“The next event will be one on one battles but before that we'll have a 30-minute break and do some fun activities for those who didn't make the cut.” Midnight says not unkindly emphasizing certain points with cracks of her whip and a smirks on her face. It wasn't that surprising as this was a sports festival after all.

I plop down on a chair in the waiting room and sigh. And start to think up a bunch of strategies and plans on how I could defeat each of my opponents but still keep my cover and not go overboard. I would still need to keep a few tricks up my sleeve.

'If I face Uraraka I'd need to tire her out and over power her at the end or I could take her out in the beginning quick and fast as she doesn't have much fighting skills, I just need to avoid getting touched by her. If I were to face off Bakugo I need to end it quickly as the bell starts, pick him up and throw him out before he can gain his bearings about what had happened-' my thoughts were interrupted by my stomach growling loudly at me, demanding attention like a bratty toddler. The few others that were in the room looked over to me and some started to giggle as my face burned red.

“Ugh I forgot my lunch.” I whine after pointlessly scrounging around in my backpack in silent desperation for about ten minutes.

Then I remember a little something and I gleefully take out my phone, quickly send a message on the manor group chat and--using a special program I helped create with Kurogiri and the doctor--I 'warped' my lunch, which sat in the manor kitchen, into my hand. Despite myself, an excited squeak escaped my lips.

“Hmm did it materialise correctly this time? hmm...yes! The sandwich is edible, the juice is still in its box, the rice and the salad didn't get mixed up...Thank goodness it's all here.” I muttered to myself as I inspected the contents of the once neatly wrapped bento--it got a little banged up on the trip. I bit into the sandwich cautiously, it tasted just how it should!
After the first few hesitant bites, I was happily enjoying my lunch while blatantly ignoring the holes that were being gouged into my back by disbelieving eyes.

“Did he? Did that just appear out of nowhere?” Someone, Ashido I think, squawked from behind me.

“Is that part of his Quirk?” Another person muttered. This caused an argument to break out about what my Quirk could be, none of them dared to come up and ask.

I finished up my lunch and warped it to the pad in my room and I was going to go clean myself up and maybe stop by Recovery Girl, but I was stopped by none other than the ice-queen himself. Shoto Todoroki. Whom I still hadn't quite forgiven for throwing me under the bus that day, Thursday, with the whole card thing.

“Come with me.” He commands with a tone of utmost seriousness. Whatever he wants to tell me must be very important. He leads me down the stairs and to a dark nook outside the building. He stares at me for a whole awkward minute and then finally starts to speak.

“You broke the pact I made.”

I tilt my head in confusion. What's this now?

“You tricked me into using my fire. I swore to myself that I would never use that bastards power! Especially not after what he did.” He begins to tell me about how his father abused him and his family and made his mom go crazy.

I kinda remember her she was a nice lady with white hair and an ice quirk which 3 year old me found so awesome. She made it snow that one time in my bedroom when I was sick in bed during the Christmas holidays.
And when Todoroki told me that she poured boiling water on him because she thought he looked too much like his father, I felt an anger burn up inside of me. Is that why he had a panic attack when he saw the kettle during the tour? Damn Endeavor.
He now hates his father for abusing his mother and tearing their family apart and so in an act of rebellion he refuses to accept his father's power and is determined to win with only his ice. I sense some potential here!

“I know you might not understand-”

I look up at him with a grim look on my face, pain in my eyes, “I understand. You want to shun your father, you want to torment and tease him until he finally snaps and shows his true colours to the world.” Empathy rolled off me in waves. I pause, trying to gather my thoughts, and whisper, “I would like that too, but it's no excuse for you to hurt yourself and limit your abilities, it is your power not his.” Todoroki's emotions was a concoction of fury, old pain, confusion, grief and understanding.

I went in for the kill, “But you can still taunt him, rebel against him by using your abilities for things other than what he intended for you to do! Endeavour has done nothing but bring pain and destruction, he's not a real hero but you of all people would know that.” I sent him a melancholic smile and Todoroki's usual stoic expression slips and his eyebrows knight together in confusion. A way to stop the tears from spilling.

“Why would you want that?” He asks,  his voice cracking, a suspicious wetness in his eyes.

He's down!

I smile sadly. “Your life isn't the one Endeavour ruined.” 

He burnt down an entire street just because he let a Villain get away and while I was having his temper tantrum he killed over 200 people and destroyed so many buildings, my mom was one of those people. And guess what! They just swept it under the rug and no one pressed charges against him! Why? Because he's the number 2 Hero! The second most powerful, so it was played off as the Villain attcking the civilians and Endeavor protected them as best as he could but this resulted in a lot of collateral damage and 'accidents.'

“Calling all contestants to the front stage. Calling all contestants. The next event will start soon!”

That's me!

I wave goodbye and run off. Todoroki is left there thinking over the words that I had said.

'Your life isn't the one Endeavour ruined.'

“What did he mean by that? Oh, Midoriya what did my bastard of a father do to you.”