. Perhaps now would be a good time for some rest.

BAM!

His combat instincts went into overdrive and his fatigue was forgotten for the briefest of moments. He shot up from his seat, transforming his hand into a blaster, and pointed it at the door, prepared to fire.

Only for his eyes to widen when he saw who the intruder was.

Optimus: Katsuki?

Indeed, Katsuki Bakugou stood at the doorway, his foot extended from kicking the door open, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

The adrenaline left Optimus as his hand transformed back to flesh and he collapsed back into his chair, even more tired than before.

Optimus: What are you doing here?

Katsuki: I should be asking you that, Robo-Boy?! What are you doing in my–

He stopped, as if realizing something. He then leaned out of the doorway and looked at the label on the room.

Katsuki: Crap, this is the waiting room number two.

Oh. So he had gotten the rooms mixed up, that's why he was here. Still, did he need to kick the door open?

Katsuki took notice of how Optimus seemed to ignore him after sitting back down, irritating him.

Katsuki: All right fine, so I may have walked into the wrong room. But don't think that means I won't be on top a' my game, you got that?

He then slammed his hand on the table and let out an explosion to help get his point across.

Katsuki: You better bring all you got to this, Robo-Boy!

Optimus was too tired to react to any of Katsuki's taunts, or his drama-queen nature. And the blonde took great offense to that.

Katsuki: You better not hold back on me like you have on everyone else this entire festival. I want the entire world to know that I beat you at your best!

With that, Katsuki moved to leave, but before he did, Optimus called out to him.

Optimus: Why are you so obsessed with winning?

Katsuki stopped and looked over his shoulder.

Katsuki: Huh?

Optimus: I've noticed it since school started. Out of everyone here, you have an almost unhealthy obsession with achieving victory, even going so far as to almost seriously hurt your classmates to achieve victory. Why are you so obsessed with achieving victory over others?

Katsuki looked at him with an almost dumbfounded expression, as if he asked the stupidest question ever. He then answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Katsuki: Because a true hero always wins.

Optimus' eyes widened slightly at the answer.

Optimus: What?

Katsuki: Real heroes, like All Might, always win, no matter how hard the fight is, and achieve total victory over the villains. That's the definition of a real hero, always achieving victory, no matter the odds.

Optimus now understood Katsuki. For his whole life, he attributed the idea of being a hero, to victory. A flawed and naive idea that has become the basis for Katsuki's ideal of heroism. Optimus couldn't blame the boy, it was the fault of society for enforcing such beliefs, especially on one so young.

But Katsuki couldn't be further from the truth.

Optimus: You're wrong.

That caused the bomber to freeze as he looked at Optimus with shrunken pupils.

Katsuki: What?

Optimus: Heroes don't always win. Most of the time, they lose.

He thought of all his losses and failures. All the people he couldn't save, the battles he lost. It all came rushing back to his mind.

Katsuki was oblivious to the Prime's pain, his mind filled with white-hot rage as this foreigner just insulted not only his beliefs but also his hero All Might.

He then snatched Optimus roughly by the collar of his shirt and shoved his face directly into the Prime's, their noses almost touching.

Katsuki: Then they're not real heroes! Look at All Might! He's the greatest hero in the world, and that's because he never loses! He always wins! Just like I will! I'll soon surpass him and become an even stronger hero! One that will never lose!

Optimus looked at Katsuki with pity, which only infuriated the blonde further. He was tempted to explode this extra's metal butt here and now!

But no, now was not the right time. He'd settle this in the arena. He then let go of Optimus' gym uniform and threw him back to his seat, the Prime groaning from the sudden movements.

Katsuki: I don't care what you think. I don't care about whatever speech or other bullcrap you may want to share. All you have to do is fight at your best so that I can prove to the whole world I'm stronger than you.

And with that, Katsuki left the room, slamming the door behind him as he did.

As he walked down the hall, a sinister smile on his face.

Katsuki: "Let's see him try to use any of those transformations or that weird power on me when I'm bombing the whole stadium. I'll show the world what a champion looks like."

A few more minutes passed, leaving Optimus alone with his thoughts. Thinking on Katsuki's words, as well as his beliefs. How was he going to reach him?

P.A.: Could the contestants please make their way to the stadium now?

At the call, Optimus moved to stand from his chair, the simple action proving to be an uphill battle for the exhausted Prime.

He then left the waiting room and made his way down the hall to the entrance of the arena, but he was moving unbelievably slow. His legs were trembling, his shoulders slumped forward, his vision blurry, and his head spinning. He tried to steady himself by leaning on the wall, but that wasn't helping much.

At this rate, he wouldn't even make it arena before they disqualified him.

His foot then slipped and he fell forward. He was expecting to land face-first onto the hard metal floor, but someone caught him. And a soft voice whispered in his ears.

?: I got you Optimus.

His eyes widened as he heard that voice. It was distorted, but he couldn't help the hope and longing that surged in his chest, so he turned to the source.

Optimus: E-Elita...?

He felt the person holding him stiffen. Blinking, his vision cleared as he saw it was not his first love holding him, but instead...

Optimus: Momo?

Indeed, Momo Yaoyarozu was the one who had caught him, placing a palm on his chest and another on his back to support him. She had a small, strained smile on her face.

Optimus: What are you doing here?

She looked away, blushing slightly.

