Trigger Warning: This chapter contains mentions of scars, which people may find distressing. Reader discretion is advised. Also, please take care of yourself and seek support if needed.

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-3rd Person POV-

The only thing people could talk about was the wolf boy's victory. The fact that the number two hero's son lost before the finals would indeed generate a great deal of speculation, which Endeavor was furious about because it caused his Quirk to emit heat in response to his rage.

Since Todoroki was out of commission from Tatsuya's last attack, they had to rely on Cementoss to remove the ice from the arena without having any chunks falling on the audience, so it was going to take a while. As this happened, the other students talked about how the wolf boy's fighting style became more brutal as the competition progressed.

With Ashido, it was about the same as his fight in combat training. But in his battle with Iida, Tatsuya practically broke the turbo-legged boy's nose when he drew blood from the headbutt to the face to escape his opponent's attempt to throw him out of the ring. And with Todoroki, he brought the claws to the fight, leading up to the dual-haired boy just about to attack with his flames, something Tatsuya had been waiting for since the combat training.

As Izuku said, he wanted to defeat his opponents at the top of their strength. So, he wouldn't take someone he considered his equal holding back too lightly. One could only imagine how our protagonist felt when his opponent was about to give him everything he had before immediately stopping to end up taking a K.O. punch to the face.

Despite the vigorous cheering from the crowd, things were calm for the two contenders as the nursery robots escorted the unconscious Todoroki away to the infirmary. Strangely enough, Tatsuya's disbelief suddenly went to neutral before he stepped off the arena, which concerned Izuku since he'd known the wolf boy for many years. But he couldn't dwell on it for too long—the next thing he knew, Bakugo and Tokoyami's battle was getting underway.

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-Tatsuya's POV-

I knew one thing for certain: I didn't want to be in the same room with Todoroki right now. With each step, a fierce scowl etched itself onto my face, matching the intensity of my emotions. The mere thought of facing him sent a surge of anger coursing through me, propelling me forward with a determined stride. As I hastened through the stadium hallway towards my waiting room, I couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of fury that engulfed me.

As memories flooded back, I recalled vividly Todoroki's resolute words echoing through the waiting room, his determination palpable even in the tense atmosphere before the festival began. "Everyone witnessed your skill with martial arts in the combat training and against that monster meant to kill All Might, but even with All Might in your corner as well, you can only go so far," his voice reverberated in my mind, each word carrying the weight of his conviction. I could almost feel the intensity of his gaze as he spoke, his unwavering resolve etched into every syllable.

Then, the recollection shifted, transporting me to a hallway near one of the exits, where Bakugo's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and merciless. "Y'know, if you really wanna be a hero that badly, there actually might be another way. Just pray that you'll be born with a Quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off of the roof of the building!" His words, dripping with disdain and arrogance, echoed in my ears, a reminder of his scornful dismissal of Izuku's dreams.

In the recesses of my mind, another voice chimed in, this one belonging to Monoma, dripping with mockery and derision. "I'm surprised they actually allowed Quirkless cosplayers in the hero course!" His taunt, delivered with a sneer, lingered like a bitter aftertaste, a reminder of the ridicule I faced for daring to pursue my aspirations despite lacking a Quirk.

Lost in the tumult of my thoughts, I stumbled into the waiting room, the weight of my frustrations pressing heavily upon me. Without conscious awareness, my fist collided with the nearest wall, a primal yell escaping my lips as cracks spiderwebbed across its surface. Yet, even as the plaster crumbled beneath the force of my blow, I remained heedless of the damage wrought.

"Damn it all..." I muttered through gritted teeth, the tremors of anger coursing through my body as I fought to regain control of my emotions. With shaky breaths, I sought to quiet the tempest raging within me, but my efforts were interrupted by the shrill ringing of my phone. With a resigned exhale, I glanced at the caller ID before reluctantly answering. "Hello?"

"Hey, Tatsuya. We saw the last—"

"HEY, BIG BRO!!" A cacophony of voices erupted on the other end of the line, drowning out Ms. Carla's words and forcing me to swiftly pull the phone away from my ear to shield myself from the ear-splitting noise.

Amidst the clamor of excited voices on the other end of the line, I struggled to discern any coherent words over the din, though Ms. Carla's attempts to pacify them were evident. Despite the chaos, I found myself chuckling softly at the exuberance of the children, their enthusiasm palpable even from miles away. Gradually, the cacophony began to fade, replaced by the muffled sound of a door closing, signaling their departure.

"Sorry about that. They're always excited to hear from you after watching you in the arena," Ms. Carla's voice came through, tinged with amusement at the pandemonium that had just unfolded.

"Really? I never would've guessed," I replied, playfully teasing, my own chuckle joining hers. "What were you gonna say, Ms. Carla?"

"We were watching the last fight, and I wanted to check up on you. Everything alright?" Ms. Carla's voice came through the phone, filled with concern and warmth.

"Yeah, just peachy," I replied, my words laced with a hint of hesitation. Despite my attempt to sound nonchalant, the lingering effects of the battle were still evident in my voice. "The adrenaline was helping me bear the cold of his ice."

"Really?" There was a subtle note of skepticism in her tone as if she could sense something amiss even through the phone line. "You definitely didn't have that expression of victory compared to your matches with Ashido and Iida. Tell me again, is everything alright?" Her concern was palpable, cutting through any façade I might have been trying to maintain.

"Can't keep anything from you, huh?" I rhetorically asked with a sigh.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Ms. Carla responded, her voice soft and attentive, inviting me to share my troubles. So, I began to confide in her, explaining the tension with Todoroki and the frustration I felt about his refusal to fully utilize his Quirk. I recounted our interactions, emphasizing his determination to win using only his left side, despite the potential advantages his fire offered. I skirted around the deeper complexities of his family situation, opting instead to focus on the immediate conflict at hand.

