Five days after their weekend getaway, the U.A. Sports Festival was about to begin.
In the Class 1-A prep room, students chatted, some stretching, and others discussed strategies.
Yami leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while Momo and Sato stood beside him. They listened to their classmates, taking in the different conversations.
"I wish we could wear our hero costumes," Kaminari complained, slouching in his chair.
"They're not allowed," Iida reminded him, adjusting his glasses. "It's to keep things fair."
In the middle of the room, Midoriya looked tense, fidgeting with his fingers. Yami could tell he was overthinking things. Across from him, Bakugo sat at the table, scowling like he was already planning to blow something up.
Todoroki walked up to Midoriya, and with a quiet shp, he slid his hands into his pockets and looked him dead in the eye. "Objectively speaking," he said, his tone flat, "I'm stronger than you. More capable."
Midoriya stiffened, eyes wide. "H-huh? S-sure…" He had no idea what to say.
Yami smirked from his corner. "Damn," he muttered. "Didn't even sugarcoat it."
Momo hummed beside him. "He's confident," she observed. "But he's not wrong. Todoroki's power is impressive, and he looks capable enough."
Sato crossed his arms. "Still, it's a weird thing to say before the festival even starts."
Yami shrugged. "He's setting the tone. If he sees Midoriya as a rival, that means he's taking him seriously."
"And do you see any of them as a rival?" Momo asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Nah, I'd win."
Before anyone could say more, the speakers crackled to life. "All first-year students, please report to the stadium. The U.A. Sports Festival is about to begin."
The room went quiet. Everyone exchanged glances before standing up, some more confident than others.
Outside, the stadium roared with life, thousands of spectators filling the massive arena. Flags waved, banners flashed, and the air was thick with excitement.
"It's U.A.'s Sports Festival!" Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers, hyping up the crowd. "The one time each year… when our fledgling heroes compete in a ruthless grand battle!"
Cameras zoomed across the stage, capturing the energy of the moment.
"The miraculous rising stars who brushed off a villain attack with their steely willpower!" Present Mic continued, his arms raised high, soaking in the cheers. "First up… you know who I'm talkin' about!!"
The gates opened, and the crowd's roar hit like a tsunami.
"It's CLASS A!!" Present Mic's voice thundered across the stadium, sending waves of excitement through the audience.
Stepping onto the grand stage, the students of Class 1-A walked forward; Midoriya clenched his fists, his green eyes scanning the massive arena before him.
Beside him, Iida adjusted his glasses, his stance rigid and disciplined.
Bakugo, walking just behind them, had his signature scowl in place, his crimson eyes locked ahead like a predator ready to pounce.
Uraraka walked nervously but excitedly, her gaze flicking across the massive crowd.
Todoroki remained silent as always, his heterochromatic eyes cold and focused. The sunlight reflected off his red-and-white hair, giving him an almost regal presence as he walked slightly ahead.
Among them, Yami cracked his neck, rolling his shoulders as he took in the sheer scale of the crowd. His golden eyes glowed under the bright stadium lights.
'I don't remember the stadium being so big.'
Momo walked beside him, her usual composure intact, though he could tell she was analyzing every detail of the stage.
"This is insane," Kaminari muttered under his breath, looking around in awe. "This many people… watching us?"
Jiro nodded, keeping her face neutral, though her fingers twitched against her Earphone Jacks. "Yeah, no pressure or anything."
As the rest of the classes entered the stadium, Present Mic announced. "Following Class B, it's Classes C, D, and E of General Studies...!!"
From another set of large entryways, students in standard U.A. sports uniforms walked in, their expressions ranging from indifference to mild irritation.
Among them was a sharp-eyed student with wild, unkempt hair—Hitoshi Shinso. His gaze lazily swept across the arena before he sighed, his tone carrying the weight of boredom.
"We're just here to make the others look good," he muttered, his voice laced with cynicism.
Behind him, a few General Studies students nodded in agreement, their postures slumped. Another student scoffed, arms crossed as they muttered, "Hard to get motivated..."
One of them, strangely excited, said, "Well, we can still do our best!" He said, cheerfully patting Shinso on the back.
The stadium lights gleamed on the massive crowd as the festival's chief referee stepped onto the stage, her black leather heels clicking against the podium.
The sharp crack of a whip echoed through the air.
Midnight, the "R-Rated Hero," grinned as she lifted her microphone. "Now for the Athlete's Oath!" she announced, her sultry voice carrying through the stadium.
"Ooh! The first-year ref this time is the R-rated Hero, Midnight!" one spectator said excitedly.
