and he fell for her like raindrops

FOR THE NEXT MATCH, IVETTE WATCHED her soulmate, Kirishima, fight a boy from the class next door. A guy named Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu. The name was odd. Ivette had to stifle a giggle to not come across as rude. What was odder, however, was his quirk. Both he and Kirishima shared a similar quirk, and, as a result, they were on the same level.

"It's going to be a draw," Ivette stated, laying back against the seat beside her younger brother, who was busy jotting down notes on Tetsutetsu in his newest notebook. "They're on par with each other."

And she was correct. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu knocked each other out, collapsing at the same time and earning them another match afterwards.

Something churned in Ivette's stomach.

Something about her soulmates fighting didn't sit right with her. Especially when she could do something about it. Nonetheless, this was what her soulmates wanted, and who was she to tell them not to fight?

"While we wait for Tetsutetsu and Kirishima to recover, we'll start the next match!"

"Next might be the most disturbing match-up," commented Tsuyu, a finger to her face and eyes trained onto the field.

Jirou rubbed her arms up and down, repeating the motion to calm herself. "I almost don't want to watch..."

Ivette leant back in her seat, watching silently as the match proceeded. She didn't really care that Uraraka was getting her ass handed to her. Bakugo wasn't going to go easy on her just because she was a female. Good, she thought. Gender equality.

Ivette ignored her classmates' comments, crossing her arms over each other and continuing to observe the battle unravel. Out the peripheral of her vision, she could see Izuku tense up, worry etched into the features of his face.

"She's fine."

Izuku glanced at his twin.

"Look up."

He did as instructed, eyes enlarging at the boulders floating in the air.

"She's not as dumb as people think," Ivette said. Her brows twitched in irritation as she heard the progression of boos from the pro heroes in the crowd. "I'll be back."

"W-Wait! Ivette!"

Ivette walked away from the stands, catching the attention of her multi-haired soulmate. She ignored the curious look he sent her way and walked through the hallways, her destination engraved in her mind. Her legs inched further and further forward, large strides to move her body faster. Her hands curled into fists, emerald eyes glinting dangerously under the artificial lights.

"̶̧̨͓̬̩̦͉̘͙̮̥̓̓̃̈̋̏͑̀͗̃̚P̴̼͍̒͐̎̆́̂̒͋͑̔́͆͗̔̕ͅą̴̜̩̦͖́̂̑̐́͘̕͝ṯ̷̨̨͚̞̲̑̄́̈́͋͝h̴̨̜̜̼̙̹͚̥̳̼̟͌͒̈́͊̏̀̒̆͌̇̀̕͜e̸̢̢̜̼̥̭̖͎̓͗̽̂̚t̸̫̻͇͔̙̗͖̬̬̅̾͂̆̅͋́͌̃͘͝í̷̗̗̣̙̥̙̝͖͖͇̪͕̹͕̈́̐͂͐̆̈́́̈̀̎̃́͝c̴͓͉͖̹͈̗̈̂̏̈́͑͛̾̽̈́̋̓̚ͅ ̷̨̪̙̟̩͙̊h̸̞͕̹̻̜̫̺̣̼́̽̑u̶̧̧̢͈̞̤̒̑̓̀̈́̑́͌͘m̵̻͉̊̆́͛̄̀͗͐͐͐͗͠a̴̢̦͕̼̙̻̻̰̋͜ͅͅṉ̶̓̔͑̊̕̕ş̵̛̞̜̗̻̲̯͙̺̙͎͛̀̂̈́̎͒̓͒̽̐̓̕.̵̧̧͈̖̥̗̠̱̝̻̪̮͇̐ͅ"̵̧̧̯̱̞̝͉̖̩̩̗̿̏̓̓̊̇̈́͌̆̑͝͝͠ͅͅ

"Hey! How can you say you want to be a hero like that?! If there's such a huge difference in your abilities, then hurry up and send her out of bounds! Stop bullying and playing with the poor girl!"

"Yeah! Yeah!"