Momo: I figured you might be struggling to move around after using that power of yours. So I thought you might need some help. Looks like I was right.

That was only part of the reason.

When Todoroki returned to Class 1-A's booth, he shared with the class how weak Optimus currently was due to using his power, a guilty expression on his face. Mina then loudly proclaimed that someone should probably go and check on Optimus.

Momo instantly jumped at the opportunity, stating it was her duty as Vice Rep to check on her fellow Rep and ensure he was okay. No one argued with her, but she saw the wink Mina threw her, and could feel Toru's gaze, even though she was invisible.

When she saw him in the hall, she was shocked at how much he was struggling. Since they reunited in U.A., she always associated Optimus Prime with an unparalleled idea of strength, a person who could shoulder the burdens of the entire world.

To see him struggle to stand was such a jarring experience for her that she froze in shock. But she quickly snapped out of it and rushed to catch him.

Optimus had a grateful smile on his face.

Optimus: I'm grateful for the help you gave me Momo, but you should get back to the class. I'll be fine.

Momo turned back to look at him, an unimpressed frown on her face.

Momo: I highly doubt that. You look like you're about to collapse. And need I remind you, that if you don't show up to the arena soon, they'll disqualify you.

Optimus: But–

Momo: And besides...

Momo turned away, her cheeks having a dust of pink.

Momo: You carried me when I had almost no strength to move. I simply wish to repay my debt to you.

Optimus was about to counter that there was no debt, but before he could open his mouth she looked back at him. Her expression was that of a knit brow and a stern frown, causing Optimus to almost freeze.

It may be because he was utterly exhausted, but that expression on Momo's face was the same one Elita-One would throw him when he was being, as she so 'eloquently' put it, "more stubborn than a high councilor with a metal rod up their rear shaft".

And it had the same effect now as it did back then. He relented and gave Momo a grateful smile.

Optimus: Very well. Thank you, Momo.

Momo's stern expression soon faded into a gentle smile as she carried Optimus down the hall, his right arm hanging over body shoulder.

As they walked down the hall, Momo tried to calm her racing heart so that Optimus wouldn't hear it being so close to her. She was ecstatic that she was able to do much to help her crush and inspiration. But when she looked back at Optimus, her frown returned, this time in contemplation as she thought about the name he mentioned when he saw her. And the way blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he said that name.

Momo: "Who's Elita?"

Present Mic: Welcome to the final battle of the U.A. High School Sports Festival! In just a moment we'll see which first years come out on top!

The crowd shared Mic's enthusiasm as they cheered in anticipation.

Present Mic: Yes, it all comes down to this, folks! From the hero course, Katsuki Bakugou!

The crowd was cheering for the blond bomber, but he also picked up on some booing as he made his way to the stage. He paid those extras no mind. Once he whipped the floor with Robo-boy, he'd show the whole world he was the strongest there is in U.A.!

Present Mic: Versus his classmate, Optimus Prime!

Everyone's attention turned to the other entrance, waiting for the crowd favorite to appear, but no one stepped out.

*Awkward silence*

Present Mic: (Clears throat) Versus his classmate Optimus Prime!

Still, no one emerged from the tunnel.

Present Mic: (Whispers in his mic) Come on Prime, that's your cue.

Aizawa: He's probably not gonna show up.

His comment caused everyone in the stadium to look up at the announcement booth.

Present Mic: What do you mean?

Aizawa: I got confirmation from Recovery Girl. In that last fight with Todoroki, Prime ended up using a powerful aspect of his Quirk, one that left him incredibly exhausted after use, which was why he fell unconscious after his fight with Todoroki, despite winning. In her professional opinion, she thinks Prime should sit out this final round.

Present Mic: So what, should we just call it off and end the festival here and now, after all the hyping I just did?

Aizawa: That's just her professional opinion though, which is highly valued. Just be patient and see what happens. "Though knowing that kid, he's not gonna be finishing this Sports Festival in a hospital bed."

Katsuki scowled as he tapped his foot impatiently. He saw Robo-Boy in the waiting room, so there was no way he was sitting this fight out. So what was taking him so long? Did he chicken out or something? No way! After everything he's done since coming to U.A., there was no way that metal bastard was gonna get out of this without facing him.

At the entrance to the tunnel, Optimus and Momo were just before the exit to the arena. Now that they arrived at their destination, Optimus moved slowly to untangle himself from Momo.

Optimus: Thank you Momo. I'll take it from here.

Momo: Are you sure? I don't mind carrying you to the arena if I have to. Do you need me to make you a cane to help you walk? Or–

Optimus held up his hand, which silenced Momo, however, he looked at her with a grateful expression.

Optimus: I appreciate all you've done to help me Momo, truly I do. But I need to do this myself. You could get in serious trouble for assisting a classmate, and I wouldn't want that.

Momo was saddened that she couldn't do more to help him, but she stopped when she saw him flash her a gentle smile.

Optimus: I am grateful for all you've done to help me, Momo. I couldn't have made it here without you. I'm in your debt.

She was about to wave him off, saying that he owed her no such thing, that she was the one who owed him so much, but stopped herself as something came to mind.

Momo: Well if you want to pay me back, promise me one thing.

Optimus looked at her, waiting to hear her request.

Momo: Please be careful.

Optimus blinked in confusion. What was she talking about? He was always careful.

