𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒂𝒓

( I'll be his salvation, whether
the world wanted me to or not )

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐑, 𝕿he day after the U.S.J incident, school was closed. Likely to give the students involved a minor breather for risking their lives at such a young age. But this didn't stop the reporters from spilling the story to local media outlets. In the span of one week at U.A and Naomi was already on the news. She knew it was coming considering the fact that it was one of the most prestigious schools in the world, but she never envisioned that it would be this early in her academic career.

Nonetheless, she watched the news from her father's bedside, as he laid with bandages covering his entire body.

"Y'know they could've used a far better picture," Naomi pouted. "They definitely didn't get my good side."

The picture in question was a quick snapshot of Naomi standing in between Bakugo and Todoroki as they were waiting outside of the facility along with their other classmates.

"Seems fitting," Her father said. "With how the media is I'm not exactly surprised."

"Daddy," Naomi rolled her eyes and pursed her strawberry flavored lips. "Just because you don't like the media doesn't mean I shouldn't either besides," she jutted her lip out in faux thought. "I look good on screen."

                         She could only see her father's eyes through the bandages wrapped around his entire body.  He merely glanced at her with a look she knew all too well, one that practically said, I know the real reason. It was one of her favorite traits about her father—he never pushed ( unless her life was in danger because then he'd be the first person, battle ready, to attack ) he always waited for her to open up. However, one thing about her father was that he was very observant, his keen eye catching everything—especially when it came to his daughter.

                         "Of course you do," he responded, but actually sounded genuine. "The media should be terrified of you . . . if only they knew any better. But luckily for us, they don't."

She smiled, dimples and all knowing the underlying truth behind his words, "It's okay, daddy. Not even the media would keep me away from you."

"I find that hard to believe, have you met All Might?"

The mention of the number one hero brought up a question to mind, "Say dad, why wasn't All Might at the USJ? He was supposed to be there right?"

"I don't know exactly," her father blinked away from her and towards the TV—his bandages rustling. She desperately tried not to tear up the first time she'd seen him knowing he was going to go out of his way to comfort her, but the tears soon fell when he couldn't move a single inch to reciprocate her gentle hug. She was rooted at his side and not a single teacher could convince her to leave, not even her own father."Probably booked an interview instead."

                         "Daddy, can you tell when I'm lying?"

                         He knew where this was going but answered nonetheless, "Yes, Naomi."

                         "You know I can tell too, right?" Her face lost her usual cheeky expression. "I'm not just some random, kid. I'm your kid."

She might have struck a cord because her father momentarily sighed and said, "Listen, kid. It's not that I don't want to tell you, I'm just not at liberty to discuss it."

Naomi went to open her mouth when a gentle knock was heard. She exchanged glances with him, "Come in!"

"Aizawa!" A familiar deep rumbling voice said. "You're awake"

Her father sighed, "Speaking of the devil," All Might stepped through having to squat beneath the doorframe to fit. "All Might. Didn't expect to see you here."

"I came as soon as I knew you were awake," He placed a warm hand on Naomi's head and delivered a small pat. "It's good to see you too, young Naomi. I have something for you!"

He pulled something out of his back pocket and placed it on Naomi's hand, immediately she knew what they were—her tarot cards.

"The police found them. I wanted to deliver them in person, besides this gives us a good opportunity to talk."

Naomi blinked up at him as she placed her tarot cards on the inside of her jacket pocket, "Am I in trouble or something?"

"It's alright, Naomi," her father said from behind her. "Go on."

Momentarily furrowing her eyebrows she turned to her father, "You're in on this? Seriously, daddy."

He sent her a pointed look, "Naomi."

Naomi sighed and stood up, following All Might out into the hospital hallway, where the cold made goosebumps arise from her body. The distinct smell of sterilization hit her full force, but she paid it no mind as she stood in front of All Might tonguing her cheek.

                         "Y'know," Naomi smirked. "I'm surprised the Number One hero wants to speak with me," she shrugged in amusement. "Means I'm making friends in high places."

                         "And that's always a good thing! If it weren't that we were already acquainted!" His voice dropped. "Now, young Naomi, down to business. You might know why I'm here."

                         "Please," she jutted her lip out and leaned against the wall next to her. "You're here to thank me for a job well done protecting you," she bowed in fake sincerity wanting to get out of the conversation and back to her father as quickly as possible. "You're more than welcome, All Might. Now if you please—"

                         "Naomi," he said sternly as she turned around. Halting her from taking another step. "You know that's not the real reason I'm here."

