Todoroki watched the class do pointless chatter. "This festival is gonna be so fun!" Ashido shouted loudly. "We get to be seen on live television world wide!" So annoying. There were a lot of loud students in his class. If he actually paid attention to what they said, he was certain it would be even more so. "Wish I could've worn my costume though."
"It's meant to keep things fair. No support items for anyone except for the support course." Ojiro explained. "Barring a few exceptions."
"If I don't have this belt, I'll leak all over the floor." Aoyama spoke, tapping his silver belt. "You have to fill out a lot of paperwork to do it. But it's not like most of the students here even need support gear, Tokoyami's suit doesn't have any, correct?"
"There's no point. Dark Shadow is my trusted ally in the dark. There's few I can count on in a time of distress."
"Aw Fumi, I love you too. Still don't think making a new contract is a good idea." What the heck were they talking about?
"Are you super pumped about this as much as I am guys!" Uraraka shouted, jumping with a fist in the air, being weirdly cheerful about the competition and super determined for some reason.
"Yes I am!" Suzuki, the strangest enigma he's met, shouted as well. "Let's do a really good job Ochako! We're gonna get really far!"
"Heck yea!" They clapped each other's hands in some weird ritualistic mantra.
"Yeah, I'm super pumped too!" And Hagaukure continued her habit of getting between Suzuki and Uraraka, well, between Suzuki and anyone that came close. Super creepy. "We're going to murder anyone that gets in our way, Iruma-kun!"
"Finally, an extra that speaks some sense around here." Bakugo was his usual deplorable self.
"Suzuki." He walked up to the boy. "I think it's clear that between everyone here, you're the weakest of them all." He replied truthfully.
"Hey, you can't just-" Kirishima was going to speak up, and Hakagure seemed to glare, he thought.
"I'm not the weakest!" He shouted. "I didn't come last in the Quirk Test on the first day!"
"Hey!" Mineta shouted. "I know you're just really dense, but that still hurts!"
"The truth hurts, buddy. Get over it." Kaminari snorted.
"It's not from strength, it's from the fact you're quirkless." The room bristled.
"I'm not quirkless." Suzuki had the gall to look confused. "I just have to cook the chicken right or else I will break." Right, he was dealing with an idiot.
"Iruma, you don't have to lie about it." Jiro came up to him. "You did more than Jamming-whey and the rest of us against that Nomu thing."
"But I'm not lying." The boy blinked. "Have I ever actually lied?" He wasn't going to let himself contemplate this.
"You may have gotten in on rescue points, but it won't make you far. I came here to declare war on you and Bakugou." He turned to the bristling blond, who was glaring harder than usual. "I will destroy you in the festival, and reach first place."
"Dream on, Peppermint! I'm winning this fucking festival, and no one's going to tell me otherwise!" He stomped out of the room. "You and Dodger better not be holding back on me out there!"
"Of course not, I need to get noticed, so I won't hold back!" Suzuki shouted. "I wish everyone the best!" Once again, he forgot he was talking to an idiot.
"Can I take him home?" Ashido weirdly asked. "I just want to bundle him up and keep him."
"NEVER YOU HARPY! If anyone's taking him home it's going to be me!" The pure fiery spite from Hagakure almost made her visible.
==
Kurogiri turned on the TV to an ad about used cars. Completely useless, the man was already far superior to any car on the planet. "The Sports Festival will be on in five minutes, young master."
"Good, do you have the snacks ready Kurogiri?" The boy had been in a...transactional phase as of late. While it was a minor comfort that Young Tomura wasn't constantly scratching and yelling at the sky as much as he used to, the progress All For One wished to see had ceased for the time being.
"I have chips and soda, for you, Young Master." He slid the bowl over.
"Call me Tomura from now on." The boy told him. "I'm not a master until I get my goals down pat." That sounded good on paper and indicated some form of growth, but it was at a snail's pace.
"Yes … Tomura." Kurogiri turned the other television on, All For One now able to speak to them.
