Characters thinking ' '
Characters talking " "
Characters thinking/talking at the same time "" "" / "" "" - intense moment
Strong Opponent talking / thinking 'Shit' - thinking "Shit" - talking
All Might OFA activated 'I AM HERE' - thinking "I AM HERE" - talking
Present Mic cutting me off- "OH YEAH"
(I clearly don't own MHA or any images I use in this fanfic/story)
Melascula's P.O.V.
"WHAT'S GOING ON?!"
Uraraka shouts grabbing my and the rest of 1-A's attention. We were just about to leave exit the class, the day had just ended so it was time to leave campus and head back to our homes...
'SO WHY THE HELL IS OUT CLASS SURROUNDED BY A HORDE OF STUDENTS?!'
"No way out... Just what do they want from us?" Mineta asks quietly from next to me. Telling him I don't know might make him even more agitated... "Obviously their scoping out the competition, keep up ya small fry." Katsuki says as he passes us straight before continuing.
"We're the kids who survived a Villain attack. Makes sense they wanna check us out before the Sports Festival." He finishes as he continues walking toward the door with a plan of forcing himself through. "So in other words, Cannon Fodder."
"DO YOU SERIOUSLY HAVE TO CALL PEOPLE WE DON'T EVEN KNOW CANNON FODDER?!" Iida shouts suddenly appearing beside me and Mineta. 'Did he use his engines to do that?'
"It's true we came to get a look. But, I gotta say, I'm a bit disappointed if all the kids in the Hero Course are like this one." From behind the crowd of Students out stepped a boy. His disheveled purple hair framed a face that seemed almost detached as he shuffled through the crowd to continue his sentence. 'He looks sleep deprived.'
"They might consider transferring us to the Hero Course," The purple haired boy began, his voice steady yet laced with an almost mocking edge. The corner of his lips quirked up, a faint smirk that felt more like a challenge than an invitation. "Depending on the results of this Sports Festival…"
'Wait, transferring? If that's the case then doesn't that mean...'
The boys smirk widened as if reading the confusion in the air before continuing. "But hey, the reverse is possible too."
Bingo. There it was the final tick before everything went BOOM in the minds of Class 1-A. The storm. That subtle, Hey, what if you totally bomb this thing and get booted back to zero? kind of vibe. And the worst part? The kid delivered it like he was just chatting about the weather.
'What a guy.' I thought to myself with a nervous chuckle as I took a step forward to get next to Katsuki, casually resting my arm around his shoulder as I lean in to give a bored glare directed at the boy 'I can't look weak Infront of the competition.'
"Scoping out the competition?" The boy asked to no one, tilted his head and narrowing his eyes before continuing. "For a general studies kid like me…" He pauses to take a look at the form of me and Katsuki before settling his glare on us.
"This'll be the perfect chance to knock you off your pedestals." Beside me Bakugo was practically radiating his trademark I'll fight anyone and everyone energy, his sharp eyes narrowing as The boy finished his speech with a final claim.
"Consider this A Declaration of War."
And just like that, He turned, his smirk practically saying, 'Good luck surviving this one, buddy.' as he walked away, maybe back to his class or maybe heading home. It certainly didn't matter as the next challenger voiced themself.
"HEY! I'M FROM CLASS 1-B, NEXT DOOR!"
Katsuki turned his head towards the voice he acted as if he was bored but the vein popping on his temple said, 'I'm one second away from exploding something.'
'Classic Kacchan.'
But who was the one causing this new found noise... Another boy, This one with messy grey hair that doesn't seam to change shape. He had spikey sharp teeth and a tan colored substance shaping his eyes. 'Weird...'
"I heard you guys fought some villains," The gray haired boy continued, his expression twisting into something between a grin and a snarl. "Wanted to find out more, but…" He leaned forward dramatically, eyes gleaming with theatric disdain. "All I'm seeing is this arrogant bastard!"
Seeing this all I could think was 'Oh boy, another Daredevil...' Bakugo shifts, as I look up from my leaned position expecting him to shout in anger only to see him dead silent giving a blank stare that even Tsu would be jealous of as I turn my attention back to the boy he finishes.
"YOU'D BETTER NOT MAKE FOOLS OF THE HERO COURSE IN THIS THING!" After his speech he faded into the crowd leaving the other fodder behind. Katsuki having enough of the attention lifts my hand off his shoulder before shoving his way through the mob of student as he exits the class.
"The jerk seriously left us... AFTER PUTTING A TARGET ON OUR BACKS?!" Kirishima yells in frustration, practically pulling his hair out from anger. 'It's best to calm him down...'
"Yelling and whining wont help since the damage is already done... Besides Katsuki doesn't care." I say as I begin shoving a few students out of the way with my Darkness barrier "He's got a goal and that goal's to make it to the top. It's something that I plan to do as well!"
Kirishima was practically shaking not in the 'I'm so pissed!' way but the 'I'm so inspired that I could cry.' way. "Tch... So straight forward and Manly!" He says, 'The dude is practically on the verge of tears can someone get him a paper towel?!'
"Come on guys," I say as I clear a path by pushing the extras (fodder students in the hall) out of the door way before walking out the room
"Let's go."
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No Ones P.O.V.
Two weeks. That's all the time the students had to prepare for the up coming festival. Those words had lit a fire in the students, One could say they were filled with Determination. Each of them preparing in his or her own way.
'I'm still too reliant on my Darkness Barrier... I've gotta push myself even harder to make up for that. I need to get stronger!'
It was like in the blink of an eye, two weeks flew right by... And it was already the day of the U.A. Sports Festival!
Stay Tuned~