                         She took a deep breath and used her tongue to poke the inside of her cheek, "And here I thought the Number one hero was going to give me his sincerity," she took another deep breath before turning around and for once her cheeky grin was nowhere in sight. "I get it, okay. Daddy already gave me a lecture," she coughed and made her voice drop an octave in a bad impression of her father. "Naomi Aizawa! You are a child! You are not meant to jump headfirst into a battle with real villains in the sense of false justice. You do not challenge them either! When we get home you'll write All Might an apology letter! Do you understand me?!"

                         All might blanked for a minute, "Seems like he laid it on the nose, huh?"

                         "Very."

                         All Might regained his composure, "Well . . . I'm glad to see you're unharmed, just as long as this doesn't happen again I won't need a written apology," he placed a hand on her shoulder. "I've had the privilege of watching you grow into a strong young lady, Naomi. Just like your mother, but you have to understand that a hero's first priority is saving . . . not fighting."

                         Naomi did her best to keep her fist from clenching, the memory of her father's broken bones and mangled limbs resurfaced in her mind. "Not fighting, huh?" The underlying grit in her tone made his smile slightly falter. "So was I supposed to stand there and watch my dad get hurt?" She turned to the side as a doctor walked by sending them a curious glance. "Listen, number one, when I'm a pro I'll do things my way. If it means defeating villains to ensure they can't harm any lives, that's exactly what I'll do—"

                         "Now, hold on, Naomi—"

                         "And newsflash, my mother is dead," she walked back into the hospital room but not before murmuring, "There's no point in talking about her now."

All the man could do was watch as the girl he had practically seen grow up, look almost nothing like the girl he used to babysit when he was younger. The only resemblance being their unyielding tenacity. Something that caused the latters' downfall.

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                         Class couldn't come any faster for Naomi. Regardless of her attempts to keep her father at the hospital in hopes of a speedy and relaxing recovery, she knew he wouldn't take any time off with the Sports Festival weeks away. Especially after the USJ incident. So, with reluctance ( and a tad bit happy to see her father on his feet ) she made her way to school with her usual bounce to her step and her lips pulled up in their usual cheeky manner. The smile was a bit tighter altogether, but she assured herself only she knew the difference between her real and faux.

                         When she entered the classroom, she sat down and spread her tarot cards out in front of her, having them lying face up on her desk. The beautiful iridescent purple always gleamed with vibrancy when the artificial light of the classroom landed on it, the colors almost made her forget about the incident altogether . . . If it weren't for the empty spot in between her cards that continued to make her bite her lip in agitation.

                         She was missing a card, and from scanning them the minute after All Might returned them to her, she knew which one—Justice.

                         The last time she saw it was when the man with hands held it up after he figured out the half of how her quirk really worked.

                         "You guys!" The familiar voice of hagakure said. "Did you watch the news last night?"

                         "Yeah," Ojiro replied.

                         "It was so cool that we got a few seconds of screen time," her invisible hand hit her chest. "Though I bet nobody notice me hanging out in the background."

                         Shoji merely blinked, "Probably not."

                         Ojiro nervously laughed not wanting to hurt the girls feelings,"It is difficult to stand out when you're just gloves."

Overhearing their conversation, Denki smugly crossed his arms behind his neck, "We're totally big deals. Those news channels love us—we're basically celebrities."

As if, Naomi wanted to scoff.

"Yeah, it's kinda crazy, right?"

"Get over yourselves," Jiro stated as she twirled her earphone jack. "The hero course that pumps out pros was attacked that's what they care about."

Sero placed his head in his hands, a nervous smile on his face, "Who knows what woulda happened to us if the teachers hadn't shown up."

Mineta screamed, "Why would you say that? I'm gonna pee myself just thinking about it!

"Oh, shut up!" Bakugo yelled. "Grow a pair, loser!"

Naomi's lips twitched up in a smile, amused at the sight of Mineta being put in his place even if it was Bakugo who was doing it. It's not like she'd admit it to the boy, ha! hell would have to freeze over before he saw her satisfaction.

"Did you guys see All Might fighting the bird guy?" Sato said with his fists clenched. "That dude was super strong and he still destroyed him!"