"So Tomura, what brings you to watching the sports Festival? The Suzuki child?"
"Sorta of. I want to see them … the children that are brainwashed." He started. "They beat everyone we had, even if they were chumps. And I want to see how to break them out of that corrupted mindset."
"Interesting. You've certainly changed your tactics." All For One spoke in what one could confuse for a congratulatory tone, when really the man was holding back a century's worth of spite.
"Yeah, no attacks until I learn of the target … right now is information and gathering." The boy looked thoughtful. "Kurogiri, tell Giran to focus on some quality messed up people next time. Not just criminals looking for money."
"Ah, proper motivation. I see." The master let go of one tenth of his spite. "It sounds like you're going for a gamble, but one that can pay off immensely if done right. You'll have my support as always."
"Mmm." The boy didn't speak at first, drinking some soda with his pinkie extended. "Come on, I don't give a shit about window cleaning." Oh, Window Cleaning, Kurogiri has been looking for some new stuff to use lately. "How can I kill it? The concept of heroes altogether? It should be just as simple as reaching out your hand, but that's not it, not anymore."
"Then perhaps there is another way." The doctor spoke up. "There's been a bug killing a few heroes with interesting quirks. They actually call him the Hero Killer."
==
"Welcome everyone to the UA sports festival! Can I get some applause!" Mic shouted to the crowd, taking in the cheers. "Alright, today's sports festival is gonna be a good one, lots of new surprises in store all around!"
"Stop shouting in my ear."
"I'm your host, Present Mic, and my Co-Host for the day is my closest friend Mummy-zawa!
"Die in a ditch you piece of shit."
"Hey now, we're televised, language." Ah, times like this brought him back to his own days at UA. "Get ready sports fans! You too, media hoards! This year we'll bring you some of the hottest promences in UA Sports Festival History!"
"Aren't you being a little too dramatic?"
"The camera loves drama, roll with it." Aizawa flipped him off, his hand must finally be working. "First up, comes the most talked about Class in UA for a while now. My co host is actually their teacher. Give it up for 1-A!"
The hell class of the school came, walked in all cool and prepared, even if the Bakugou kid looked like he was moments away from actually murdering someone. It made him wish he could've set off some fireworks behind them, giving them badass status as they walked without looking back. "Eraserhead, any comments buddy?"
"They've trained hard, so look out." Short and simple, the perfect counter for the rambling tangent.
"Alright! They may not have that much time in the spotlight, but they're sure to give us one hell of showing! Our second Course of hero students, Class 1-B!" The crowd was much less cheerful this moment around, but still gave a large cheer. "These guys earned their spots in the hero course, just like the rest of 1-A!"
The kids in 1-B, or rather, the silver haired and blonde kid in the front of the class seemed rather upset about the lack of cheers while the vine girl was staring intensely at 1-A. Looks like the rivalry between the two classes has already started.
"Next up, they may not have gotten in, but now it's their chance to shine for everyone. Give it up for … general studies! Classes 1-C, D, and E! "
"Really!?" Most of the kid's in the close complained as the cheers died almost immediately.
"We're just here to make the hero course look better, aren't we?" Mic was able to read the lips of the sleepy student with purple hair.
"And that's not all!" He ignored the question. "Check out these kids and their sweet inventions! Give it up for the Support corse, Classes-F,G, and H! "
"Really!?" The general studies kids complained when the cheers came back.
"And finally, the Business course, Classes I, J, K!" The silence was more awkward this time around. "Yeah, we don't know why they're here either other than to analyze the others."
"Mic?" His partner spoke.
"Yes, Eraser buddy?"
"I warned you." Then the man stabbed him with a pencil. Ah, just like high school.
==
Midnight walked on the stage while the 'technical difficulties' light was on, catching the attention of the audience and cameras with a whip in the air. They really shouldn't have put Aizawa and Yamada together, but Nedzu loved his chaos. "Now then, may I have your attention please!" She strutted, instantly captivating the audience and the students, well the men around her at least.