"Now, Tatsuya, you know very well how trauma is one tough hurdle for anyone to cross," Ms. Carla remarked sternly, her words a gentle reminder of the importance of empathy in navigating such delicate situations.

"I know," I murmured softly into the phone, my voice carrying a weight of understanding as I absorbed Ms. Carla's counsel.

On the other end of the line, her voice was calm yet firm, resonating with a depth of wisdom. "I understand that you want to challenge yourself, to push the boundaries of your abilities," she said gently. "But it's important to recognize that even the strongest among us have limits."

"I know," I repeated, my voice tinged with a hint of determination, a silent promise to heed her advice.

"Remember, everyone handles pain differently," she continued, her voice a soothing presence amidst the static of the phone line. "You can't expect others to conform to your expectations."

"...I know," I sighed softly, acknowledging the complexities inherent in human nature

 "Just give it time. He'll come around and get stronger to become a great hero. Isn't that all that matters in the U.A.?" Ms. Carla said.

Staring off into space, I pondered her words, allowing their weight and meaning to permeate the quiet corners of my mind. Despite it being over the phone, each syllable she had spoken resonated like a distant echo, carrying a cascade of thoughts and emotions that tugged at the threads of my understanding.

With a deep breath, I finally broke the silence, my voice infused with a newfound resolve born of introspection. "You're right. At the end of the day, our journey at U.A. is about more than just individual strength—it's about striving to become the best heroes we can be for the sake of others."

A sense of clarity washed over me as I spoke, the weight of uncertainty lifting from my shoulders like a burden released. In that moment, I felt a renewed sense of purpose, a steadfast determination to navigate the challenges ahead with grace and resilience.

"Thank you, Ms. Carla," I said, gratitude lacing my words as I expressed my appreciation for her guidance and support.

"Anytime, Tatsuya," came her reassuring reply, the warmth of her voice a gentle reminder that, no matter the trials I faced, I was never truly alone.

"That means our final fight will be between Akiba and Bakugo!" Present Mic declared over the loudspeakers, interrupting my train of thought.

With a quick goodbye, I ended the call, the sound of her encouraging words echoing in my ears. As the line went dead, I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins, a fierce resolve burning bright within my chest. It was time to face my greatest challenge yet—to stand toe-to-toe with Bakugo and emerge victorious.

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After stowing his phone in a locker, Tatsuya settled himself at a nearby table. The anticipation of the impending match focused on his features. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes, mentally preparing for the challenge that lay ahead. "I hope you're watching, villains. What you're about to see will be what you'll get when I meet you," he thought, his inner voice filled with quiet determination.

Meanwhile, Bakugo strode confidently toward his designated waiting room, his swaggering gait exuding an aura of undeniable self-assurance. "Let's see that mangy mutt try to close in on me when I'm bombing every inch of the stadium," he thought, a cocky grin playing at the corners of his lips.

As they each prepared themselves for the final showdown, Tatsuya and Bakugo shared a common thought that echoed through their minds with unwavering conviction. "I'll show the world what a champion looks like!" they both thought, their determination resolute and unwavering.

They were given a fifteen-minute break so that Bakugo could rest a bit while providing both fighters the chance to prepare themselves. It didn't stop the audience from talking with each other in their excitement for the final match of the sports festival.

"Oh, this should be fun," Sero remarked with a grin, his eyes flickering with excitement at the prospect of the final showdown.

Kaminari chimed in, his tone tinged with playful anticipation. "The Mangy Mutt versus the Pomeranian. I wonder who would win," he mused, referencing the colorful nicknames the fighters had adopted for each other. "It's too bad Todoroki's missing out on this."

"Yeah, the way Akiba took him down was really scary!" Mineta exclaimed, his nervous energy palpable as he anxiously nibbled on his fingernails.

Amidst the lively chatter and anticipation that permeated the arena, Izuku remained lost in his own thoughts, his attention torn between the electrifying atmosphere of the stadium and the images flickering across the screen. His brow furrowed with concern as he watched the footage of Tatsuya and Bakugo, a sense of unease settling over him like a heavy shroud.

"Deku?" Uraraka's voice broke through his reverie, her gaze soft with concern as she regarded him. "Is something on your mind?"

Startled out of his contemplation, Izuku turned to face Uraraka, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the mounting tension. "I..." he hesitated, his gaze flickering between the arena and his friend. "I'm just a little worried about Tatsuya, that's all," he admitted, the weight of his concern evident in his voice.

"Akiba did say that he and Bakugo never fought before. Considering how Bakugo fights with people, I guess I'd be a little concerned, too," Ojiro mused, his gaze thoughtful as he considered the upcoming match.

"That's not it," Izuku interjected, his tone earnest as he sought to clarify his thoughts. His eyes remained fixed on the arena below, a furrow forming between his brows as he wrestled with his apprehensions. "It's just that Tatsuya will be at a complete disadvantage in this fight."

"What do you mean, Midoriya?" Kirishima's voice joined the conversation, drawing the attention of their group as they leaned in, eager to hear Izuku's explanation. The air hummed with anticipation as they awaited his response, the tension palpable in the charged atmosphere of the stadium.

"His Quirk may be simple, but it has its fair share of weaknesses. His hearing and sense of smell are stronger than those of other superhumans," Izuku confessed, prompting a ripple of surprise among the group.

However, while some seemed taken aback, others still struggled to fully comprehend the implications, their expressions reflecting a mixture of curiosity and confusion. Kaminari and Mineta, in particular, exchanged puzzled glances, their brows furrowed in uncertainty.

"Meaning, what exactly?" Kaminari asked.

"It means that Akiba would have a harder time getting close to Bakugo with his explosions being much louder for him than it would be for us," Hagakure explained reluctantly, her words adding a sobering layer to the discussion. With her statement, the final piece of the puzzle fell into place, eliciting mirrored expressions of concern from the group, including the previously perplexed Kaminari and Mineta.