Tokoyami hummed in acknowledgment at the statement, "Yes. His strength is truly a thing of wonder."

The bell rung.

"Attention! Homeroom class is about to begin! Everyone stop talking and take your seats."

                         Naomi blinked and looked around the room, everyone was seated the only individual on his feet was Iida. She had to give it to him though, at least the boy was trying.

                         "Uh," Kirishima also looked confused as he looked around the room. "We're all sitting."

                         "Yeah, you're the only one standing."

                         This made Iida hastily rush and take his seat with his fists clenched and lips downward in a frown, "Dang it!"

                         "Oh, Naomi," a voice made her look up from her cards and the empty spot in between them, "Your card . . ."

                         It was Izuku who had turned around to face her and caught her staring at her sprawled out cards in front of her with furrowed brows. She rose her eyebrows in intrigue as she watched him pull out his handy dandy superhero notebook she noticed he carried around ( more like she'd peak over his shoulder at times wondering what the boy was muttering relentlessly about ) and began furiously turning the pages.

                         "From my past observations and finally seeing your cards spread out and counting that you only have twenty one instead of twenty two obviously means your missing one, but as I match them up with the ones I have on my notebook, your missing—"

                         "Justice," Naomi finished for him with a small smirk of amusement on her face. She glanced at his notebook and immediately her interest peaked. "Say, hero, mind if I take a peak at my page?"

                         Izuku's face flushed, "O-Oh um, sure," he shakily handed her his notebook. "D-Don't mind the blank spots. I haven't seen you use some of your cards so I'm not sure what kind of quirk they have."

Naomi had to nod impressed, the drawing of her was actually really detailed. Her long two-toned hair fell in beautiful waves around her body accentuating the black and purple costume. Her thigh high heeled boots sat snugly on her feet and thighs as her usual tarot cards floated beautifully around her. However, what drew her attention was her face. Her eyes were narrowed and upraised, a violet so vibrant she hadn't even realized she had. Her long lashes were lifted giving her a mesmerizing siren look . . . No wonder she got away with a lot. Her mouth was slightly open as if she were staring at something with utter wonder that captivated her attention for awhile. She was surprised it wasn't a smirk—the same smirk she'd given him numerous of times. Instead, she looked unrecognizable in her eyes—not a single time she'd look in the mirror did she ever see the girl she was looking at, but the girl before her was so beautiful Naomi wanted nothing more than to embrace her.

She tilted her head and ran an index finger over the drawing. Her eyebrows were furrowed with concentration but Izuku might have mistaken this for a look of negativity, "It's not the best! I admit! But it took me quite a while. The longest it's ever taken me."

Wondering how the others look she flipped a page and landed on Bakugo ( just her luck ) his head was bigger than his body almost making her giggle, but she could see his drawing wasn't as detailed as hers. Anyone with a pair of eyes could see.

"You have all of our classmates here," she continued to flip the pages. "Let me guess, you took a note out of Batman's book—you're getting to know us, how our quirks are used, and if one of us ever dared to turn to the dark side you'd be the first to know our weakness."

"NO!" He waved his arms around. "That's not it at all!" He softened up and sent her a nervous smile. "Everyone here wants to be heroes, it's just fascinating how different everyone's quirk is and how different circumstances influence how they all use it! Besides, you never know when you'll have to work with someone new, this gives me an advantage to the person and their quirk."

                        Naomi tilted her head again and smiled gazing at him for a little. She knew he strived to be a hero to save people—a complete contrast to why she wanted to be a hero, nonetheless his geeky personality and overexcitable nature would help him achieve it. She knew it. There was just something so special about him aside from that, she couldn't put her finger on it. Nevertheless, if he became a top hero, she thought of the advantages, "Right," without seconds of hesitation she picked up her pen, clicked it, and flipped to her page. Without letting Izuku have a chance to pull his notebook away, she filled in the empty spots for the remaining of her tarot cards. As she finished writing everything she neatly closed the burned notebook and handed it back to him, "We make a great team, right hero?"

His confused expression almost made her giggle again, "Y-Yeah, of course, but—"

She batted her eyelashes, "I don't want our previous team up to be our last," she shrugged and jutted out her glossy lip. "So, in the future if you ever decide on calling, you'll know the extent of my quirk so we can both use it to our advantage," his face broke out into a soft smile that made Naomi look away with warm cheeks as she spewed out "But it's also useful if I ever turn to the dark side. Guess you'll have to keep me in check, hero."