"What about the principal?" another asked, confused.
"He's always assigned to the third-year stage," came the reply.
Further back, murmurs continued. Some students from the General Course and Business Course exchanged awkward glances.
"R-Rated? Should she really be in a high school?" one of them muttered.
"Does it really matter? I heard she can't step foot on the school for 3 months because she groped a students cock"
"Did that really happen?"
"Is the sky blue?"
"Well, the sky doesn't actually have a colour, and it's the..."
Midnight's whip lashed against the podium, cutting through the noise.
"Shut it," she commanded, her piercing blue eyes sweeping the crowd.
The students fell silent.
"Pipe down!!" she barked, voice filled with authority. She lifted a hand dramatically. "Your student representative is…!"
The screen above flickered.
Standing at the front of Class 1-A, Katsuki Bakugo took a step forward, his hands stuffed in his pockets. The camera zoomed in on his scowl, his crimson eyes burning with intensity.
Yami smirked, watching from the side. "Oh, this is gonna be good."
Momo sighed, arms crossed. "This was a mistake."
Ochaco fidgeted nervously. "U-Um… maybe he'll say something nice?"
Kirishima leaned in. "I wouldn't bet on it."
Bakugo stepped onto the podium, his sharp gaze locked ahead. He grabbed the microphone, letting the silence stretch. The entire stadium seemed to hold its breath.
Then, he spoke.
"I'm going to win."
"Don't get cocky, Class A!"
"You ugly blonde himbo!"
"You bastard!"
Even some of the Hero Course students frowned. Kaminari rubbed the back of his head. "Dude, at least pretend to be humble."
Bakugo ignored every reaction. He dropped the microphone with an uncaring thunk and walked away.
The camera followed him briefly before cutting back to Midnight, who amusedly chuckled.
"Short and to the point," she purred. "Alright then! Now that our representative has spoken let's begin the first event!"
"These are the qualifiers!" Midnight's voice echoed across the stadium, cutting through the excitement.
The massive display above her flickered with static before settling into place. "It's in this stage that so many are sent home crying every year!!" she declared, a wicked grin playing on her lips as she pressed her massive breasts together.
Jiro stood beside Momo, arms crossed, her expression deadpan as she watched the spectacle unfold. 'Great,' she thought. 'Here comes another big titty hero. Does the god of this world have a fetish? Or am I the only board? Do all pro heroes need massive racks?'
"And the fateful first event this year is…!"
A loud BZZT rang through the stadium as the giant screen changed.
[OBSTACLE COURSE RACE!]
The words flashed in bold red letters.
The massive stadium doors creaked open with an ominous series of metallic clanks, revealing a sprawling four-kilometre track that looped around the entire arena. Midnight gestured towards it dramatically.
"The course is a four-kilometre lap around the stadium itself!" she declared. "It's a race between every member of all eleven classes!"
The murmurs of excitement and anxiety spread through the crowd as the anticipation thickened.
Midnight's sultry voice echoed across the stadium, her wicked grin widening as she announced, "Our school preaches freedom in all things! Heh heh heh… if you know what I mean~..." Her words sent a shiver through some students while others braced themselves.
"So as long as you don't go off the course," she continued, her voice carrying an almost mischievous glee, "anything is fair game!"
Yami, who was daydreaming, thinking about a paizuri between Midnight's tits, came back to earth and leaned on Momo's ear. "Is this a race?"
"Yes, It is a race,", Momo said as she squirmed in place; she felt Yami's cum oozing inside her. 'My lips are so hungry... I'll ask him for a rough fuck later.'
A loud ding rang out from the speakers just a moment later.
"Racers, to your positions…!"
The audience's roar grew deafening as students moved forward, taking their stances. The first event of the U.A. Sports Festival was about to begin.
Yami stole one last look at Midnight's massive tits, bouncing with every breath she took. His cock twitched, but he had stuff to do. Besides, Angela always waited for him at home.
Next to him, Momo clenched her thighs together, her pussy still stuffed full of his cum, fighting to keep that plug in place. She had been holding it in all morning, and Yami could tell it was starting to get to her.
And finally, the countdown came to zero, and with a loud "Ding", the race was on.
The students ran forward, cramming into the first entrance like a bunch of desperate shoppers on Black Friday.
Todoroki wasn't wasting time—he froze the ground solid and skated across the ice, effortlessly leaving everyone behind.
Most idiots at the front got their feet frozen, tripping over themselves.