Hagakure's worry for Tatsuya intensified, evident in the way she instinctively placed a hand over her chest, a silent plea for caution evident in her gesture. "Akiba, please... be careful."

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As the fifteen-minute interlude drew to a close, the atmosphere in the stadium crackled with anticipation, the audience's excitement mounting for the climactic showdown of the sports festival. All eyes were fixed on the finalists as they made their way to the arena, their expressions painting a vivid contrast: Tatsuya wore a solemn visage, his features betraying a sense of gravity, while Bakugo's countenance was etched with a steely resolve, his eyes smoldering with wrathful intensity.

"Welcome to the final battle of the U.A. High School Sports Festival! The long-awaited match is finally here!" Present Mic's voice boomed across the arena, electrifying the crowd even further. "These two fighters compete with one another in terms of talents and abilities. Furthermore, they attended the same junior high; this is a fight made in destiny! From the hero course, Tatsuya Akiba versus his classmate, Katsuki Bakugo!"

As the announcer's words reverberated through the stadium, the finalists assumed their fighting stances, their readiness palpable in the charged air. Bakugo's hands crackled with miniature explosions, each burst a testament to his formidable Quirk, while Tatsuya extended his claws, poised for action. Despite the audible sizzle of Bakugo's explosions, Tatsuya remained stoic, his demeanor unfazed, much to the growing agitation of the ash-blond powerhouse. Midnight watched with a furrowed brow, her concern evident as she observed the mounting tension between the competitors.

"Now begin!"

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Right off the bat, Bakugo propelled forward using his explosions and brought out his right hand, going for his signature right hook. His speed would've caught anyone off guard and dealt a lot of damage.

But Tatsuya was not someone to be underestimated as he broke into a sprint, looking like he was about to meet the ash-blonde's attack only to drop into a roll beneath it as Bakugo detonated an explosion at where his opponent once was, a cloud of smoke gathered around him.

As Bakugo just noticed that he missed, Tatsuya spun on the spot and delivered a roundhouse kick to the right side of the ash-blonde's head, as he did against Todoroki in the combat training, knocking him a few meters to the side. Following his recovery, Bakugo exploded the area surrounding him, causing smoke to accumulate around the arena and hiding him in the process.

In the smoke, Tatsuya rubbed his ears briefly to deafen the ringing from the explosions before slowly looking around, trying to keep track of Bakugo's location. It didn't deter the fact that the ash-blonde would make himself known eventually.

Tatsuya's ears twitched upon hearing an explosion coming from his four o'clock, the resounding boom punctuating Bakugo's launch as he hurtled forward, hands primed for a point-blank blast. Tatsuya anticipated it and jumped up, reaching the ash-blonde's height to counter with a backward hook kick. However, Bakugo harnessed the force of a downward blast, propelling himself upwards anew. This sudden shift in trajectory positioned him directly above the wolf boy, hands surging forth once again to unleash another close-range explosion.

The impact of the explosion reverberated throughout the stadium as Tatsuya bore the brunt of the blast, hurtling to the ground with a force that knocked the wind out of him. After catching his breath, the wolf boy shook his head to clear the fog and covered his ears before tapping his temple to silence the ringing.

Tatsuya heard another explosion as the ringing subsided. He looked up and saw Bakugo approaching him from above. Tatsuya quickly rolled away to avoid the ensuing blast. The wolf boy then got up and charged at Bakugo with his fist clenched. Bakugo defended himself by bringing his arms up, but he still slid back a few feet from the impact of the punch.

Tatsuya swiftly followed up with another punch, not giving his opponent a chance to retaliate. However, Bakugo quickly regained his composure and fired an explosion as he took the wolf boy's attack to the face.

They both recoiled, with Tatsuya being sent a couple of meters back from the explosion as they regained their bearings. Bakugo stood up with a streak of blood running down his nose as Tatsuya put a palm over his ear again and shook his head, with a burn over his jacket where he took the blast.

"Those explosions must be starting to affect Akiba as he appears disoriented. Will this be the turning point of the match?!" Present Mic's voice sliced through the cacophony, his words laden with anticipation and speculation, echoing the thoughts of the crowd.

"I'm just getting started," Tatsuya muttered to himself as he saw Bakugo approaching with a psychotic grin.

"Let's see how long those ears of yours can last, bastard!" Bakugo yelled, blowing up mini-explosions in his hands.

The air crackled with tension as Bakugo lunged forward with a ferocious explosive punch, his determination etched into every muscle fiber. Yet, just as the explosion threatened to engulf Tatsuya, the wolf boy swiftly deflected Bakugo's hand to the side, disrupting the trajectory of the blast.

With calculated precision, he countered with a lightning-fast jab, catching Bakugo off guard and momentarily stunning the fiery-haired competitor. Seizing the opportunity, Tatsuya pivoted gracefully on his heel, his movements fluid and controlled, before executing a flawless throw that sent Bakugo hurtling over his shoulder with astonishing force

"Hey, Midoriya, wasn't that throw similar to the one you did on Bakugo in combat training?" Kirishima's voice cut through the din of the crowd, his words tinged with curiosity as he drew a parallel between the ongoing fight and a past training session replayed countless times in their memories.

"I don't think so," Izuku responded, his focus unwavering as he observed the clash unfolding before him. His mind meticulously analyzed each movement and strategy employed by the combatants.

"No, it's not the same," Ojiro interjected, his tone decisive as he affirmed Izuku's assessment, his keen eye for detail discerning the subtle nuances that set the current throw apart from its counterpart in their previous sparring sessions.

"Whatcha mean, Ojiro?" Sero's inquiry cut through the tension-laden air, his curiosity piqued by Ojiro's earlier assertion.

"Back then, Midoriya's throw was more designed to knock someone off balance. In comparison, Akiba's was geared to knock the victim out," Ojiro explained, his voice calm and measured as he provided clarity amidst the flurry of action.

