When I came to, I was just laying on the floor in the commentator booth, a familiar leather jacket draped over me.

"Hey hey hey, you're awake! Coffee?" Mic hovered over me, holding a pink mug. His mouth was full of something crumbly, and it rained down on my face.
"Ew...Hiza...gross..." I complained, wiping my face as I sat up and accepted the warm beverage.

"That was extremely reckless of you, (Y/N)." I glanced over to the window, where Aizawa stood. He was gazing out over the field with a strange expression in his barely visible eyes. "But...I am proud of you for gaining control..."

"Don't worry, Sho...it won't happen again...I heard..." I trailed off, staring into the murky black of my coffee.
"Your father?" He finished my sentence, and I just nodded slowly. An awkward silence swept across the room, and everything felt heavy.
"Uh...anyway! You're free to forfeit now!" Mic clapped his hands and coughed loudly, trying to bring the life back.

"You mean everyone decided it would be safer for me to be withdrawn from the tournament..." I growled under my breath. It wasn't surprising. I had put multiple lives at risk, I just didn't appreciate people sugar coating the facts. People were scared of me.

"Isn't that what you wanted in the first place, (Y/N)?" Aizawa turned to me, and I shuddered at the sight of him wrapped in so many white, sterile bandages. I'd never be able to forget that.

"Yes...but on my own accord...not because I was forced out of play by my masters..." I huffed, toying with the tight collar around my throat. I recalled the night I had first tried to live with it on. It had slipped Nezu's mind to make it waterproof, and I had received a nasty shock when I had tried to take a shower. All was fixed now, and I craved to have the damn thing removed again, even if it was only for a few minutes.

"You're not a dog, (Y/N)..." My brother sighed, scratching his head. "Anyway...why don't you to wander the festival? Go find the class and have some fun...we can talk later..." With a roll of my (E/C) eyes, I allowed Mic to help me to my feet. I missed the Aizawa Shota I remembered, even if my memories were a distant blur. 

He was so cold and blunt now, dismissive of my emotions. I wanted the big brother who read me bedtime stories, who started tickle fights, who used to tell me each and every day that I was going to do great things with my life. Frowning, I placed the untouched coffee mug down on the desk and left the room.

Since when did I want anything to do with love and affection? I don't...

I skulked down the hall with the hopes of not gaining the attention of any teachers, peeping in on All Might when I heard him conversing with somebody in a nearby room.

"Eat this!" Midoriya was with him, and his impersonation of the number one hero almost made me blow my cover. I slapped a hand over my mouth and continued on my way to give them some privacy.
"I swear...that shrub is like his secret love child or some shit..." I murmured to myself before I reached the cafeteria.

"(Y/N)! You were intense out there! God, I almost pissed my pants!" Mina nearly tackled me to the floor, as well as an unseen weight.
"Even though you messed up my team really bad, you were amazing! I'm not even mad!" It took me a few seconds to register that it was Hagakure, and I chuckled awkwardly, fixing my clothing.

"Thanks...and sorry about that, Toru...you were just the closest targets at the time!" I smiled as I saw her floating gym clothes bop around in front of me.
"Hey, girls!" I irked out the second I heard Mineta's shrill little voice, and I got ready to boot the little creep into the stratosphere before realising Kaminari was accompanying him.

"H..hey..." He gave me a timid wave and I softened, waving back.
"What do you want? We're busy!" Mina tried to wave them off, but they weren't going to move.
"Well, we just wanted to remind you about the cheer battle this afternoon!" The three of us tilted our heads like lost puppies.

"Uh...cheer battle? You've lost me, bug..." Mina said what we were all thinking. Mineta turned and pointed towards a group of girls, clad in skimpy orange cheer uniforms with bright yellow pompoms.

"Yeah! Don't tell me you've forgotten?!" He gasped loudly, almost ridiculously so, and continued on. "Mr. Aizawa told us about it! Momo's making you all outfits as we speak in the girl's locker room! You better hurry if you don't wanna get in trouble!" I glanced up at Kaminari, who was nodding along with everything his buddy said. I wasn't exactly buying it.

"Seriously? I live with the guy...why haven't I heard anything about it?" I asked pointedly, folding my arms.
"Uh...you tell me? We're just relaying what we were told to! H..honest!" Kaminari began to nod faster, and I quietly noted the way Mineta was glaring at him. I wasn't completely sold, but I did trust the blond.

"Oooh! Come on! We're gonna look so cute!" Hagakure grabbed our wrists and yanked us off in the opposite direction. I gave Kaminari one final smile before we rounded the corner, but I missed the words he was mouthing to me.

I wonder what he was trying to say?

Once we reached the locker room, I hung back away from the group as Yaoyorozu handed out the brightly coloured uniforms. I was uncomfortable around her, and I wasn't in the mood to be chewed out again.

"Y/N)..." I lifted my gaze from the floor and stiffened as the tall girl stood in front of me, already dressed and clutching one final outfit in her hands.
"Y..Yaoyorozu..." My words came out as tense as my body, but she didn't look mad this time. Not even annoyed. She looked kind of...nervous?