He looked at her for a moment as if also observing her before smiling again, "I don't think so. I know, you'll be an amazing hero, Naomi."

He said it so surely a surge of adrenaline almost shot through her body. The look he was giving her paired with the compliments he was feeding her made her cheeks warm, she coughed and schooled her expression by sending him her usual smirk, "I know."

From the other side of the classroom, she overheard Mina say, "So . . ." She leaned back in her chair and almost fell, if it weren't for Tsu who caught her. "Who do ya think's gonna teach class today?"

Tsu tilted her head and sent Naomi a glance as if trying to gauge her reaction, "No idea. Mr. Aizawa's still in the hospital recovering from his injuries."

"Speaking of Mr.Aizawa," Kirishima spoke up as he looked at Naomi. Knowing where this was going she immediately let out a quiet groan and sunk into her seat, "Naomi! Why didn't you tell us that Mr.Aizawa was your dad."

                         This caused the entire class to erupt into chaos. Talking over one another with either surprise or confusion on their faces. All Naomi could do was take a deep breath. This certain piece of information wasn't supposed to be revealed anytime soon, it was something she and her father had a lengthy discussion about ( more of him reminding her almost everyday leading up to the start of the semester ) so it was safe to say that she was left woefully unprepared.

                         She rolled her eyes and leaned back on her chair, "You didn't ask."

Instead of it having the intended effect of calming her classmates down it only seemed to rile them up even more.

                         "What do you mean we never asked?!"

                         "How were we supposed to know?!"

                         "That's so awesome though! Imagine all the cool heroes you've seen around!"

                         "Isn't that a little unfair,"
The familiar voice of Mineta said. "She'll be getting special treatment from Mr. Aizawa. Why not put her in class b?"

                         "Ha!" Bakugo suddenly laughed. "He hardly even looks at her! Special treatment my ass."

                         Izuku turned to her, "I think Kacchan has a point. Mr. Aizawa hadn't given us any himt that Naomi was his daughter, we wouldn't even have a clue about it if it weren't for the villain attack."

                         Naomi jokingly leant her head against her hand and dreamily gazed at the boys in front of her, "My heroes."

The door slid open and before any of them could say anything, her father walked into the room—covered head to toe in bandages.

                         "It's true," he said as he limped through the classroom. "Naomi is my daughter, but when we're in this very classroom she's just another one of my students. This will be the one and only time I bring this up."

                         He didn't so much as spare a glance her way as he continued to limp.

                         It was Tenya who rose his hand and said, "Mr.Aizawa. I'm glad you're okay."

                         "You call that okay?"

                         Naomi had to give it to her father. He looked ( and was ) in no position to be teaching a class much less standing on his own, yet here he was without a seconds hesitation. It's what she admired most about him.

                         "My well being is irrelevant," he stood in front of the podium facing them. "What's more important is that your fight isn't over yet."

                         Naomi twirled a strand of her white colored hair and coyly said, "Wonder what that could be."

                         The others face dropped thinking it were more villains, but she knew what it was.

                         "The UA sports festival is about to start."

                         Kirishima rose from his seat with hands in the air, "Lets kick some ass!"

                         Kaminari placed a hand over his face to sit him back down, "Wait a second."

                         "Is it really such a good idea to hold the sports festival so soon after the villains snuck inside?"

                         "They could attack once we're all in the same place."

                         "Apparently the administration thinks this is a good way to show that the threat has been handled and our school is safer than ever. Plus they're beefing up security compared to past years. This event is a huge opportunity for all students at UA. It's not something we can cancel because of a few villains."

                         Mineta froze, "Uh, I'm sorry, but why not? It's just a sports festival!"

                         "Girls aren't into cowards, grapeface," Naomi picked at her nails. "I'd suggest you remember that."

                         Mineta gawked, "Grapeface?!"

                         "Our sports festival is one of the most watched events in the entire world. In the past, everyone was obsessed over the Olympic Games, but then Quirks started appearing. Now, the Olympics have been drastically reduced in terms of scale and viewership. For anyone who cares about competition there's only one tournament that matters, The UA sports festival."

                         Naomi could practically envision the bustling crowd, full of vigor and competitiveness in a way that fueled the competitors blood. Amplifying the already greatly enhanced atmosphere. The mere thought of people cheering her on was more delicious than her favorite strawberry flavored lollipop. Just the thought made her crave it all the more.