Undeterred by Bakugo's resilience, Tatsuya pressed his advantage, executing a seamless maneuver that sent Bakugo sprawling onto his stomach. With swift precision, the wolf boy positioned himself atop his opponent, his movements fluid and deliberate. Utilizing one leg to immobilize Bakugo's flailing limbs and the other to anchor his chest to the ground, Tatsuya exerted control over the fiery-haired competitor. With a deft twist, he manipulated Bakugo's arm, forcing it into an uncomfortable position away from his body, effectively neutralizing any potential resistance.

"Yield!" Tatsuya commanded, barely twisting Bakugo's arm to the point of straining further, making the ash-blonde grit his teeth in pain.

"What an upset! Akiba's got Bakugo pinned down! How can Bakugo come out of this?" Present Mic's electrifying commentary reverberated across the stadium, amplifying the tension coursing through the audience.

"For Bakugo, this should serve as a lesson. There will always be circumstances where someone will undoubtedly prevail over you," Aizawa's voice cut in, its authoritative timbre carrying a note of caution. "Seems like Akiba wants to try making Bakugo surrender by putting him in a situation where he couldn't attack. However, you shouldn't underestimate Bakugo's tenacity."

Despite the amount of weight Tatsuya put into keeping his opponent pinned, he could feel Bakugo lifting himself with his other arm.

"I... won't lose TO YOU!!" Bakugo's defiant roar shattered the air, punctuated by a sudden eruption of raw power. The force of the explosion propelled both combatants into the air, momentarily disrupting Tatsuya's hold as they hovered above the ground. Seizing the opportunity, Bakugo wrenched his arm free from Tatsuya's grip and unleashed a point-blank blast, aiming to turn the tide of the battle in a spectacular display of force.

The explosion sent Tatsuya backward, but he used his foot to stop himself from going any further as he shook his head, only hearing ringing in his ears at this point. His wolf-like instincts told him to get away from the loud noise, but he refused to obey them. In his daze, he failed to notice that his jacket was getting burned off as his undershirt was partially exposed.

"And just like that, Bakugo changed the flow of the battle and dealt some major damage to Akiba!" Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium, his words carrying the weight of the unfolding drama as the crowd erupted into a frenzy of cheers and gasps at the sudden turn of events.

Tatsuya recovered to see Bakugo charging at him using an explosion and ran to meet his attack, ignoring the ringing in his ears. As they closed in on each other, the ash-blonde threw a blast in front of him to change his trajectory, but the wolf boy had closed his eyes before it came, anticipated his opponent's plan, and jumped out of the smoke.

However, at that moment, Tatsuya failed to utilize his sense of smell to account for Bakugo falling behind him. The ringing in his ears dimmed just enough for him to hear the combustion of sparks, and he turned around to see the ash-blonde creating a sphere of light between his hands.

"Stun Grenade!" The sphere detonated in a huge flash, the wolf boy yelping as he felt like he had been struck by a real stun grenade, effectively blinding him and throwing him off balance.

The arena buzzed with astonishment and anticipation as each second ticked by, holding the potential for the next move that would undoubtedly shape the course of the battle. As the flash settled down, the audience saw Bakugo standing over Tatsuya, one hand on the wolf boy's head while the other was out to the side, sizzling with mini-explosions.

"I almost feel bad for you, damn mutt, but it's over," Bakugo reckoned with his psychotic smirk returning to his face.

"Is it?" Tatsuya retorted, swatting the ash-blonde's hand away from his face. He then grabbed the collar of Bakugo's jacket and headbutted him, drawing more blood from his nose.

Tatsuya then delivered two punches to the ash-blonde's face before throwing him off. The wolf boy's breathing was starting to get erratic as he got up and rushed at his opponent. The ash-blonde was on his knees when he saw Tatsuya jump at him with his arm reeled back, claws out, before leaning back to use the wolf boy's momentum to kick him away.

Tatsuya landed with a controlled roll and looked up to see Bakugo coming at him with his arm reeled back, anger evident on his bloody face. The wolf boy rolled away as the ash-blonde set off an explosion where he had previously been before swinging his leg around to strike Bakugo's face as he turned to look at Tatsuya.

"This damn—" the ash-blonde was interrupted by a knee strike to the face. Tatsuya then delivered a high kick to the chin, knocking him towards the boundary.

Bakugo ignored the damage and blew himself back into the fight with a blast, the muscle fibers in his forearms starting to ache. With incredible speed, the ash-blonde lunged at Tatsuya before bombarding him with back-to-back explosions, leaving the wolf boy to bring his arms forward to block. However, his ears were not so lucky, as he could only hear deafening ringing on top of resounding booms, which started to affect his well-being.

The audience was feeling unnerved by Bakugo's display of brutality as he threw one explosion after another, not giving Tatsuya any room to breathe. Many of the students in Class 1-A were voicing their cheers, hoping for the wolf boy to get out of his predicament. Hagakure, on the other hand, could not look as she clenched her fist in worry.

After what felt like an eternity, Bakugo stopped firing his explosions as the aching in his forearms got a bit more serious.

"How am I supposed to commentate when I can't see? What's happening?" Present Mic asked no one in particular as plumes of smoke covered the arena.

When the smoke cleared, Tatsuya could be seen standing with his arms crossed in front of him, panting visibly unevenly in the fragmented arena. The sleeves of his jacket were practically burned off as the exposed skin was covered in soot. Bakugo gritted his teeth in hatred as he saw the wolf boy still standing in the arena.

"WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE ALREADY!!" the ash-blonde yelled angrily as he launched himself at Tatsuya again; this time, he was using the explosions to propel himself in a circular motion to create a tornado.

The wolf boy's eyes widened as shock spread across his face upon seeing the tornado building up oxygen to fuel the incoming explosion. It didn't shatter his spirit as he took off running towards Bakugo as if he was going to meet his opponent's attack head-on, making the students of Class 1-A gasp in shock.