"Y..you...did well..." She coughed and cast her eyes to the side. "...Controlling your quirk, I mean..." She almost knocked me back when she held out my uniform abruptly.
"Uh...th..thank you..." I murmured, accepting it gently.

"Well...you know...I can't say that I trust you...but...I can say that I underestimated your abilities...and...I'm sorry...for what I said...I...didn't mean to make you cry..." She said it as though her dignity was hanging in the balance, and it took a long moment for me to fully wrap my head around her apology.

"Yaoyorozu...I...understand why you feel that way...honestly, I can't say I would have reacted any different if our roles were reversed...I hope that one day you can see me as a trustworthy friend..." I said quietly, surprised I could speak so calmly. I was honestly in complete shock.

"You...may call me Momo...now, hurry up! We should be out on the field already!" She clapped her hands, and she regained her composure, strutting away as though nothing had happened.

Wow...maybe I really can make everything work..?

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"WHAT'S THE MATTER, CLASS A?! WHAT KIND OF FAN-SERVICE IS THIS?!"

I was starting to regret not decapitating Kaminari during the cavalry battle. There was no cheerleading battle. The boys had made fools of us, and nobody was taking it lightly, apart from Hagakure, who didn't seem to mind one bit. I saw Mineta and the electric blond snickering and ogling us all from the sidelines, and I stormed over without a second thought.

"YOU'RE BOTH PERVERTED LITTLE CREEPS!" I screeched as my foot connected with Mineta's stomach, punting him across the arena, before turning to Kaminari. "AND YOU! YOU LYING LITTLE SHIT! I'M GONNA BEAT YOUR ELECTRONIC ASS!" I started thrashing him with my pompoms, and he yelped and shielded his flushing face.

"I'm sorry! I..it wasn't my idea! Have mercy! I tried to warn you but you all left so quickly! Ahck, my eye!" I continued to pummel him with the fluffy accessories, but now I wasn't as mad. It was just fun watching him squirm.

So that's what he was trying to say...

"My turn!" Jirou cracked her knuckles as I stepped back, snickering at Kaminari, who was now legitimately terrified.

"OUR BABY (N/N) IS SO EXPOSED! NOBODY LOOK! DOES ANYBODY HAVE PANTS TO SPARE?! E M E R G E N C Y!"

"Hizashi, please shut up..." There were muffled scuffling sounds and feedback for a few seconds. "Girls, would you please change back into your designated uniforms?" I cringed and felt exposed again after that. We all began to slink out of the field, Hagakure being dragged away by Jirou. I caught a certain pair of crimson eyes staring at me as I passed, and I knew I matched the blazing colour of his cheeks. Bakugou's stare lingered for an inappropriate amount of time before he jerked his head away, clenching his jaw in a way that made my chest tingle.

Wait, no! Calm down! Don't go getting all boy crazy, you idiot!

"I wonder what would happen if I shoved a live wire up Kaminari's asshole? He sure deserves it..." I heard Jirou mutter under her breath.

"Jirou...you need Jesus..."

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The battles passed by so quickly. I cringed and winced along with Kaminari as he was overpowered by Ibara, making a mental note to go check on him in the infirmary later on. I screamed profanities at Bakugou as he battled against Ururaka. She tried so hard, and I was crushed to see her lose like that, but I couldn't deny how fiercely attractive Bakugou looked shrouded in smoke and debris.

Jirou doesn't need Jesus...I do...

I was at an emotional stalemate when it came to Kirishima and Tetsutetsu. It truly was an unfair battle, and I was silently praying that they'd become friends if they could just get past that burning rivalry. I nearly got my nose frozen off during Midoriya's fight with Todoroki, and I'm pretty sure half the stadium thought I was a lunatic when I started screeching the Canadian anthem.

I've never seen him use his flames before...he's a pro already...

Despite every battle being jaw-dropping, my heart almost ceased beating when I watched Bakugou's final round against the half and half prodigy. A war of fire and ice, every movement and every blast making my hair stand on end. I had lost all feeling in my hands as they gripped the guardrail, to the point of turning white. My throat was gritty and painful after screaming his name and praises so loudly, hoping he'd at least hear me once. 

I was excited and scared at the same time, and I felt his anger bleeding out of his body when the match was forced to end. He'd won, but not in the way he had hoped. Todoroki hadn't used his flames, and to Bakugou, that wasn't a fair fight. It was no win. I decided immediately that Kaminari could wait once I saw my ashen blond champion upon his winning pedestal, bound by chains and steel.

He looks like a real Hannibal Lecter...I need to go see him later...maybe...

I began to sweatdrop as All Might tries to place the gold medal around Bakugou's neck.
"I DON'T WANT IT! I SAID I DON'T FUCKING WANT IT!"

...or...maybe I'll wait a bit...

***I long for eternal sleep - editing this crap sucks xD**