"That's right!" Yaoyorozu said with her fist clenched in determination. "And top heroes everywhere will be watching. This is where you get scouted."

"She's right!" Kaminari enthused. "After graduating, a lot of people join pro agencies as a sidekick."

Jiro blinked at him, "Yeah, but that's as far as some people go. They miss their chance to go indie and stay eternal sidekicks," she paused for a second and looked at the boy. "Actually, that's probably where you're headed. You're kinda dumb."

                         "It's true that joining a famous hero agency can garner you greater experience and popularity. That's why the festival matters. If you wanna go pro one day, then this event could open a path for you. One chance a year. Three chances in a lifetime. No aspiring hero can afford to miss this festival. That means you better not slack off on your training."

                         "Yes sir!"

                         "Class is dismissed."

                         Everyone waited for him to leave before they all burst into conversation. Excited about what was to come. Even Naomi couldn't help but join Yaoyorozu in conversation, whilst listening in on her other classmates.

                         "The villain stuff sucked sure, but I'm pumped for these games!" Kirishima said as grinned.

                         "We put on a good show and we're basically on the road to bein' pros!"

                         "Yeah," Sato said. "This is why I'm even here in the first place."

                         Tokoyami bowed his head in agreement, "We get so few chances. We have to make the most of this."

                         Naomi was seated on top of a desk as she conversed with Shoji, Jiro, Kaminari, and Yaoyorozu. Her legs crossed neatly in front of her as she sucked on a strawberry lollipop.

Kaminari sighed, "You're so lucky, Shoji. People are bound to notice your unique quirk."

Naomi tilted her head, "I find it hard not to notice it."

Shoji blinked at her, "Is that a good thing or bad thing?"

"Whatever you want it to be, pretty boy."

Kaminari turned to her, "You're quirks pretty showy too, Naomi. That'll certainly draw some attention."

Naomi didn't bat an eye his way and only scanned the room around her observing the groups, lollipop still in her mouth, "I know."

Jiro snickered to herself as she said, "No doubt you'll make a scene too."

Naomi's lips twitched a bit, "If by scene you mean embarrass himself, I agree."

She snickered a little more after that.

Soon the lunch bell rang, and without hesitation she slung her backpack strap over her shoulder, tugging on it to secure it on her body before sending a small wave to the group.

It was beginning to look a lot like clockwork. Every lunch she'll rush into the teachers lounge with a bright smile on her face bidding a greeting to the teachers, a little more ( a lot more ) relaxed compared to how she acted in her classroom. Albeit the only one noticing being her father. Despite the secretive facade she believed to have, he seemed to be the only one who saw her for who she truly was, but she wasn't really surprised. He was the master at them, she was his mere pupil.

"Any new info on the villains that attacked campus?" Naomi questioned as she took a bite out of her Udon noodles.

Her father gave her a straight faced look. She knew he wasn't at liberty to discuss any newfound information with her.

                         She shrugged passively, "Thought I'd try."

                         "You should be worried about the sports festival. Not on the villains."

"I'm just surprised it's still on considering they almost killed some of us."

Her father swallowed his food with a sour look on his face. He no longer had the bandages around him so she could see the crease lines caused by exhaustion next to his eyes. It saddened her, more than she'd like to admit.

                         "Like I said in class, security is going to be at an all time high. The administration was very clear on that."

                         Naomi placed her chopsticks down as she crossed her arms over her chest, "Very convenient for them to say. Their lives weren't exactly in danger to begin with."

                         Her father sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Listen, I'm not too happy about it too, but this is a great opportunity for you. Heroes from everywhere will be watching and dare I say, they'll love your quirk for its versatility. You need to amp up your training if you want to impress them."

                         "Speaking of training, you can't train me anymore can you?"

                         Aizawa swallowed another bite of his noodles, "It would be considered unfair if I train you and not the other students. You'll have to get ready for the sports festival on your own."

                         Naomi frowned. The thought of having to train herself for once was an idea foreign to her. Due to her quirks impeccable range, she'd always have someone train with her—to mentor her progress and ensure nothing too destructive happened. They would always give her a starting point and an end point at each training session, but even now she couldn't fathom on what to start with.

                         Her father might've seen the look in her eyes because he said, "You'll do great. Remember what we all taught you and start with that."