"Akiba, out of the way!" Hagakure pleaded, her voice tinged with a mixture of fear and concern as she watched Tatsuya's daring maneuver unfold before her eyes.

"Is he crazy?!" Kirishima exclaimed, punctuating his classmates' collective astonishment as they witnessed Tatsuya's seemingly audacious gambit.

"Howitzer... IMPACT!" With a resounding collision, Bakugo unleashed a potent explosion. The detonation rippled outward, propelled by the very oxygen drawn into the vortex, the result a stunning testament to his strategic prowess and mastery over the elements.

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"Bakugo combined speed and rotation with a huge blast like the one he used against Uraraka! He turned himself into a human missile!" Present Mic whooped as the shockwaves from the blast echoed through the stadium violently. "Akiba charged in to meet his attack like he's done in his match with Todoroki! So what has become of our two top competitors?"

Silence ensued throughout the stadium as the audience could only watch in anticipation of the aftermath of the explosion while Izuku was looking around the arena, desperate to find Tatsuya. Meanwhile, Bakugo was lying on the ground with trembling arms after having caused such a large blast. He ignored the pain as he looked around the destroyed arena and bore a sadistic smile upon not seeing a trace of the wolf boy.

A chuckle escaped the ash-blonde's lips, a confident veneer coloring its timbre before a hearty laugh burst forth, its tone laden with an undeniable air of superiority, escalating in volume with each passing second. The echoes of his amusement reverberated through the arena, intertwining with the energy of the crowd that watched the unfolding spectacle.

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"HA! THAT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR DOUBTING THE STRONGEST IN THE SCHOOL! LEARN YOUR FUCKING PLACE, YOU DAMNED, MANGY MUTT BAS—" Bakugo was abruptly interrupted when he suddenly got struck from behind, sending him soaring across the arena and crashing to the ground with a deafening thud.

The audience was abuzz with whispers and discussions, struggling to comprehend the unexpected turn of events that had just unfolded before their eyes.

"Unbelievable! After showing off that devastating attack, Bakugo was sent packing across the arena! But who could have..." Present Mic trailed off, astonished by what he saw next as he gazed down into the arena. Due to the undivided attention that was received from Bakugo's ultimate move, the audience has almost forgotten about one thing...

"Akiba and Bakugo have a similar drive to give it their all. That's what makes these two stand out amongst other students in the hero course," Aizawa's voice cut through the stunned silence, drawing the focus of the audience back to the center of the arena. As his words resonated through the stadium, a wave of realization swept through the spectators, their expressions shifting from shock to recognition.

Izuku's lips curved into a smile as his gaze traced the same trajectory as theirs, precisely pinpointing what he had been searching for. However, as the dissipating smoke unveiled Tatsuya's figure, an unsettling expression etched across his countenance, and the remnants of his jacket and shirt smoldering away, revealing the raw scars that lay beneath, Izuku's smile underwent a swift transformation, morphing into a look of profound distress.

In complete shock at the sight that unfolded before her, Hagakure's hands instinctively flew to her lips, attempting to contain the gasp that threatened to escape. The stark reality of what she witnessed, the raw vulnerability and pain laid bare on the wolf boy's scarred form, left her speechless. No sound, not even a murmur, dared to emerge from her tightly sealed lips, her gaze locked onto the unfolding scene with astonishment and disbelief.

Even Bakugo exhibited a flicker of shock upon witnessing his classmate and bitter rival in such an unguarded state. His widened eyes held a mix of surprise and begrudging acknowledgment as if the revelation had peeled back a layer of complexity he hadn't anticipated, leaving him momentarily off balance in the face of this unexpected revelation.

Midnight, Aizawa, and All Might were the only ones who weren't shocked or distraught, as they were aware of the wolf boy's tragic past. Each of their faces held great pain, with the one case obscured underneath his bandages. They each knew how much Tatsuya wanted to keep this closed off to everyone until he was ready to disclose the information to anyone he felt was appropriate to tell.

The wolf boy was unaware that his torso was shown to the world. It wasn't until a small breeze brushed across his stomach, prompting him to cast his gaze downward, that he became acutely aware of his exposed state. A surge of panic gripped him, the realization crashing over him like a wave, leaving him momentarily paralyzed by the vulnerability of the situation.

Tatsuya's realization amplified as he tuned into the weight of everyone's stares, their collective astonishment mirrored in every gaze that met his. A sense of vulnerability engulfed him, leaving him exposed amidst the sea of eyes fixed upon him. The scope of the situation seemed to fragment his thoughts, a chaotic whirlwind of fear and apprehension clouding his capacity to fully grasp its magnitude. His innermost thoughts and emotions felt like they were laid bare, stripped of their usual veil of protection, leaving him raw and exposed in a way he had never experienced before.

Izuku's heart leaped into his throat as he beheld his adopted brother in distress. With swift determination, he leaned over the railing, feeling the urgency coursing through his veins. "TATSUYA!" The cry, laden with worry and determination, pierced through the air, capturing not only the wolf boy's attention but also that of their fellow Class 1-A students, who turned their heads in unison, drawn by the urgency in Izuku's voice.

Tatsuya's gaze, initially clouded with apprehension, found solace in Izuku's unwavering encouragement. His steady and resolute voice rose above the din. "Don't worry about everyone else right now. Focus on the match! You can do it!!" Izuku's words, imbued with unwavering support and rallying determination, were aimed at reigniting the flicker of confidence within Tatsuya's heart, casting a beacon of hope amidst the turmoil of the arena.

The wolf boy turned his head away, his mind awash with conflicting emotions as he absorbed the weight of the broccoli boy's words. In the tumultuous arena of heroism, where split-second decisions could mean life or death, Tatsuya understood the gravity of Izuku's counsel. Hesitation was a luxury he couldn't afford, especially in the face of adversity. Despite the lingering shadows of past trauma, he resolved not to let fear shackle him from fulfilling his duty as a hero.