"There's booing from part of the crowd!" exclaimed Present Mic, the microphone clasped in his hands. "But honestly, I also feel the sa—"

A burst of pain erupted across Present Mic's cheek; his face snapped to the side by an elbow. Aizawa, who was just about to do the same, widened his eyes in shock.

"Was that a pro saying he's playing around?"

Ivette's voice echoed throughout the arena, taking everyone by surprise and silencing them all.

Bakugo's eyes widened at the voice he oh-so loved. His gaze moved over to the announcer balcony, spotting the green-haired girl holding the microphone with rage emitting off her, eyes illuminated and mist swirling around her fingertips.

"How many years have you been a pro? If you're saying that with a straight face, there's no point in you watching anymore, so go home and hang up your cape."

Present Mic gasped at the girl, reaching to get the mic, only for his hand to be encompassed with green mist, fingers frozen in place by the translucent force. Her homeroom teacher's eyes flinted with amusement, spotting the green muzzle forming around his soulmate's face.

Ivette continued, "Life isn't fair at all. There are villains out there who are ruthless and merciless; they won't hesitate to attack, no matter if you're a child or if you have a child. If you think what Katsuki is doing is cruel, then I suggest looking into another career."

The audience remained silent, absorbing the words of the wise, youthful girl who attacked them with great acrimony. Her classmates couldn't help but awe; her words and actions proved to them that she was indeed amazing.

"Uraraka is determined, smart and unbelievably strong."

The brunette's eyes widened as she heard her soulmate's sister compliment her, surprised to hear such words coming from her mouth. At the same time, Bakugo began to get irritated. He wanted Ivette's attention to himself. Not to the floaty bitch in front of him. Especially since she wouldn't go down.

"Katsuki knows that she deserves to be here. She's made it this far. Uraraka deserves to be treated with the same respect. Had she been a boy, well, I'm sure you'd all be acting differently. Take your misogynistic, ludicrous, shortsighted opinions and shove it right up your ass, you two-timed piece of—"

Aizawa grabbed the microphone before she could finish her curse, causing her to glare at him.

"Hey! I wasn't finished!"

"Go back to your seat," he said, his voice serious, yet his eyes told her that he was proud and amused by her — she could see the dim glints. Ivette was sure that she would be able to see a smile on his face if it weren't for the bandages.

Ivette huffed, complying with her teacher's order. She turned on her heel and left, Aizawa and Present Mic's eyes trained onto her. She was a storm, they recognised. Sudden, powerful, violent, devastating, and utterly magnificent. Like wildfire, or a summer storm swept off the corners of the world.

The girl wasn't like wildfire, though.

She was wildfire.

Aizawa returned his attention to the crowd. "I agree," he said. "Bakugo is being careful because he's acknowledged the strength of his opponent who has made it this far. It's because he's doing everything he can to win that he can't go easy on her or let his guard down."

The green-haired girl rolled her eyes. He was just stealing her thunder.

She plopped back into her seat, ignoring those that stared at her. Instead, she focused in on the battle ahead of her. "How embarrassing it must be for a bunch of Pro Heroes not to see what's going on," she muttered, folding her arms over her chest. Ivette watched the battle continued, lips twitching upwards as Bakugo fired a colossal explosion, destroying Uraraka's meteor shower of rubble and knocking her back as well.

She had to admit that the brunette's determination was admirable.