Momo created a pole and vaulted over the frozen pile of students just barely to avoid getting her feet frozen.
On the other hand, Yami got his feet frozen but simply petrified and depetrified them, shattering the ice before shoving a few people aside to make space.
'Damn, I forgot to ask if I could put on some cream later,' Yami thought as he picked up speed, catching up to the frontrunners. 'Guess I'll have to rely on petrifying myself for now.'
He didn't have time to waste. In a blur, he passed Momo, smirking as he did.
"Sup," he greeted, effortlessly overtaking her.
Momo glanced at him, unimpressed but adjusting her own pace. "I knew you'd forget, so I asked for you," she said. "Yes, you can apply the cream."
Yami grinned. "That's why you're my favourite, Cow."
Momo blushed, her mind flashing to how much of his cum was still inside her.
They reached the next stage.
Momo and Yami came to a stop, eyes locking onto the massive Zero Pointers from the U.A. entrance exam. These things were skyscraper-tall, their glowing eyes scanning the students like predators sizing up prey.
In an instant, two of the robots froze over, encased in giant icebergs, as Todoroki shot past them without even breaking a sweat.
Yami whistled. "Damn. Did I ever tell you I almost took one of those down?"
Momo shot him a flat look. "Of course you did. Eyes?"
"Eyes," Yami confirmed, his golden irises flashing purple and red for a second before he unleashed his attack.
"Space Ripper!"
Two razor-thin beams shot from his eyes, slicing one of the Zero Pointers clean in half. The massive robot groaned before splitting apart, each half crashing down in a heap of twisted metal.
At the same time, the frozen robots Todoroki had left behind lost balance, tumbling over from their unstable positions.
Yami and Momo didn't waste time. They sprinted between the wreckage, using the broken robot pieces as cover to stay ahead of the crowd.
Yami blinked rapidly, then groaned. "I CAN'T SEE SHIT!"
His vision had gone blurry, his corneas burning from the attack. He quickly petrified and depetrified his face, restoring his sight. 'Damn, so I really can't spam Space Ripper… it burns my eye stuff too much. That sucks.'
He repeated the process on two more Zero Pointers, cutting them down until they reached the next area.
Up ahead, the course changed dramatically.
The ground broke into jagged cliffs, each section connected by thin, unstable rope bridges swaying in the wind. Below, a deep canyon stretched far out of sight. If you fell, you weren't coming back up anytime soon.
"This is the Fall Stage!" Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers. "One wrong step, and you're gonna be taking a loooong detour back up!"
Yami grinned. "I love it."
Momo eyed the bridges, calculating the best way across. "This is just a balance test."
"But they want people to fall," Yami pointed out. "That's why they made the bridges this thin."
Further back, students hesitated. Some tried running across, only to lose their footing immediately. Others clung to the ropes for dear life, moving at a snail's pace.
Todoroki, already ahead, froze his entire bridge, making a solid ice path to run across.
'Smart bastard,' Yami thought.
He turned to Momo. "You got a plan, Cow?"
Momo nodded. "Of course." She summoned two grappling hooks and tossed one to Yami. "We'll zipline across."
"Smart," Yami admitted, taking the hook.
They both latched onto the overhead ropes, pushed off the edge, and zipped across the canyon at breakneck speed.
Below them, a few students gasped. "Are they allowed to do that?!"
"It's U.A.," someone answered. "They said anything goes."
As Yami and Momo landed smoothly on the other side, Yami turned back, the struggling extras still wobbling on the bridges. "Poor bastards, imagine not having your personal vending machine."
Momo shook her head and kept running.
The next stage was just ahead, and from the sound of the audience's reaction, it would be brutal.
"Alright, folks!" Present Mic shouted. "This next one's gonna separate the weak from the strong! It's time for the MINEFIELD!"
The ground ahead was a wide-open stretch of dirt and gravel, seemingly harmless—except that it was littered with hidden landmines.
"Step on the wrong spot? Boom!
Midoriya, just now catching up, looked ahead in horror. "W-Wait, are these actual explosives?!"
"Yup!" Present Mic confirmed. "But don't worry, they probably won't kill you!"
Yami, already plotting something—probably stuppied—grinned like an idiot,
Momo was already coming up with a plan. "If we make a controlled explosion pattern, we can—"
"Or!" Yami interrupted. "We just run through like psychopaths and hope for the best."
Momo facepalmed. "You're an idiot."
"I am an idiot with infinite regeneration. Besides, I've tanked more than 1 granade while petrified before."
Momo opened her mouth, closed it, and then groaned.