                         She looked at her father for a moment and her eyes landed on the creases once again, flashes of how he was being slammed into his own puddle of blood over and over again made her stomach turn. She couldn't ever let that happen again, if she was able to react faster, she would've been able to help him.

                         She sent him a cheeky smile she knew he could see through, "Don't worry, daddy. I have it all under control."

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Towards the end of the day, as everyone was getting ready to leave. All of Naomi's classmates froze as Ochaco's voice was heard.

                         "U-Um, Why the heck are you all here?"

Naomi turned, curiosity high, as she watched dozens of students standing outside their room. Some going as far as looking through their window as though they were mere zoo animals. She caught a couple of stares causing her to quirk a brow.

She turned to Yaoyorozu, "Do I have something on my face?"

The girl only giggled, "No, I just think you have some fans."

Naomi ignored her warm cheeks and nodded, "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

                         "Do you students have some sort of business with our class?" Tenya asked.

                         "Why are you blocking our doorway? I won't let you hold us hostage!" Mineta said as he rose a clenched fist as though he was ready to charge into battle.

                         "They're scouting out the competition, idiots," Bakugo said as he made his way to stand in front of the mob. "We're the class that survived a real villain attack. They want to see us with their own eyes, he eyed them as he stood in front of the curious students. "At least now you know what a future pro looks like. Now move it, extras."

                         Naomi facepalmed. At this point, she needed to grow accustomed to Bakugo and his loud mouthery, and with him being in her class and seeing the boy for eight hours a day, she knew this was not the last time this would happen.

"So this is class 1-A," a new voice said, causing Naomi to perk up in intrigue. A brand new lollipop now in her mouth. "I heard you guys were impressive," a boy their age pushed to the front of the crowd and the first thing she noticed was his unkept purple hair. His eyes reminded her of her father's—as though they held no emotion inside of them. "But you just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero course delusional, or just you?"

Bakugo growled causing majority of her classmates to begin panicking, hoping to any maker that he won't cause a scene ( more than he already did )

That didn't stop the purple haired boy, however, "How sad to come here and find a bunch of ego maniacs."

Naomi blinked at him, "He's the only ego maniac here," she said as she swung her backpack strap over her shoulder. Ignoring Bakugo's growl and her classmates warning her. "But with the way you're talking, I could call you the same thing," She crossed her arms as she walked up to stand next to Izuku. "Either way, pretty boy, What's it to you?"

The boy lazily smiled as though he found amusement in her words, "I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here I was forced to choose a different track. Such is life. I didn't cut it the first time around, but I have another chance. If any of us do well in the sports festival, the teachers can decide to transfer us to the hero course. And they'll have to transfer people out to make room."

Naomi took the lollipop out of her mouth, "Now we're getting somewhere. I didn't ask for your whole life story."

He ignored her this time and looked around the room, "Scouting the competition? Maybe some of my peers are, but I'm here to let you know that, or you don't bring your very best, I'll steal your spot right from under you. Consider this a declaration of war," his eyes found Naomi's, "That's what it's to me."

"Hey, you!" A head poked out from the crowd, a boy with gray hair made his appearance. "I'm from Clasd 1-B next door to you! We heard you fought some villains and I came to see if that was true. But you're just a bunch of brats who think you're better than us!"

Naomi watched as the boy from class 1-B continued his monologue only for Bakugo to simply turn and walk away. She was very surprised it didn't end with the classroom exploding.

"Hey, don't you ignore me!"

Kirishima rushed over, "Dude, where are you going? You gotta say something. Its your fault there all hating on us, Bakugo,"

He's not wrong.

Bakugo stopped and looked back at them, "These people don't matter."

Naomi rolled her eyes, "Huh?"

"The only thing that's important is that I beat them," before anyone could say anything, he continued walking away.

The gray haired boy from class 1-B growled in disdain, "Hey! I'm coming' for you!"

Kirishima clenched his fist, "I hate that that was such a manly exit."

Naomi placed the lollipop back in her mouth. Bakugo wasn't exactly wrong, they did in fact need to beat them. This opportunity wasn't only for the hero course students, but for everyone gunning to be a hero and unfortunately for them Naomi Aizawa was hellbent on winning.

— NAT TALKS

What are we thinking so far?!?!
Naomi and Izuku are adorable I swear
I'm so excited for the sports festival and what I have planned for it! Be ready.
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