Momo: You're pushing yourself way too hard right now. I don't know the reason behind why you're trying so hard to fight someone so intent on hurting you, but I don't care. I want you to walk out of that arena alive and okay.

Optimus looked at Momo in surprise. Did she worry this much about him? Seeing such concern and fear on her face, for his sake, caused guilt to gnaw at his heart. He didn't mean to cause her so much distress.

Optimus: I'm sorry to worry you so much Momo. I'll try my best not to go overboard to where my life is threatened, but I have to face Katsuki.

Momo saw the determination in his eyes. Seeing the determination in them prompted her to ask–

Momo: Why?

If Optimus had his wits about him, and if it was anybody else, he might've kept silent, but he answered her honestly.

Optimus: I need to make sure he's not another Megatron.

Momo was shocked. Not that he answered her, but at the pain and even fear that was on his face and in his voice as he said that name. In all the time she's known Optimus Prime, he didn't appear to be afraid of anything. Charging ahead fearlessly, never hesitating to help others, no matter the cost to himself.

But that name he mentioned, Megatron. It was a name unlike she'd ever heard before, but it invoked so much fear and dread from Optimus, unlike any she'd heard from him. What kind of person could this Megatron have been, to invoke such fear and worry from Optimus?

She wanted to ask, to learn more about the person she admired most, but she didn't press it. She didn't want to come charging in like a bull and attempt to smash the walls he put around himself, as well as shatter any of the trust they'd built. She wanted to wait until he felt comfortable enough to share it with her.

Momo: Very well. I shall respect your wishes.

Optimus was surprised. He hadn't meant to let slip Megatron's name, and he was certain Momo heard the pain in his voice. But she didn't ask for details. He knew humans were curious beings, especially those with gifted intelligence like Momo, Izuku, and Rafael. So to see that she wasn't pressing for more information surprised the Prime.

It was also a tremendous relief. He didn't want to delve into the darker aspects of his past. He wasn't ready. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be ready to share those parts of himself with others. Maybe at the right time, and with the right person. But not now, and certainly not here.

Besides, right now, he had a match to get to. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself for the fight.

He then took one unsteady step forward, almost collapsing. Momo prepared to rush to help him, but he held out his hand to stop her. He then took another step, managing to stay upright just barely.

And then another.

And another.

Another.

Another.

Momo looked on at Optimus' will to continue walking on his own. It was as if he was a toddler struggling to walk. Painful to watch, with the desperation to step in to help, but the desire to stand back, and watch in amazement as that small lifeform took its first steps. It was inspiring.

As she watched him walk into the light outside the dark tunnel, she clasped her hands together and gave a silent prayer that he would succeed in his goal... and come back safely to her.

The light of the sun was blinding, and the ringing in his ears drowned out the cheers from the crowd. But still, he pressed on to the stage, struggling to get his feet up the stone steps onto the arena proper.

Midnight took note of his condition and frowned in concern. Optimus was pale, sweat running down his face, and his posture limp, a strong contrast to the aura of confidence he gave off at the start of the festival.

Midnight: Are you sure you're okay to continue? There's no shame in backing out now.

Optimus looked over to her and nodded. Midnight bit her lip in contemplation. While she may come off as a pervert who enjoys seeing the passion of youth, she cared about each of her students deeply and wanted to do everything in her power to protect them, especially from themselves.

But seeing the determination in those bright beautiful orbs, she sighed in defeat. There would be no convincing him. He was a man on a mission.

She looked up at the announcement booth and nodded, giving Mic the final confirmation for the match to begin.

Present Mic: Now that the gang's all here, let's get started, folks! Once again, it's the finale of the U.A. Sports Festival. We have in one corner, Optimus Prime from the Hero Course! Versus his classmate Katsuki Bakkugou!

Hanta: I can't believe Optimus showed up.

Denki: Yeah. After the power he unleashed in his match with Todoroki and then passing out after, I wouldn't blame the guy for wanting to call it a day. That's a real Pro right there.

Tsuyu: But is that such a good idea? To me, it looks like he can barely stand.

Ochaco: And he's going up against Bakugou.

Ochaco rubbed her bruises from her match with Bakugou, remembering how ruthless the blonde bomber could be.

Eijiro: But that's what makes Optimus so awesome! His body is so close to whithering away while facing a strong opponent, but still pushing forward, that's the manliest thing of all time.

Fumikage: Indeed. While Prime's light may have dimmed, it is far from extinguished.

Mina: But that won't save him from Bakugou. If anything it may make him try harder to take down OP.

Rikkido: Yeah. Seems like since the beginning Bakugou has had it out for Prime. Not surprising since he's been taking first in almost everything since school started.

Toru: Yeah. The entrance exam, Aizawa's test, the battle trials, and the USJ. Optimus has come out on top in all of them so far. No wonder Bakugou would be pissed.

Mashiro: And this is his chance to prove to everyone else here that he's the strongest. You can bet he won't hold back. Especially with Optimus looking as weak as he does now.

Shoto, who sat a little bit away from the others, looked down in guilt.

Minoru: What about you Midoriya? How do you think this fight's gonna go down?

Everyone looked to the greenette, almost expecting him to suddenly begin writing down in his journal and muttering. But he wasn't doing either of those things. He was silent. Just staring down at the field as he was about to watch his former childhood friend and his best friend, battle it out for victory.