A glimmer ignited in Tatsuya's eyes, and he drew a deep breath, his palms meeting his cheeks with a resolute smack to jolt himself from his momentary stupor. The echoes of continuous explosions still faintly resonated in his ears as he pivoted to confront Bakugo. Their gazes collided, the ash-blonde and wolf boy rousing from their trances simultaneously. Their eyes locked in an electric connection, the shared recognition culminating in narrowed determination as they readied themselves for the imminent clash, their rivalry coalescing into a volatile energy on the brink of eruption once more.

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As they sprinted at one another, the ash-blonde's hands sizzled and the wolf boy's claws lengthened. Bakugo aimed his hand for a point-blank blast at his opponent's upper body as they closed in. However, Tatsuya quickly pushed his palm aside so that the explosion happened next to him.

There was no time for the ash-blonde to feel surprised as the wolf boy delivered a front kick to Bakugo's torso, making him land on his back. Before Tatsuya could go for a follow-up, Bakugo unleashed a powerful blast that projected him to hit the wolf boy in his upper torso with a kick.

As Tatsuya fell to the ground with the wind knocked out of him, Bakugo turned around midair, changed his trajectory with explosions, and dove straight for the wolf boy. Smelling his opponent getting closer, Tatsuya rolled away to the side, leading up to the ash-blonde crashing to the ground head-first.

Bakugo lifted his head in time to see the wolf boy bringing his foot down with formidable force, poised to deliver a resounding rolling ax kick. Swift as lightning, the ash-blonde responded with an explosive blast, the impact of their clash manifesting in a flurry of motion. Not only did that send Tatsuya tumbling away from him, but the force of the attack also made Bakugo slide away from the wolf boy, creating the distance he needed to regroup and go on the offensive again quickly.

Tatsuya swiftly regained his footing, his muscles coiled with intent as he lunged toward the ash-blonde, his claws poised for action. The two combatants collided in a flurry of motion, plunging into an intense close-quarters engagement that resounded with primal intensity. Their roars reverberated a visceral symphony that underscored the ferocity of their confrontation.

Amidst the clash, the concussive force of Bakugo's explosions reverberated, rendering their yells nearly indistinguishable to all but the keenest observers. The audience, gripped by a palpable tension, watched with bated breath, their eyes trained on the relentless exchange between the two rivals. Each movement, every calculated strike, seemed to inch them closer to the precipice of the match's climax, the anticipation thickening with every passing second.

It seemed like forever when the finalists caught each other's punches with their other hand, with Bakugo's punch being more explosive from utilizing his Quirk into the blow as they were caught in a stalemate.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we may just be witnessing the pinnacle of sports festival showdowns! This, I dare say, could very well mark the ultimate chapter!" Present Mic's voice exuded excitement, electrified by the intensity of the clash unfolding before them.

As the audience cheers roared in exhilaration at that statement, Bakugo glanced behind him, and his eyes widened when he saw that his foot was very close to the boundary. At the revelation, the ash-blonde's strength was overpowered for a brief moment as Tatsuya pushed against his opponent, hoping to force him out before Bakugo exerted his power to bring it back into a stalemate. "No, it can't end this way...!" echoed his desperate thoughts, a surge of urgency propelling his focus toward the wolf boy.

Locked in a battle of wills, their teeth clenched in mirrored resolve, they channeled every ounce of their strength into the contest, each striving to force the other to yield ground. "I WILL NOT LOSE HERE! NOT TO YOU!!" In Bakugo's fit of rage, he fired off an explosion almost as powerful as his Howitzer Impact, sending Tatsuya flying to the middle of the arena.

After firing three powerful blasts like that in one day, it was safe to say that Bakugo reached his limit, as his forearms were severely aching. He was not alone in that regard, as Tatsuya's sense of hearing was almost completely overwhelmed by all the loud noises, to the point that he could only see big white patches in his vision.

Disregarding the searing pain coursing through his body, Bakugo propelled himself forward in a frenzy, focusing on delivering a decisive blow to the wolf boy. With lightning-fast reflexes, the wolf boy elegantly maneuvered his body, sidestepping the impending explosion with a precision that left onlookers utterly dumbfounded.

Yet, the true shockwave came with a breathtaking twist; in a swift, completely unforeseen move, he sank his teeth into Bakugo's outstretched wrist. The suddenness of his action sent a jolt of disbelief rippling through the spectators, their gasps echoing the sheer surprise of witnessing Tatsuya's audacious maneuver.

The ash-blonde stifled a scream, a reaction mirrored by everyone present – even Midnight, Aizawa, and All Might. Tatsuya's vicious assault caught them all off guard, the unexpectedness of his bite leaving a collective shockwave in its wake. While the idea that he might resort to such drastic measures had flickered in the minds of the instructors, the stark reality of him actually executing it had never truly registered, leaving everyone in a state of profound disbelief.

The wolf boy sank his fangs into his opponent's flesh, his growl resonating with a primal fury akin to an enraged beast. Blood welled from the wound, a vivid testament to the intensity of the bite. Simultaneously, the ash-blonde struggled to free his arm from Tatsuya's relentless grip. Realizing he could get out of this without losing a chunk of himself, Bakugo reeled his other arm back, hoping to get out of it in one blast.

"Let go of me, dammit!" Bakugo swung his arm out, ready to throw an explosion. However, Tatsuya swiftly intercepted, clasping the ash-blonde's wrist with his hand and redirecting the outstretched palm. His nails slightly dug in, breaking the skin. "Let go!!"

At the sound of Tatsuya's low growl, a sense of unease washed over Midnight. The wolf-boy fixed Bakugo with an intense, almost predatory stare—a gaze that seemed to pierce deep into his very being. Simultaneously, his grip on the ash-blonde's wrist grew even more resolute, effectively immobilizing any attempt to break free.