"̴̢̯̼̟̩͙̤͈̞̗͉̝̺͑̀͂̌͐̇̚̚̕͘̕͠͝ͅͅÂ̶̦̬̼̞̜̼͎͍͍̙̰̖͌s̸̹̪̼̓ ̷̼̰͕̗̮̞̙̩͌ś̶̩̅ḁ̷̛̬̰̤̞̠̄͆̉͛͋̈̇̈͝d̷̨̰̱͖͎͇͉͚͉̟̳̺̍ ̴̨͈͚̻͚̫̟͔͕̤̥̥̩̝̃͌͂̿̆ä̶̻̯͇̜̻̻̼͓̪̳̯͉́͊̔̓̄̄̈́ͅs̶̨̳͙̙͎̹͋̒̋̈́̔̃͐̃͊̔̕̕ ̶̧͕̦̼̜̫̠͍̻̻̼̗͙̠͍̑͋͛̎̏̃͒͋̈͘̕i̴͓̥͖̒͑̃̄̔͜͜t̵̛̞̬̞̭͎͊̾̉̀̈́̃̔̋͐͂̑͜ ̵̬͈̥͋͝͠͠i̷̢̫͓̖̞̪̖̾̏͠s̷̛̹̞͕̬͚̦̗̏͌͒̇̄̽̆̓́͒͂͘,̷͉̭̓̐̈́̅͑͗͊̀̓̒͒ ̷̨̡͓̰͐̔͗͒͌̓̃̿̋͌̓̃̕͝o̸͓̼̙̦̽̃͒̊n̴̛͚͙̞͖͇̗̺͙͒͌͌̃̄̽̊͜l̸̳͔͉̭̒̄͋̄̈́͆̈́̉̀͋̈̔͋͠ȳ̸̪̥̾̈́̃͑ͅ ̸̢͈̲̘̤͙̲̺͈͚̰͆̓̽͊t̶̢̺͚̩͚̗̣͇̀̆̓̈̽̀͠h̵̟̘̳̃͛͒̽͝e̸̮̿̈́̐͑̀̃͆͘̕ ̸̧̭̩͉̹̲͓̪̺̫̪͂̿̄̓͠s̶̛͎̎̈́̾t̵̨̛̛̛͖͕͈̦͓̫͉͎̜͚̺̂̊̊̑̄͒͑̓̉̆̉̕ȑ̶̟̩̫̭͓̇̈́ö̶͇̺̟͎̼̔́͗̔̅̓̆̋̆̏͘̕͜͝͠n̵̛̠͈͔͔͔̻̼̦̭̣̦̓̔́͋̇̔́́̓̕͝g̶͙̼͚̗͊͒́́͌́̿͛͆͘ ̷̧̘͐̒̆̂̈̾͝r̶̨̨̪͎̗̜̠͎̦̗̳̦̮̉́̈́͛̌̀̓̕ȩ̵̛̮͔̹̠̬̳̫̝̖̥̒̄͛͛̈́͒̈́͗͋̀̆͛͝m̵̬̳̯͑͝ã̷̠̮̞̹͓̬̐͛̀̈́i̷̧̘͍̳̲͎͉̣̩̱̣̩̎ͅͅn̵̺͎̩̙̪̪̘̺̥͙̲̼̈́̈̈͐̑͐͠͠.̴̛͓̈́͛͊͝ ̵̨̧̛̗̱̤̜͈͉͖̝̠͈̇̋̆̓̓̈́͒͑̇̈̀͊T̶̹͌͛̋̅̽̾̈͑͌̓̕ͅh̷͙̠̬̙͓̅̾̈́̀́̍̅̇̐̈̀̉̀ȩ̴̛̤̦͈͓̠͎̜̬̋̇̅̊̐̀͝ ̴͙̳͓͖͍̭͇̳̠̬̦̬̭̀͛͗s̴̨̘̦̫̫͖̥͚̲͛̀̃̿̌̃̈́̊͒́̔̈̾̒͘ư̴̧̖͇͇͓͇͈͇̬̺̹̞͕͛̀̎̓̑̑͐̅́́̚͝r̶̢͈̬̜̹̹̮̹̝͂̍͑̆͐̀̓̊̅͑̆̕̚̕͠ṽ̵͇̦̟̲̙̳̜̂̓̆́͂̕i̴̡̢̛̬̯̫̮͕̹̫̮̳̯̝̭̒̉͂́͘͜͝v̷͎̯͈̱̔̽͆͒̄̊a̴̧̨̦̜͙͔͐͂̈́͛̊̚͘͝ļ̴̹̤̩̜̀̈́̓̓̋̽͘ ̴̡̡̡͈̺͓̟̻͓̙̲̾̑͋͆̒̆͂́́o̵̗̩̤̯͊̍̍̈̏͆̄̓̐͜f̸̢̛͚̠̮͖͔̱̺͑͋̔̿͊̂́̃̇͝ ̴̢̧̨̮͕̪̗̠͈͇̘̄̐̾̓̏̒̄̌́͌͑̓̓͘̕ͅẗ̶̥̱̘̳́̍̒̏͑̓̿͐͠͝ḧ̶̗̦̰̰͚̇̔̎̀̋͛̍̌͠͠ȩ̴̣̞͈͍͚̾̓́̌̎͘ͅ ̴̡̨̱̲͈̰̘͖͓̝͇̖̄̔͊̒̄̂͋̇̍̚͠f̷̡̭̪͙̘̭͕̱̝͎̟͚͓̜͊̉̍́͑̈́̂̔̉͂̽̅̔͘͝į̸̨͎͔͆̿̇͗̆́̍̆̚͜t̷̛̪̱̫̅̀̈̀̿͑̾̇͛́̕͠ț̴̫̈́ę̶̲̪̩̲͕̗̎̇͜s̵̡͚̖̥̖̹͑͑̇̅̋̓̿͋͑̋̓͘͠͝ͅṯ̵̜̹̖͍͈͈̹̝͚̹̑̑͑͆̇̎͑.̴̹͊̌͂͒̎͊̓̉͐̒͌̒͠͠"̶̰̪̭̲̮͚̥͔̖̀̾͛͊̾̚͝͝͝