Izuku: I think... that the outcome of this fight will be the last thing any of us expected.

Tomura Shigaraki watched this next match with great interest. He was almost too afraid to do it, after seeing the level of power that Prime brat unleashed with Endeavor's spawn, remembering how that kid overwhelmed the Nomu designed to kill All Might at the USJ.

But Sensei and Kurogiri talked him into it. Saying it would be good to scout out his greatest threat's weaknesses. And he was glad he did because even a blind person could tell that Prime was in no condition to fight.

Tomura: So he becomes weak after using that special light show of his? Good to know.

He wrote down those notes on a notepad he had with him. He suspected that was the case, given how weak he looked after sending the Nomu flying. But still, despite being weak, he managed to cut off his fingers.

He looked down to his left hand, his lost fingers were quickly replaced with prosthetics. But that meant little if he couldn't use his quirk with his hand. He lost half of his fighting strength with one blow.

Both Sensei and the Doctor assured him that if he practiced hard enough, he could use his Quirk without all 5 fingers. But that would mean less time playing video games and more time in Quirk training. That annoyed the psychopathic manchild to no end.

He was looking forward to his revenge. He didn't know when that would be, but sooner or later, he would make Optimus Prime pay for what he did to him.

Katsuki was shaking.

If anyone asked, he would have said he was shaking with excitement. After all, why wouldn't he? He now had his chance to put Robo-Boy in his place! He'd finally prove to everyone in this school, this stadium, and the entire world, that he was the strongest. He'd prove to them all that he was the next All Might! Not this foreign nobody from across the sea.

But that wasn't the truth.

He was shaking because he was afraid.

Seeing Robo-Boy unleash that much power in his fight with Icyhot sent a chill down his spine, reminding him of how the metal bastard took down that monster in place of All Might. At only 15, the extra was already on the same level of power as All Might in his prime. If he was already this strong now, how strong would he be in their second year, or third year, of when they graduated, or years after that?

Katsuki quickly shook his head to rid himself of these thoughts. It didn't matter how strong the bastard was! He would just have to go beyond, plus ultra his metal butt. He already had a whole plan in mind for how he was gonna take this extra down.

But before that...

Katsuki: Hey Robo-Boy!

His shout got Optimus' attention.

Katsuki: Don't even think about holding back against me! You're gonna need everything you showed in your fight with Icyhot and more if you want to beat me! So don't you dare look down on me by holding yourself back! You got that!

Optimus looked at the boy with tired confusion. What in Trion's beard was he talking about? Does he not see how tired Optimus is right now?

Midnight: Ready...

Katsuki quickly got into a stance, ready to pounce as soon as possible. Optimus merely got into his own stance, but given his weakened state, his stance was poor.

Midnight: START!

BOOM!

Not a nanosecond later when the signal was given, Katsuki shot forward with a powerful explosion, closing the distance between the two opponents. Optimus tried to transform his hands into something to counter him, but his body was too tired to try and attempt anything. But before Katsuki was on him–

BOOM!

He fired off an explosion to his right which caused his trajectory to change to the left, completely evading Optimus. He fired off several small, quick explosions which maneuvered him right behind Optimus. He then brought his hands together, his palms flashing.

Katsuki: Take this!

BOOM!

A large explosion erupted from his hands, hitting Optimus square in the back. The blast sent him flying forward, crashing face-first on the ground.

Katsuki had a small smirk of triumphant, being able to knock Optimus off his feet. He then got himself prepared for anything else the extra tried. But after a few tense seconds, Optimus lay still on the ground, causing Katsuki to frown.

Why wasn't Robo-Boy moving? Why didn't he do anything to try and counter him? He was sure that Prime would have some sort of counter ready for whatever he did, he always did. But he just stood there and took his explosion head-on, not even trying to defend himself.

Did he think he was strong enough to tank his attacks without defending himself? If so, then the metal bastard was dead wrong, as evident he went flying from one explosion. But Robo-Boy was made of tougher stuff than that. So why wasn't he getting up?

Midnight: Optimus! Are you okay?

She got no immediate response and was about to call the match in Katsuki's win, but Optimus's body soon began to stir before slowly rising. The action caused his muscles to burn and his head to spin, but he pushed through the fatigue and rose to his feet. He turned to face Katsuki and raised his fists.

Katsuki smirked, glad to see the fight wasn't out of his rival. It wouldn't count if he won so easily.

Katsuki: That's more like it!

He then charged at the Prime, who threw a telegraphed punch which Katsuki easily ducked under. He then placed his hand up against Optimus' stomach and let out an explosion. The point-blank attack made Optimus cry out in pain as he fell to his knees. Katsuki then spun around his back and let out an explosion in his side, causing him to roll over.

Many people in the audience were wincing as they watched this 'fight'. And Class 1-A was no exception.

Hanta: Man, talk about brutality.

Rikkido: I knew could be harsh Bakugou against opponents, his match with Ururaka showed that. But to see Optimus get beat on, and not able to fight back.

Fumikage: Indeed, it is a difficult sight for anyone to behold.

Tsuyu: (Worriedly) Ribbit.

Ocahco particularly winced in sympathy for Optimus. While Bakugou was indeed harsh on her, he never had any real malice aimed toward her, not like he did Optimus.

Shoto just looked even more guilty seeing Optimus' suffering.

Izuku just looked down in contemplation.