Sensing the escalating tension, the R-Rated Hero clasped the fabric adorning her shoulder, poised to utilize her Quirk to avert any potential escalation. However...

"DAMMIT!!" Bakugo pivoted his wrist to aim as close to the wolf boy as he could before letting out an explosion on his face as the want to flee filled him with strength.

Tatsuya let go of the ash-blonde's captured wrist and yelped while being wholly blinded by the point-blank impact of the blast. The wolf boy had a moment to react, but Bakugo had already placed both hands on his collarbone.

"DIIIIIIEEEEEE!!" the ash-blonde roared in frustration, his voice echoing through the battlefield as he unleashed another explosion, the force of it nearly rivaling his last one.

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The stadium was forcefully shaken as pieces of debris soared into the air, and the audience gazed in shock as smoke covered the scene. The cultivation of concrete barriers blocking the stands, courtesy of Cementoss, prevented this from becoming an even greater disaster.

Even with the pro hero's quick thinking, the other heroes were still dumbfounded by the turn of events to act immediately as the smoke cleared, revealing Tatsuya on his back, somehow still in the arena, as Bakugo was panting heavily in the middle, blood dripping from where he was bitten.

After waking up from her stupor, Midnight went through the rubble to the competitors. She remembered Tatsuya's desire to be a hero as she studied the wolf boy's body and feared having to be the one to pronounce his official elimination, this time for real. She got to her feet and raised her hand, all seriousness on her face. "The winner is—" Her words halted abruptly, a reaction sparked by something outside her line of sight.

Whatever had happened caused everyone to stop what they were doing and turn to gaze at the arena below, particularly at one individual. In some people's opinion, this would be nothing short of a miracle. The R-Rated Hero turned to see Tatsuya assuming a battle stance as though he were prepared to engage in combat once more.

A sense of incredulity rippled through the audience, rendering the crowd hushed and motionless. Only a few keen observers detected the slight tremors in one arm and leg as he sustained his stance. Despite absorbing the impact of numerous colossal explosions, it was reasonable to expect him to collapse, yet he clung to his resolve without surrendering.

"After all that, he shouldn't be able to move, let alone stand up," Aizawa thought, his eyes wide in shock at the wolf boy's determination.

Midnight cracked a smile and was about to resume the match, but before she could run off the arena, she saw something on the wolf boy that was out of the corner of her eye. Curiously, she moved to get a closer look at him, only to see something that made her heart skip a beat as she regained a shocked expression.

The weight of the moment bore down heavily upon the shoulders of the R-Rated Hero, threatening to break through her veneer of professionalism. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, a testament to the emotional turmoil churning within her. Despite the urge to succumb to the overwhelming tide of emotions, she clenched her jaw, determined to maintain her composure. With a concerted effort, she closed her eyes, using the brief respite to gather her strength and steel herself against the mounting pressure.

As the audience buzzed with speculation and discussion, Midnight remained steadfast in her resolve, refusing to let her emotions betray her. The murmurs and whispers of the crowd washed over her like a tumultuous wave, threatening to engulf her in their midst. Yet, she remained anchored, her expression a mask of stoic professionalism. Though time seemed to stretch into eternity, she emerged from the tempest of uncertainty, her demeanor returning to one of steely determination.

With a decisive gesture, Midnight signaled the end of the bout, her voice cutting through the din of confusion like a clarion call. "Akiba is KO'd. That means Bakugo is the winner!" Her proclamation reverberated through the stadium, drawing all eyes to Bakugo as the victorious combatant.

A swell of confusion rippled through the audience like a seismic wave, each voice adding to the cacophony of uncertainty that reverberated throughout the stadium. Bakugo, caught in the maelstrom of bewilderment, glanced around in disbelief, his expression mirroring the collective astonishment of the crowd. The atmosphere crackled with tension as spectators exchanged bewildered glances, their murmurs blending into a discordant chorus of uncertainty.

"Hold the bacon! Akiba is still standing, yet he's out? What gives?!" Present Mic's incredulous voice sliced through the confusion, punctuating the air with a note of disbelief. His query echoed the sentiments of the crowd, amplifying the prevailing sense of bewilderment that permeated the stadium.

Izuku and Hagakure strained against the crowd, their gazes fixed intently on Midnight as they attempted to discern the reasoning behind her decision to declare Bakugo the winner. Behind the veil of Midnight's authoritative stance, a silent struggle unfolded, obscured from view but palpable in its intensity. The Class 1-A students, meanwhile, engaged in whispered conversations among themselves, their voices a low hum of speculation and confusion. Each exchange added another layer to the enigma shrouding Midnight's choice, leaving the students grappling with the implications of this unforeseen twist.

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Izuku's keen intellect pieced together the puzzle, his realization dawning with sudden clarity. As the pieces fell into place, his astonishment was tangible, betraying the depth of his comprehension. In his distraction, his notebook slipped from his fingers, a subtle yet telling indication of his shock.

Uraraka noted the shift in Izuku's demeanor, her concern evident in the furrow of her brow. "Deku?" Her voice cut through the ambient noise, drawing the attention of their classmates, who turned their gaze toward Izuku, awaiting an explanation.

With tears welling in his eyes, Izuku sank to his knees, overwhelmed by the weight of his realization. His classmates surrounded him, their expressions a mix of confusion and empathy as they sought to comfort him. Yet, it was not Izuku who provided the answers they sought, but Aizawa, whose keen observation had not gone unnoticed. "He's out cold. Nothing keeping him up but sheer willpower," he clarified, shedding light on the truth behind Bakugo's seemingly inexplicable victory.

Everyone slowly turned their faces to the arena to see what he meant and were left speechless as the screen showed a picture of the wolf boy standing with a dull look in his eyes, not moving a muscle. But then, individual cheers started to emerge gradually, and eventually, there was a full celebration with a standing ovation filled with jubilant cheers and whistles.

