Your arms were crossed over you chest, attempting to hide your body as you stormed over to the perverted pair.

"Fuck you," you hissed. "You lied!"

Kaminari laughed nervously before grabbing Mineta and running off as fast as he could. You sighed as you turned away, facing the other girls in your class. Although some of them were annoyed that they, too, had been tricked, others were still overly enthusiastic about it.

For example, Hagakure was happily waving her pom-poms in the air, jumping up and down several times as she happily cheered, while Yaoyorozu looked down, huffing in disappointment.

"I even used Creation to make these..." she mumbled.

"Why are you wearing that?" Glancing to your right, you found Shouto, who was trying his best to not look down. His cheeks were tinted a light pink at your outfit.

Biting your lip, you did your utmost best to tug your skirt down and hide your legs, albeit to no avail.

"I was tricked into wearing it by two idiotic morons," you said, waving your finger. It was simpler to just turn your clothes back into a Yuuei gym uniform.

"...I see." His strands of crimson and ivory hair flowed in the wind as the pink hue dusting his cheeks started to fade. "Have you checked who you're going against in the one on ones yet?"

You shook your head, taking the time to look up at the large television screen that had the matchups on the board.

Your first match was against Yaoyorozu. Despite the fact that she had gotten in through recommendations as well, you were quite confident you would win. If you did, you would go up against either Ashido or Aoyama, and then...

Most likely Bakugou. He would have to beat two others, but considering the fact that he had a powerful quirk and a shit-ton of strength, he would probably win. And if you were able to defeat him, you would verse against whoever won from the other side.

Shouto's side.

If he won his battles, he would go up against you in the finals.

"Make sure you win so I can beat the crap out of you in the final round," you said, pointing at him.

Nodding firmly before turning on his heel, he said, "Don't lose to Bakugou, then."

After a small amount of waiting, you were seated in your class's area in the stands, ready to watch the first battle—Midoriya versus Shinsou, the purple-haired boy who you ran into your first day. As you recalled, he was in General Studies. It was quite amazing that he had made it this far, not to be rude.

"And...start!!!" Nemuri cried, shaking her whip. You could see Shinsou's lips moving, a placid expression placed on his face as he talked.

As soon as you saw Midoriya respond, his body froze. He even stopped blinking, which was unusual. It was like something had completely taken control of his body.

Shinsou's quirk...

He must have brainwashed Midoriya when the green-haired boy responded to whatever he was saying, therefore rendering Midoriya useless and subject to every command Shinsou called out.

Slowly, Midoriya started to turn, taking steps out towards the edge of the arena. If he stepped out of the white boundary line, he would lose the match. And since the line was approaching quickly, it seemed like he most likely wouldn't win.

"...What?" you murmured, leaning forward in your seat to peer over the railing. Just as Midoriya's foot was about to be placed across the white border, it froze. Simultaneously, a large gust of wind ensued.

Midoriya had somehow managed to break free, an impressive feat. You were pretty sure it was next to impossible to free yourself from the brainwashing once you were caught in it.

Observing the next few moments, you found your breath catching at how fast the battle ended. Midoriya had rushed towards the purple-haired boy, who was attempting to make Midoriya talk again, to no avail. He was promptly grabbed and forced out the ring with a flip by Midoriya, although Shinsou did his best to put up a fight by punching the green-haired boy.

"Shinsou is out of bounds," Nemuri called out. "Midoriya wins!!!"

Instead of looking at Midoriya, who seemed to be joyous and relieved that he won, you glanced down at Shinsou. From what you could see, he seemed to be bitter as he murmured something to his victorious opponent.

"I'll talk to him later..." You turned to Shouto, who was getting out of his seat. Sero had already left to prepare downstairs.

There was a strange look in your dual-haired friend's eyes. They seemed much colder than normal as he turned to leave.

"Good luck," you called after him, (eye color) eyes trailing away.

"...Yeah..."

Facing the front again, you waited for the next few minutes. Shouto and Sero were entering the field, the latter stretching his arms as he stepped into the arena. 

"And...START!!!" Nemuri shouted, swinging her whip.

Immediately after, Sero's tape shot out from his elbows, wrapping around Shouto's body and seeming to have rendered him immobile. As he was starting to be dragged out of the arena, you caught a glimpse of his heterochromatic eyes. 

Something was wrong. 

You noticed him whisper an apology before a crackle of ice emanated and a massive wall of ice shot from his right side. It ensnared Sero, his limbs caught in the frozen water as his teeth chattered. 

"...!" You jolted back from your seat, an icicle from the wall ending a mere inch from your eye before you swatted it off and relaxed. But your biggest concern at the moment was Shouto. He said he was fine earlier... So what just happened? "He went a little overboard..." you mumbled.

"Sero, can you move?" Nemuri's entire right side had been covered in a thick layer of frost, and she was shivering slightly, a look of annoyance crossing her face.

"Obviously not!" Sero cried out, frowning. Shouto walked up to him, apologizing as he placed his left hand on the boy's chest. He activated his fire quirk to begin to melt the ice, the icy breeze drifting through the stadium starting to subside. You were questioning what happened to Shouto and his feelings, but decided to ask him about it later. The next match that would be happening was between Kaminari the womanizer and a girl from class 1-B who had long vines for hair, Shiozaki Ibara.