"Uraraka's out of commission. Bakugo advances to the second round!"

"̸̡͚̯́̓͛̃S̶̹̅̌̅̀̂̈́h̴͇̞͊͊̽̿ę̴͖̩̭͈̒̋̈́̿e̸̻͍̭̱͗̍̏ŕ̶̫̫͈͓̖̘̎̽̚ ̷͎̠̫͙̋͘̚̕w̶̬̠͉͋͜͝ị̴̡͚̺̎̊͜l̷̜̮̓̌̔͒̐̚ͅl̴̙̏̋͋̿ ̷̰̱̬̳͇͂̂̆͠a̸̧̮̓̅̋̌̊̐ñ̶̢̼̙̩̬̊̐̈́͑̚d̵̫͉͔̟͙̐͊̃ ̵̥̞͙̪̺͌̇̈͂͠ͅd̵̛̰̣̤͐̀̄ē̵̼̱̫̦̙̗̃̕t̵̟̱͉̹̊̄̾͋ẹ̴̙͖͖͋͂ŗ̵͙̙͓̺͖̈́̿̒͝m̶̼̓i̸̡͖̤̱̒͋̑̚n̴̢̩̠̄͊͠a̸͚̠̖̳̤͔͌͒t̶̞͚̦̥̣̠͒̒̓̇͝ĭ̷̛̭̻̙̺͆͝͝o̷̻̼͔̥̰̎̋̒̚n̸̝̪̫̲̂́͜ͅ ̷̤̰̽̂ḿ̴͙͎̺̓͝e̸̝͓̱̠͒̈́͛̀͂̚a̵̧̲̱̬̽ͅn̶̬̣̰̈́́͌̚͠͠ ̴͉̋̃͆͝n̶͔̪̥̓͌̇̂̍̔o̷̢̳̪͇̖͂͋͗̕t̵̘̼́̎ḧ̶̠͙͓̳̣́̀̑́̕͘i̶̡̦̺̖͕͑̅͜n̷̪͎̥̹̞͔̔̑͊̈́͘g̵̘͖͔͈̬̎ ̵̳͓̖́̍̑i̶͙͈͎̱͚̓f̶̢̣̪̞̀̕͜ ̶̮̂y̴͖̦̺̱͌͗̐̂̀̚͜ǒ̶̻̩̂̏͜ų̵̬̳̘͍̮̏̕ ̵͇̮̩͉̳̟̂̉̅c̸̢̳̩͓̗͛̑â̸̡ň̶̛̫̯̬̩̦͙̚͝'̶̭͈͓̭̑̽̀͋̐͘t̶̞͈͊́̈̿͆ ̶̧̠̞͚̤̪̅͋̀̈́̓͝ẇ̶̡̭̐i̴̘̞̪͝ͅṅ̴̪̏̎̈̓.̸̨͈̺͚̑̓̈́"̷̢͔̭̣̌̾̇̅̅̾

That's why we need to get stronger, Ivette told herself and her companion. We have to grow stronger until we can do more than survive.