"I feel like that costume should come with a warning." Kaminrai said, trying to contain a blush. She knew better though. He couldn't take her eyes off her.
"Yeah, imagine how many cuts she could get with so much skin showing." Suzuki thought out loud. Alright, the boy either had nerves or steel or wasn't interested in women at all. The innocence was still adorable as hell, but Hagakure may have trouble if her affections were serious.
"We'll start this festival off with a bang, so may the student representative come and give their speech!" She shouted out, aiming her whip at the students. "Would Iruma Suzuki please come up?"
"Eh?" The boy looked confused. "Why am I going up?"
"You scored first Suzuki, surely someone told you about the speech you were to provide today." Iida explained. Wait, did anyone actually tell the poor kid?
"No, I was told nothing." He looked frantic, luckily, only she and the few close students could hear due to his frantic whispering. "What do I say in a speech?"
"Tell them you'll murder anyone who gets in your way." Bakugo offered with a scoff. "That's what I want to say at least."
"No, tell them an inspirational speech. Something big and powerful." Uraraka tried to suggest.
"I suggest something formal, everyone may understand." Iida tried to add. "If only we had time to write."
Suzuki was deep in thought, before nodding, making his way to the podium. She could hear the muttering from the crowd. "Huh, not exactly the picture of heroism."
"He looks like a lost puppy."
"So plain looking."
"What do you mean? That baby-face is super cute."
Midnight had to give Suzuki credit for taking all of it in stride...that or he didn't know they were talking about him, that latter seemed very likely. The boy took a deep breath, as Midnight expected a speech to the soul. "Plus Ultra!" And with a bow, he walked off the stage. … His entire speech was two words.
1-A looked completely floored, Iida looking seconds from passing out and Bakugo like he was offended. She was about to add something in … until the crowd and other students went wild.
"Yeah, let's get this thing started!" She heard many cheers. Guess they felt Suzuki was trying to go for the no-bullshit route.
"I feel so pumped, Plus Ultra, like Suzuki said!" A grey haired student shouted.
"Praise be the angel of 1-A!" The vine haired girl actually looked like she was praying.
"Maybe that Suzuki kid ain't all that bad." A drill haired general studies kid grinned.
==
Iruma smiled as he walked to the gobsmacked class. "I was right! You just say Plus Ultra and for some reason everyone loves it." It was strange logic, but he liked it all the same.
"Huh, when you put it like that, nothing else really needs to be said." Tsu agreed.
"It was so short … the amount of effort one could have placed into a speech." Iida seemed really put out.
"Doesn't Plus Ultra basically describe what we all need to do today?" Ochako nodded along. "Yeah, no need for something long and complicated! Just do what you need to do!"
"Right, heroes just help people. It's that simple." He reaffirmed his logic.
"Still think you should've said you'd muder them. It would have pissed them off to no end." Bakugo laughed for some reason.
"But why would I want to make them angry? We're just competing, we're not enemies."
"Dodger, if there's anything that should get through that thick, dumb skull of yours right now, it's that there's only one number one spot. Everyone else, especially today of all days, are just stepping stones for victory." That was an odd way to say good luck, but Bakugo seemed to have trouble with words.
"I understand."
"And the first contest for this year's sports festival!" Midnight screamed as the letters on the wall spinned. "The Obstacle Course!" Oh, that sounds fun! "You will all run around the arena exterior until you reach the finish line. Only a select number of individuals can make it to the next round." What was with this school and limiting numbers? "Oh, and we don't want to be too restraining~" Why was she licking her lips? The boys acted weird whenever she did that. "So as long as you don't leave the course, anything goes!" Nice rules!
"Except killing, because that's against the laws." Aizawa-sensei spoke up from the booth.
"Get into position, little runners!" Scream-sensei added in as students moved.
'I'll do it Bunny-sensei! I'll go beyond!'
"GET READY…."
'I'll help people, I'll be a hero...and I'll quit my crappy jobs!'
"GOOOOOOOOO!"