Momo was watching from the tunnel entrance and was biting her nails nervously.

Tomura was watching the match with so much glee, seeing that brat just his but handed to him.

BOOM!

A blast to his chest.

BOOM!

An explosion in his ribs.

POW!

A kick to his legs!

BOOM!

A blast to his face.

Over and over, Katsuki bombarded Optimus with explosions and blows. His gym uniform was in tears and covered in soot. His hair was a mess, and his face was covered in sweat.

Seeing his biggest rival in such a miserable and pathetic state, one that he put him in, should have brought great joy and satisfaction to Katsuki. But instead, all he felt was anger, like he was cheated.

This wasn't the overwhelming victory against Robo-Boy that he wanted. He didn't want to beat on a cripple who could barely stand, much less fight back. He wanted to beat his opponent at his best, to show everyone that he was indeed the best. If he beat Optimus Prime like this, no way would anyone see him as the strongest, only as some boy who lucked his way to victory because his opponent was too tired.

But there was something else about Prime that enraged the blonde bomber. It was that no matter what he threw at him, no matter how powerful his explosions were, despite being in a weakened state. He. Just. Kept. Getting. Back. Up!

And that infuriated Katsuki Bakugou!

It reminded him too much of Deku, and anything having to do with that nerd always seemed to send him into a rage. Seeing that blazing determination coming from someone weak always annoyed Katsuki. It was like Deku thought himself better than Katsuki, even when he was pretending to be a Quirkless loser. And he saw that same look in Optimus Prime. As if that metal bastard was looking down on him, despite getting his skid pipe handed to him.

He needed to put this loser in his place.

Katsuki: You're just like Deku, you know that?

His remark caused Optimus to look at him.

Katsuki: Always spouting off nonsense about saving so many people. That annoying look in your eyes. Thinking you're better than me, even when you're not. Looking down on me.

Optimus: I'm... not... looking down... on you...

He struggled to get the words out.

Katsuki: Yes you are! That's all you do! You look down on us! The others don't notice it, but I do! You haven't once used your full power in this festival! Not once! You could have easily won the Obstacle Race or the Calvary Battle, but you kept holding back! Even in one-on-one, you held back against both Sparky and Four-Eyes. You could have easily beaten both of them in the blink of an eye. You always held back, even in that match against Ponytail at the beginning of school. The only time you went all out, was against Icyhot! You showed him your true power. You found him strong enough. But what about me?! Aren't I strong enough?! Or am I just so weak to you that I don't even deserve the effort?!

Optimus stared at Katsuki as if he was seeing him for the first time all over again. He now understood.

Optimus: Not you... me...

Katsuki: Huh?

Optimus: Too... weak...

Katsuki'e eyes widened. Robo-Boy just admitted he was too weak to fight him.

Katsuki: If you are too weak, then why the heck are you here then?! What's the point of dragging yourself out of bed if you didn't come here to destroy me?!

Optimus: I need... to know... need to see... if you're... like him.

Katsuki's pipuls became dots. That's why he was here? Why he was willing to get his butt kicked? Just to compare him to some random guy he used to know?! That's all Katsuki Bakugou was in Optimus Prime's eyes?! A comparison to some dude?!

Katsuki Bakugou never allowed himself to be compared to others, doing so implied he was weaker than them. If anything, they should compare themselves to him, so they realize how far behind him they are.

And somehow, that pissed him off more than being looked down on.

That was it! That was the last straw! No more games! Time to end this! His expression soon became a cruel smirk.

Katsuki: So that's it? I'm just a replacement for some guy you used to know.

Optimus: No... not... a replac–

Katsuki: SHUT UP! Let me tell you here and now Robo-Boy! Katsuki Bakugou is no one's replacement! He's no substitute or second choice! He's the future Number One Hero, the one who's gonna surpass All Might! And I'm gonna prove that today, by finishing you here and now!

He then fired off his explosions and took to the air. He then began using his explosions to build himself a miniature tornado, gathering up oxygen and momentum.

Katsuki: I've been working on this move for weeks now! Wanted to use it against Icyhot, but you'll do just fine! If want any hope to survive this, you'll have to use that special force field Quirk of yours!

A bright orange light erupted from Katsuki's palms as he slammed his hands right in front of Optimus.

Katsuki: HOWITZER IMPACT!

BOOM!

A massive explosion, akin to that of a missile, erupted right at Optimus' feet. The shockwave from the blast was felt around the entire stadium. Everyone watched in both awe and fear at the power displayed, but that fear was more centered around the fate of the victim of such devastating power.

Present Mic: Who-ho-ho-hoa! Bakugou combined speed and rotation with a huge blast like he used against Uraraka! He turned himself into a human missile! Prime didn't attack with any of that Ultra Instinct of his, nor use any other aspect of his Quirk, not even to defend himself! You have to wonder, is he even alive after all that?! What has become of our top two competitors?!

That question caused a wave of fear and worry to grip the students of Class 1-A, Izuku was especially worried. Despite having faith that Katsuki wouldn't go as far as to actually kill someone else, despite how much he says 'die', Optimus also was in terrible shape. Would he be able to survive such an explosion in his weakened state?

It took all Momo had to keep herself from running out of the tunnel to Optimus' side and deliver a verbal lashing to Bakugou. But she managed to keep herself in place, barely. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the fabric of her gym shirt in worry.

