MINIONS!!!! TONIGHT... WE STEALLLL... ZA MOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That was a bit random............. anyway... enjoy da chapter.
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The drones carried the students back to the arena.
One by one, harnesses descended from the sky and deposited the exhausted teenagers onto the field. Some landed on their feet; sadly, most didn't. A few had to be carried by the medical bots that were already waiting at the edge of the stadium floor.
The crowd welcomed them.
"WELCOME BACK!!"
"YOU GUYS WERE AMAZING!!"
"THAT WAS THE BEST SPORTS FESTIVAL EVER!!"
Midnight stood at the centre of the arena, welcoming them back.
"GIVE IT UP FOR YOUR WARRIORS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM FOUGHT THEIR HEARTS OUT!!"
The stadium roared as a hundred thousand people were on their feet, clapping, cheering, some of them still crying from the railgun moment ten minutes ago.
The non-hero students — the ones from wave one, the ones who had charged Akira with nothing but their fists and their courage — received the loudest cheers of all. They walked onto the field looking dazed, covered in dirt, some of them limping, all of them wearing the same expression: Did that actually just happen?
One Business class girl was being helped by two of her teammates. She had a bruise on her shoulder from where Akira had nudged her out of the fight. She looked up at the cheering crowd and started crying.
"They're cheering for us," she whispered.
"Yeah," her teammate said. "They are."
Near the eastern entrance, two students stood still in the middle of the returning crowd. They were just standing there, blinking, looking around like they had just woken up from a very confusing nap.
Kirishima and Tetsutetsu.
Shinso had released them the moment the battle royale ended. One second they were walking behind him like puppets, the next, they were back.
Kirishima looked down at his hands. Then at his body. Then, at the scorched clearing visible in the distance. Then, at Tetsutetsu, who was doing the exact same thing.
"Bro," Kirishima said slowly. "What happened?"
"I don't know," Tetsutetsu said. "Last thing I remember, we were shaking hands."
"Yeah. Same."
They looked at each other.
"Why am I covered in ash?"
"Why are you covered in ash?"
"Why does my body feel like I ran a marathon?"
"Bro, my arms are sore. Like, really sore. Did i fight someone?"
"Did we?"
They stood there in mutual confusion, surrounded by students who were celebrating, mourning, or collapsing, and neither of them had any idea why.
A voice cut through the noise.
"Kirishima!!"
Ochaco Uraraka jogged toward them, followed by Tsuyu Asui, who moved with her usual calm, frog-like stride.
"There you are!" Uraraka said, slightly out of breath. "Come on, we need to get to the changing rooms. The tournament bracket is being drawn in thirty minutes."
Kirishima blinked. "Tournament? What tournament? What happened to the battle royale? Did I miss it?"
Uraraka and Tsuyu exchanged a look.
"You... didn't miss it," Uraraka said carefully. "You were in it."
"I WAS?!"
"You were under Shinso's mind control for the entire second half," Tsuyu said, blunt as always. "You and Tetsutetsu were his soldiers. You fought Akira."
Kirishima's jaw dropped, and so did Tetsutetsu's jaw.
"I FOUGHT AKIRA?!" Kirishima yelled. "AND I DON'T REMEMBER IT?! THAT'S THE MOST UNMANLY THING THAT'S EVER HAPPENED TO ME!!"
"I FOUGHT THAT PHOENIX DUDE? I DON'T REMEMBER?!" Tetsutetsu was grabbing his own head. "THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE!!"
Uraraka grabbed Kirishima's arm. "We can watch the replay later. Come on, let's go."
Tsuyu grabbed Tetsutetsu's arm and pulled him towards class 1B to drop him. "Move it, ribbit."
They were dragged away, still yelling about lost memories, while the rest of the students filed toward the tunnels.
Class 1-A gathered near the main tunnel entrance and began the walk toward the changing rooms, as their footsteps echoed in the corridor, mixed with the muffled roar of the crowd still celebrating above.
The energy in the group was high. Tired, but high. They were recounting the battle royale.
Kaminari was still somewhat brain-fried, walking in a straight line only because Sero had his arm around his shoulder, guiding him. Jiro was quiet, earphone jacks swaying, a small smile on her face. Though some were sad for not making it, they were happy they gave their 100%.
At the back of the group, Akira and Momo walked side by side.
Momo was holding Akira's hand, which had the cut from the speech.
The bandage had come loose during the fight. Plus, the cloth was filled with ash, sweat, and dried blood. Momo unwrapped it carefully as they walked, examining the cut beneath.
"It's still not healed," she said.
"I told you. Part of the oath."
"I know. But it still needs a fresh wrap. Hold still."