"̸̞̼̕Ṵ̶̢̪̖̝̿̎̂ñ̷̖̈͛̓ț̸̋̊͘i̶͍̞͚͂ĺ̷̠̱̠̓̀̈͝ͅ ̵̹͍̖̈́̀͘w̸̟̋̄͌̋ê̸͖̩͇̹̻̓̐̎͊̈ ̸̡̖͉̆̆̔͝c̶̬͕͚̖̪̓͜á̸̩̐̆̾͠n̵̠̣͕̈́́̅̈͝ ̴̪̖̳͓͎͍͑̑̀̊͋w̸̲̭͇̑̋̅ḯ̵̘͍͓̻̘̝͒̇̏̚̕n̸̢̫̜̯̬͑̀̅̃͝.̸̫̀̏͋"̶̛͔̭̍͑͑

Yes.

"Hey, Bakugo." The green-haired girl turned to see the blond walk into their stands; his hands shoved into his pockets as he descended the stone stairs. "That was tough, huh?" Sero teased, a playful gleam in his eyes. "Playing the bad guy."

"Even if it was just because of the match-up, you played an amazing villain, Bakugo," Asui said bluntly, irritating both Bakugo and Ivette.

Can't people mind their own fucking business?

"Shut up! Be quiet!" he yelled.

"But man, I can't believe you were able to aim such a huge blast at a frail girl," Kaminari said, and Ivette felt her eyes twitch in annoyance. "I couldn't help but hold back.

She scoffed, "Says the dude that lost to a girl."

"Wa- Ivette!"

"She completely sealed you off, Kaminari," added Asui, forcing him to remember his own match, in which the girl from class 1-B enveloped him with her ivy strands of hair, demobilising him and resulting in his loss.

"Y-You know what, Tsu..."

Bakugo plopped into the seat next to his soulmate. "What part of her was frail?" he mumbled, brows furrowed forward in irritation, even if he did win his match.

Ivette glanced at him.

"You have something here," she said, reaching over and swiping the speck of dirt off his face with her thumb.

"Thanks."

The two turned their gazes to the front and watched their redheaded soulmate battle it out again. He and Tetsutetsu locked hands, elbows placed on a concrete surface. The first to hit the concrete would lose.

Ivette smiled as Kirishima knocked his opponent's arm down.

"Winner, Kirishima! He advances to the second round!"

"Good," huffed Bakugo, leaning back into his seat. "I'd've killed him if he lost."

Ivette snorted. She could picture Bakugo berating the redhead for losing an arm wrestle. "You should have more faith," she said. "One day, he might just surprise you."

"I have the utmost faith in that dumbass."

They watched as he helped Tetsutetsu off the ground, broad grins stretched across their faces. Neither were upset. They were both going to grow from their experience, that was for sure.

Once Kirishima entered the stands, Ivette welcomed him with a fond expression. "Well done," she congratulated, moving to the next seat and letting Kirishima sit in the middle.

"Thanks!"

Bakugo glanced at him. "Well done," he repeated, his heartbeat spiking once he saw Kirishima's face brighten ten-folds. A blush spread across his cheeks, and he placed his chin on his palm, turning away from the redhead and making sure no one saw his burning cheeks. It was too late, though. Both Ivette and Kirishima saw.

The former smirked, whilst the latter felt his palpitating heart begin to swell with bliss, his cheeks blazing a dark shade of red, matching the colour of his hair.

"Thank you."