As the smoke began to clear, the first thing the audience saw was Katsuki, lying flat on his face. His clothing was covered in ash, and he was tired, but that didn't dull his rage and frustration.

Katsuki: You didn't use your Quirk. Or even move to dodge. You just stood there, like a statue, and just tanked my ultimate move head-on!

He then struggled to stand, to see where that metal bastard ended up, but as more smoke began to clear, and he caught the sign of his opponent he froze. Not in anger, but in shocked disbelief.

Katsuki: No way...

A shadow in the smoke, one whose true form was obstructed by the naked eye, but Katsuki knew it could only be one person.

Katsuki: After all that... all those bruises and explosions... even after my ultimate move... how...

The smoke began to clear and a figure emerged.

Katsuki: How... HOW ARE YOU STILL STANDING?!

Indeed. Despite the massive force from such a devastating attack, and at point blank, Optimus was standing. Maybe he was not as tall or strong as he usually was, but he was standing. He was standing!

And the crowd was loving in!

Present Mic: (Shocked) HE'S STANDING?! I can't believe he's still standing after all that?! Seriously Eraserhead, is the Last Son from a dying world?!

If his co-host had been responsive, he would have answered with 'You've been reading too many old comic books', but currently, Aizawa was too shocked to respond. Even he was amazed Optimus was still standing after that attack, and that he wasn't pushed out of bounds.

Class 1-A looks in awe.

Hanta: Woah...

Eijiro: At this point, they should be calling him the man of steel.

Tsuyu: That old American superhero already coined that nickname years ago. Ribbit.

Momo was in awe. A hand over her heart as she felt it beating rapidly in her chest as she stared at Optimus standing in the smoke. This... this is one of the many reasons why she fell in love with him. That unyielding determination to stand up for what he believed in. To keep going forward despite the odds. Seeing him like this always inspired her to work harder, to continue pushing herself so that she could stand beside him.

Momo: "And when that day comes, where I can proudly stand beside you as an equal... I'll tell you how I truly feel."

Bakugou struggled to stand, wincing due to pain in his wrists. His explosions were powerful, but they came with a powerful kickback on his hands. If he overdid it, he may go as far as breaking his hands. And with all the explosions he's been letting out all festival, and that ultimate move, his hands were at the breaking point. He maybe had one or two big explosions left in each palm before his hands gave out.

Katsuki: "Was this Robo-Boy's plan? Get me to tire myself out so that even at his weakest, he can take me down?"

He hated to admit it, but it was a sound plan. With Optimus weakened as he was, the only way he could hope to win against Katsuki would be to outlast him. A dangerous gamble considering that he was already exhausted. But it seemed to have worked out for him in the end.

But Katsuki wasn't going down without a fight!

He was about to unleash another rant when the smoke around Optimus began to clear, allowing Katsuki to see him. And whatever he was going to say died in his throat as his expression soon changed from angry determination to shocked horror.

And he wasn't alone. The screams of cheer soon became cries of horror as the smoke finally cleared the stadium.

The reason for this change in atmosphere?

Optimus' gym shirt was destroyed by Katsuki's Ultimate Move, allowing everyone to see his scars.

Cuts, claw marks, stabs, bullet holes, burns, etc. Optimus Prime's body was covered in scars. Almost all of them have faded with time, meaning he didn't earn them in the recent tournament, or the U.S.J.

Parents quickly moved to shield the eyes of their children from such a horrifying scene. Many viewers at home even elected to turn the television off. Many newbie pro heroes began looking green and quickly excused themselves to vomit out their lunch. Seasoned pros who've been on the job for decades looked horrified at the scarred body of the young man.

Present Mic: I... I-I...

He then quickly covered the mic on the intercom and turned to the student's homeroom teacher.

Present Mic: (Loud whisper) Did you know about his scars?!

Aizawa: N-no...

Aiazwa said in a horrified tone of voice. Now it all made sense. Why Optimus Prime was so strong? How he was able to stay calm and rational while his other students panicked. There were only two ways how to get to that level of skill and mental state. Decades of experience, or the faster approach, pain. And looking at Optimus' scarred body, Aizawa couldn't even begin to imagine the pain Optimus Prime went through to get where he is now.

He felt like such a failure as a teacher because he didn't know his student was in pain, even though it should've been so blatantly obvious.

Nezu: Oh dear...

Nezu said worriedly as he watched the match on his phone while the third years were just wrapping up, Mirio Togata winning the tournament with his fantastic control of his Quirk.

He was afraid of something like this happening. Many times students would destroy their uniforms while in the Sports Festival, either intentionally or not. But he hoped Optimus would have been skilled enough to keep such a thing from happening.

But he underestimated Katsuki Bakugou's ferociousness. The boy was not at fault, since he didn't know. But this... this will certainly lead to a backlash against U.A.

Already he was getting notifications on his social media apps for concepts concerning U.A. He looked through them briefly and saw many with comments that his school abuses their foreign students, how they don't take care of student's mental health, etc.

He sighed as he put down his phone. This was going to be a headache to deal with. Especially when the Public Hero Commission steps in.

He needed to be prepared for whatever backlash was going to come. He excused himself from the award ceremony and walked down the halls, his intelligent mind already working on making plans to protect his students, particularly Optimus. He may be a being over 9 million years old with eons of combat experience, but at this school, he was his student. Not only that, but he was also his friend. And he'd shave all his wonderful fur off before letting someone touch his student.