She created a new strip of white cloth from her palm and began rewrapping his hand.
"You know," he said, "that railgun was insane."
"Thank you."
"I'm not complimenting you. I'm want to file a complaint."
"Noted. I will still be using it, though. You are too overpowered."
She finished the wrap and tucked in the end, then looked up at him.
"I was never able to mention it before, but your phoenix form is beautiful," she said. "Sacry, but beautiful."
"Terrifyingly beautiful. I'll take it."
"Don't push it."
They smiled at each other.
Just then, footsteps approached from ahead.
Shoto Todoroki stepped in front of them, blocking the hallway.
He looked at Akira.
"I will still beat you," he said.
Akira met his gaze and smiled.
'Not scared after what he saw? He got guts.'
"I'll be waiting."
Todoroki held eye contact for a moment longer, then nodded and turned to keep walking. The three of them continued down the hallway together towards the 1-A resting room.
They turned a corner and stopped.
A figure stood in the middle of the hallway.
He was tall, broad, and imposing. Flames licked across his face, his shoulders, his beard, casting orange light across the concrete walls and throwing long shadows behind the students.
Enji Todoroki, AKA The Number Two Hero, AKA Endeavor.
He stood with his arms crossed.
The hallway went quiet. The chatter from Class 1-A died. Students who had been laughing and joking a moment ago fell silent, sensing the shift in atmosphere the way animals sense a storm.
Shoto stopped walking. His expression didn't change, but something behind his eyes shut down. It was a wall going up. The same wall he had built over years of living with the man standing in front of him.
Momo and Akira stopped beside Todoroki. Both of them looked at Endeavor and assumed the same thing.
He's here for Shoto. They both thought.
Momo gently touched Akira's arm. A silent signal: Let's go. This is between them.
They stepped forward, moving to walk past Endeavor, giving him and Shoto space.
But Endeavor never does things like a normal person.... after all he is an idiot.
The temperature in the hallway simply increased — a controlled spike that made the air shimmer between Akira and the exit.
Akira stopped and looked up at Endeavor.
"May I know what you're trying to do?" Akira asked, his voice calm but with an edge beneath it.
Endeavor stared down at him. The flames on his face crackled. His eyes moved across Akira's features — the red hair, the crimson eyes, the bandaged hand, the scorch marks from the battle.
"It's such a pity," Endeavor said.
The words hung in the air.
"That Honoka chose that idiot."
The hallway went dead silent.
Akira's expression didn't change.
"Excuse me?"
Endeavor didn't blink. He looked at Akira the way a man looks at a product that failed to meet specifications.
"Before my current wife, I approached your mother with an offer," Endeavor said. "A marriage. Our quirks combined would have produced offspring far superior to what either bloodline could achieve alone."
He paused.
"She refused. She chose that loser instead. A man with not even half my power and none of my ambition."
The flames on his body flickered.
"I watched his career. Just a doctor. Stayed that way there until the day he died. And Honoka wasted her bloodline on him."
He looked back at Akira.
"And the result is you. Strong, certainly. Impressive for your age. But imagine what could have been if she had made the right choice. The child I could have produced with her quirk would have surpassed you before they could walk."
He looked at Akira the way someone looks at a missed opportunity.
"It's such a sad thing."
The corridor was frozen. Every student in the hallway had stopped breathing. Mina had her hand over her mouth. Kaminari, even in his brain-fried state, could feel the tension.
Akira stared at Endeavor for a long, quiet moment.
Then he turned to Momo.
"Take everyone and go," he said.
Momo looked at him. Then at Endeavor. Then back at Akira.
She turned to Shoto, who was standing rigid beside her, staring at his father with an expression that could have been carved from stone.
"Sorry, you have to deal with that," Momo said to Shoto. Then she took his arm and gently pulled him forward, guiding him past Endeavor and down the hallway.
Shoto let her. He didn't resist. He didn't look at his father as he passed.
Endeavor's head turned to follow his son. "Who told you that you could leav-"
The temperature spiked again, but this time, Akira was behind it.
The air in the hallway went from warm to scorching in the space of a single heartbeat. The concrete walls began to crack. Endeavor's own flames, which had been burning steadily, wavered for just a moment, pushed by a heat that wasn't his.
Endeavor looked back at Akira.
The boy hadn't moved. His hands were at his sides. His eyes were glowing.
"You're quite a piece of work, aren't you?"
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Welp..... as you can see... unlike my MHA: Akaza.. where I made Endevour much more.... lets say nice.... in this one, it will be the opposite.
Yup.. Mr. Second Rank Hero.. Haters are going to eat well.
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