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Before the big sis could ask why he was here, he put his finger to his lips and pointed to the inside of the room.
Itsuka realised what was going on, and motioned for the rest of the girls to stay quiet.
"my friends kept telling me not to fight him. That there was no shame in forfeiting. But...But I didn't want to let you down! you sacrificed so much to help me get here, and...and I want to make it up to you. I want to give you and Mom the life you deserve."
The sound of tears falling to the ground came to their ears next, and as Deku looked closer in, he saw the gravity girl weeping into her phone.
"I'm sorry, daddy...I don't...I don't know if I can do this...!"
As soon as the words left her lips, Ochako broke down into heavy, body-racking sobs. Itsuka and Deku looked from her to each other.
The green hooded boy nodded for her to go in, seeing as she had known Ochako longer, and he was just a stranger she met today.
The big-fist girl and the rest of the female students headed in, scooping up Ochako in a plethora of hugs and tears.
Deku watched the interaction for a while, wishing he could bring comfort to the tortured angel before him.
As Ururaka was swamped with hugs and tears from her school friends, she someone's eyes on her.
But when she turned to the doorway where the feeling was coming from, there was nobody there...
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The villain in disguise walked briskly down the hallway, heading back to his location prior.
This is what he does! This is what Katsuki Bakugo does to those he sees as beneath him! He breaks them, destroys them, making sure that they never rise to fight again.
He takes their hope, their dreams, and their happiness, all because he can. and he always finds a way to get away with it!
Well, that ends today!
The boy winced all of a sudden, drawing attention to his hands.
In all of his boiling fury at watching the brutal display just now, it hadn't dawned on Deku until now that he had been clutching his fists so tight, he'd begun to draw blood.
Opening his hands, he saw four bloody puncture marks in his palm, no doubt from his fingernails. A shaky laugh escaped his throat.
He should bandage those up before the big performance.
La Brava's managed to hack into the school's mainframe without being noticed.
Gentle has undoubtedly disguised himself and set the stage, and Kurogiri is on standby for a quick getaway.
The Quirkless villain approached the exit to his destined location, the light shining down on him as he ascended the stairs.
Everything was ready.
It was time to show everyone who he was...and that he was here!
"C'mon, c'mon! Hurry it up! We're gonna miss the show!"
Team Reservoir Dogs, after escaping the determined pursuit of Hound Dog, had returned to their hideout.
Mr Red watched over his partners as they struggled with a giant flatscreen TV they boosted some time ago.
"I'm working on it!" Mr Blue barked back as he fiddled with the wires behind the massive viewing device.
Nothing but grey buzzing static could be seen, until Mr Yellow grew annoyed and roared in irritation. "What's with this stupid thing?!"
He then gave the box a good smack, and like magic, the screen lit up with an image of the UA Sports Festival.
"Wait, wait, wait! That's it!" Mr Red called out, drawing the rest of the gang to the couch in front of the flat screen.
"Got the popcorn?" Mr Yellow asked as he rubbed his hungry belly.
"Right here!" Mr Green arrived with a bowl of the puffed-up snack.
"What, no butter?" Mr Blue complained.
"Shut up, guys!" Mr Red shouted over them, as the TV showed a boy with a scar on his face encase a purple-haired kid in an icy prison.
"And it's another one-sided win for Shoto Todoroki!" The loudspeaker hero announced as the ice wielder walked out of the ring nonchalantly.
It was the shady side of town, in a hole-in-the-wall bar.
Where chatter filled the air, as villains talked among themselves, drunk among themselves, and from one time or another, fought among themselves.
Just how Giran liked it.
The villain broker was sat at the counter, helping himself to a well-earned glass of scotch.
After taking a sip, he checked his watch, showing a gaptoothed smile as he spied what time it was.
He leaned over the edge and waved to the bartender, who saw him and headed his way.
"You think you could change the channel?" Giran inquired as he hiked his thumb at the suspended box over their heads, which showed some cheesy soap opera starring the snaked haired heroine, Uwabami.
"Sure. What're you up for?" The bartender reached up and started flicking through the channels.
"The UA Sports Festival." Was Giran's confident answer.
All of a sudden, all talking and fighting was put on hold, as every head in the bar turned his way.
The bartender gave him a judgemental look, while Giran remained cool as the ice in his drink.
It was sort of an unwritten rule among villains to not show any kind of support for heroes, including watching any up-and-coming do-gooders in a public area where you could easily get your head torn off.
The bartender kept his disapproving eyes on the gap-toothed man, as he reached up and flipped the channel to the Sports Festival, just in time to see a four-eyed speedster grab a vine-haired girl and place her outside of the ring's boundaries. "What a chivalrous victory for Tenya Iida!"
"Let's see what you've been cooking up, kid..."
"Mina attacks with glops of her acid, but, what's this? ...Tokoyami's shadow pushes her out of the ring!
Fumikage moves on to the next round!" Mic declares on a small handset radio set on a bench, as Rappa pounded away on a reinforced punching bag, listening to the broadcast while he trains.
The longarm man had overheard a little of what his star pupil was planning, and how it had to do with the UA Sports Festival.
He never usually watched or listened to it before, believing that those kids games were nothing compared to the raw, unbridled combat of the ring.
But boy, was he glad to tune in this time.
Figuring he'd listen in on the games to see what the little green dude had in store, he overheard the commendation about the slugfest between two students with armoured quirks wailing on each other.
It was enough to get his blood pumping and get into some hardcore training.
"For the final match of the second round, we have Ejiro Kirishima verses Katsuki Bakugo!" The loudspeaker hero blared over the radio waves.
"Alright! show-em what you got, little thick-skin!" Rappa encouraged as he threw a haymaker that launched the bag, making it slap the ceiling.
It was to Bakugo's great displeasure that once again, he was forced to put in effort for his match with the yapping redhead boy.
His skin-hardening quirk did well to absorb his blasts, but over time, his explosions were able to wear him down and earn him the win, much to his displeasure.
Kirishima went crashing to the ground, coughing on his opponent's fumes. Before he could pick himself up, Bakugo stomped on his chest and held his open palm close to his sweating face.
The bomb boy stared daggers into the redhead's own until he relented and bowed his head in defeat.
Midnight called the match, and the crowd semi-applauded for Katsuki.
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