Tomura Shigaraki dropped his pen in shock as he saw the Prime brat's scarred body. It was so captivating. So beautiful he couldn't help the gleeful smile adorning his face. The only downside was that he didn't give the brat those scars.

Tomura: "But I'll make sure to give him a whole new set of scars to worry about. Right before I turn him to dust."

Within the Midoriya household, Inko Midoriya sat on the couch, her apartment covered in wet tissues from her overload of tears, looking at the screen in horror.

She recalled the day her son brought a friend over for the first time in years. Optimus Prime was such a kind boy, one her son was grateful to have as a friend. She felt for him when she learned he was an orphan from America, coming to U.A. to start a new life. She was almost tempted to offer him a place in their home right then and there. But she stopped herself when Optimus shared he already had a place to stay and be provided for.

But even though she saw him smile during his visit, she could tell something about Optimus was broken in some way. Call it a mother's intuition or whatever, but she could tell that he was hiding a great sadness deep within him. She didn't push it, it wasn't her right.

Besides, despite whatever sadness he tried to hide, she knew that he enjoyed spending time with her son. And that meant the world to her.

So to see that kind and wonderful boy who was her son's friend, on-screen covered in scars, Inko Midoriya couldn't help but cry. But after already exhausting her water supply with her son's recklessness, her crying was that of a normal person.

Yuga: Oh mon Dieu...

Tsuyu: (Horrorfied) R-ribbit...

Denki: I'm gonna be sick...

Minoru had already peed his pants in horror.

Fumikage: The brightest lights can cast the darkest shadows...

Dark Shadow: He makes Frankenstein's monster look put together...

Mina: D- Did any of you boys know about this?

Mashiro: N-no. He always changed either before or after us. Out of sight. We thought he was maybe self-conscious about a birthmark or something.

Eijrio: We never thought he would be hiding something like this from us.

Ochaco: W-What happened to him?! Who would do such a terrible thing to someone like Optimus?!

Out of everyone though, only two boys were more horrified than all of them.

Shoto Todoroki looked down at the field as he saw the scars covering Optimus' body. Subconsciously, he moved his hand over his left eye, where the burn scar was. He thought he was bad, but his scars paled in comparison to Optimus. And as he thought that, his mind went back to how he foolishly claimed Optimus knew nothing of loss and suffering, and his harsh remarks.

Optimus: (Flashback) Do not talk to me about loss, boy. I have lost. You have no idea what I have lost. Most people would have either gone mad or killed themselves after all I've been through.

He was right. Shoto could never imagine the Hell he's been through that caused him to walk around with scars like that, or if he'd even survive it. Shame and guilt returned, but more so because of his ignorance and insincere comments.

Izuku Midoriya looked at Optimus with horror and understanding, rubbing his scarred right hand. His mind went back to the conversation with All Might, on why the Hero didn't want to give Optimus One For All.

Izuku: "He knew. All Might knew. And he didn't tell me."

He knew that All Might had no obligation to share Optimus' pain with him, after all, Izuku didn't share Todoroki's with All Might.

But... but still...

Izuku: "Optimus is my friend."

He confessed, tears gathering in his eyes. That's right. Optimus is his friend—the first real friend he had in a decade, one of the first people to believe in him, who supported him unconditionally, and who always knew what to say to cheer him on and keep him moving forward.

Izuku: "He helped me so much. But, I couldn't help him. Even when he was standing right next to me."

Never before had he felt so unworthy of being a hero. Because how can he call himself a hero, if he couldn't even help his friend?

Momo looked at Optimus with horror, hand over her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. Her mind flashbacked to all the smiles and compliments he'd given her, the warmth and compassion on his face. All that time, behind his warm smile, he was hiding such intense pain.

And she didn't know.

That caused even more tears to fall from her face.

Endeavor was in shock.

After being a hero for over two decades, Endeavor has collected his fair share of scars. He wasn't ashamed of such a thing, however. To him, those scars were a badge of honor, a sign that he overcame great adversity, and emerged victorious. It was a sign of him being one step closer to surpassing All Might.

But, even the scars he's gained paled in comparison to the ones Optimus Prime has. For someone so young, the same age as his youngest son, to have such horrific scars. For the briefest moment, Endeavor forgot the threats the boy gave to him in the hallway and looked at the boy with pity.

But that pity soon turned to fear as a realization hit him. If that boy had gone through such a terrible experience at such a young age and survived to tell, then that made his threat to remove his head all the more real.

He needed to know more about who this boy was, now!

Katsuki didn't do anything.

He couldn't do anything.

His brain and body were frozen in horror as he saw the scarred and damaged body of his rival. All he could ask himself is how?

How in the world did Prime survive all of that? How was he still alive? And if he could survive getting all those scars, what could Katsuki hope to do against him?

And then, Katsuki realized it, the truth he's been running from since he first met Optimus Prime, that day with the Sludge villain.

He was weak.

Compared to Optimus Prime, he was so weak. How could he possibly think himself as strong, when he couldn't even knock Optimus Prime on his back when the metal bastard was too weak to fight back?

And if he was this weak, then what was the point of trying so hard? Trying to be the number one hero, if he couldn't even beat the strongest person he knew when he was at his weakest?

He then saw Prime, looking like he was gonna break apart with the lightest breeze, take a single step forward. Then another, and another. One foot in front of another, until he was standing directly in front of Katsuki looking directly into his red eyes with those bright blue eyes of his, but unlike the compassion he was used to seeing, what he saw was cold and analytical. As if Prime was directing him with his eyes. It was the same look he caught a glimpse of when he went off on Icyhot, but now, that glare was directly solely on him.

Katsuki couldn't breathe as a wave of fear suddenly gripped him. He clutched at his heart, trying to calm his steady breathing. He tried to shout, to tell Midnight that he surrendered, that he was done! That he wanted out of this area! Out of this stadium, out of U.A.! Anything to get him away from this monster! He needed to run! He needed to–

Optimus: You're not him.

Prime's voice brought him back, and he finally managed to get his breathing under control. He blinked rapidly to get the tears out of his eyes and looked at Optimus, only to be surprised by what he saw.

Relief. Pure unadulterated relief was on his rival's face. The cold, dark look in his eyes vanished, replaced by the usual warmth they held, accompanied by a beaming smile.

Optimus: Thank the Allspark... You're not him... you're not like... Mega... tron...

And with that, whatever he used to give himself the strength to stay awake left him. He fell to his knees before falling face-first on the ground. The 'thump' from his fall was heard throughout the stadium.

For a long moment, nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody even breathed. Then, Midnight suddenly found her voice.

Midnight: Prime has fallen unconscious. The winner of the U.A. Sports Festival is Katsuki Bakugou.

Her announcement lacked its usual flare, and the stadium was still silent despite a victor being crowned.

Momo: OPTIMUS!

Momo cried as she sprinted out of the tunnel, rushing to her crush's side. She heaved to turn him over on his back. When she succeeded, she flinched back at the sight of the scars, seeing them up close now. She quickly shook away her shock and got to work.

She lifted her gym and got to work creating a blanket. In just a few seconds she was already done and moved to cover Optimus' scarred body from the rest of the world. Just in time, the medical team arrived with Recovery Girl in tow.

Recovery Girl: Get this blasted idiot on the stretcher, and make sure we have a bed available in the infirmary.

The interns quickly put Optimus' limp body on the stretcher and made their exit from the area, Momo in tow. Midnight also followed them, leaving Katsuki standing alone in the middle of the stadium.

He got what he wanted, didn't he? He won the Sports Festival. He proved to the whole world that he was the strongest among everyone at U.A. He showed everyone in school who the next All Might was gonna be.

He did that, right?

No. Only a complete idiot would think that. And Katsuki Bakugou was many things, but he wasn't an idiot. He only won because Prime was too weak to properly face him. If Prime was at full strength, or heck, even half his strength, he would have obliterated Katsuki.

He got lucky. And he hated that.

For the first time in his life, victory tasted like crap to Katsuki Bakugou.

A/N: Okay, let me explain my reasoning for the outcome of the Sports Festival.

I've been going back and forth on how the Sports Festival show goes for a long time. One of the main reasons why I didn't post as fast as I did. I had to decide which brackets Optimus would be in, who he would fight, and how that fight would go. I had thought of making him fight in the other bracket, where he would face Katsuki in the Semi-Finales, then Shoto in the finale. But I scrapped that because I wanted to give an Optimus vs. Tenya moment.

Also, I had always planned for Optimus to activate Prime Mode for his fight with Shoto. He didn't need to, but I wanted Optimus to showcase that level of power to the world. And I wanted to show that using that power has consequences. If I had Optimus use a power that leads him totally winded for the rest of the day, and he still beats Bakugou, then what consequence is there for activating Prime Mode? It's meant to be a last resort, something to turn to when there is no hope for victory.

Plus, what does that say about Bakugou? I may not look like it, but I'm not a Bakugou hater. I love the character development he goes through. And unlike most arrogant characters, he backs up his words with his skills and intelligence. He deserves to be one of the top students at U.A. I didn't want to diminish him by losing to Optimus when he was that weak.

Plus, if Bakugou didn't win the Sports Festival, then how was he gonna get to I-Island? I did not want to do a whole 'second place also gets tickets', I read that plotline in another story, and it annoyed me. I also didn't want Optimus to give them the tickets, because let's be honest, Bakugou wouldn't accept them in a million years.

Plus in a way, this is even more humiliating for Bakugou in the long run if you think about it. In canon, he wasn't satisfied with his victory because Shoto didn't use all his power. He'll be even more pissed that Optimus didn't fight back at all, because he didn't get to prove to the whole world he won the Sports Festival.

And here's the kicker, everyone knows that! They all know the only reason Katsuki won the sports Festival was because his opponent was too weak to fight back. He got lucky. Which pisses him off. For a long time, people will be looking down on him as someone who bullies those who can't fight back. Hope that satisfies Bakugou hatters.

Plus, I wanted to showcase the strength of Optimus' will. No matter how much someone tries to put him down, he keeps getting back up, even at his weakest, and only collapses when he completes his goal, this time making sure Bakugou isn't another Megatron.

Now all that's left is for us to wrap up the Sports festival and get ready for the next arc. And then, we'll move on to something I've been planning for a while...

OMAKES!

That's right, I'm planning on writing makes for this story. Some canon, some not, what-if scenarios, etc. I've already hinted at some Omakes in this last chapter.

If you guys have any ideas you want to share, feel free to do it.