The emotion that filled Bakugo's body was brief but potent. It was twice now that he had been put in a situation in the midst of combat. The first was from his battle with Izuku in combat training, and now Tatsuya has given him hell in this final match in the sports festival. A part of the ash-blonde felt pride for winning against someone he had wanted to take down since they first met, but the fact that the wolf boy managed to stand up unconsciously to keep going left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he glared at the wolf boy, who closed his eyes at Midnight's touch as she laid him down on the ground for the medical robots to carry him easily. Bakugo was so overcome with adrenaline that he could only make it two steps before passing out and falling to the ground. The audience's reactions were mixed, but they all agreed that this was a battle they would all remember.

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-Tatsuya's POV-

As consciousness slowly crept back, the first sensation that registered was a relentless pounding echoing through my skull, each throb reverberating through every fiber of my being. With a groan, I attempted to orient myself, but my surroundings remained shrouded in a hazy blur, elusive and indistinct. Struggling against the fog of confusion, I strained my eyes, attempting to decipher the shapes and shadows that danced before me, each movement sending a jolt of discomfort coursing through my battered body.

A familiar voice pierced through the fog of my disorientation, drawing my attention as I turned toward the sound. There, standing by my bedside, was Hagakure, with relief emanating from her very essence.

"Hagakure...?" I rasped, my voice rough and strained as I struggled to sit upright, the effort exacerbating the throbbing pain in my head. With a wince, I pressed a hand to my aching forehead, seeking to soothe the relentless ache that pulsed behind my eyes. "What happened?"

Recovery Girl's voice cut through the haze of my discomfort, her words carrying a mix of surprise and concern as she commented on my unexpected awakening. "I thought you would've been out for another day from all those explosions you took from that boy," she remarked, her tone laced with a hint of incredulity as if she couldn't quite believe I was up and about so soon.

With a grateful nod, I accepted the cup of water she offered, along with the painkiller that promised some relief from the lingering ache that pulsed through my body. "Thank you, Recovery Girl," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I struggled to find my bearings amidst the lingering haze of pain and confusion.

At that point, my thoughts drifted back to the intense showdown with Bakugo, each explosion leaving its mark on both my body and psyche. The memory of that pivotal moment, when his devastating blast tore through my defenses, flooded back with vivid clarity, a stark reminder of the vulnerability I had hoped to keep hidden. Despite my best efforts to shield myself, the truth was laid bare for all to see—the scars of my past exposed to the unforgiving gaze of the public eye.

A faint ringing echoed in the recesses of my mind, accompanied by a surge of apprehension as I grappled with the implications of this unwanted revelation. The thought of others witnessing the remnants of my pain and suffering sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fierce determination to maintain a facade of stoicism in the face of newfound vulnerability. Though my heart hammered in my chest, threatening to betray my inner turmoil, I squared my shoulders and met Recovery Girl's gaze with a steely resolve, determined not to burden her further with the weight of my secrets.

"Akiba?" Hagakure's hand landed on my shoulder as her voice lifted me from my thoughts.

"Sorry, I zoned out. What were we talking about?" I interjected, my tone light and casual as I sought to deflect any suspicion of my momentary lapse in attention, leaning subtly away from the invisible girl's touch.

Recovery Girl's voice, tinged with a hint of concern, drew my focus as she offered her assessment of my condition. "You had several first and second-degree burns, but luckily they went back to normal after my treatment," she explained, her gaze briefly flickering to the clipboard in her hands as she relayed the details of my injuries. Despite the reassuring tone of her words, a twinge of discomfort prickled at the edges of my consciousness, a lingering reminder of the ordeal I had just endured.

"I see. Thanks, Recovery Girl," I murmured, offering a grateful smile in her direction.

"You're welcome. With that out of the way..." Recovery Girl's smile faltered, morphing into a stern expression as she crossed her arms with exaggerated emphasis. "I believe I told you not to beat up the contenders so badly!"

"And I told YOU that I wasn't going to make any promises with that," I countered, my tone retaining a hint of defiance as I recalled our previous exchange.

"Did you even realize how everyone was scared for you after seeing you bite him?!" Recovery Girl's retort struck with unexpected force, the weight of her words landing heavily on my conscience. The revelation sent a jolt of realization coursing through me, prompting a moment of stunned silence as I grappled with the implications of her statement.

Until this very moment, the thought of sinking my teeth into another person had never even crossed my mind. Throughout my life, I had relied on my expertise in martial arts to navigate conflicts, always seeking alternative paths to resolution. Yet, as the gravity of the situation dawned on me, I found myself unable to meet it head-on, my gaze instinctively drifting away as the weight of this unthinkable possibility bore down on my conscience, casting a shadow over my thoughts.

As I tentatively probed my upper lip, the metallic tang of blood lingered on my tongue, a stark reminder of the unprecedented act I had just committed. Instinctively, I sought to shield my face, as if to hide from the reality of my actions. The notion of sinking my teeth into another person had been foreign to me until now, and the aftermath left me grappling with a mix of shock and apprehension.

"That was... the first time I've actually bitten someone," I admitted, the weight of my words heavy in the air. A sense of unease settled over me as I pondered the potential repercussions, my thoughts drifting to the impact this incident might have on my future prospects.

A peculiar sensation stirred in my ears, prompting me to investigate further. With a gentle tug, I removed an earplug, its familiar foam texture betraying its mundane origin. The sudden realization struck me—my surroundings had been oddly muted, the ambient noise dulled by the presence of these simple yet effective devices. "When was this...?" I murmured, perplexed by the revelation of this seemingly minor detail that had eluded my notice until now.

Recovery Girl's response cut through the haze of my thoughts, her words drawing my focus back to the present moment. "Oh, she got them for you," she explained, gesturing towards Hagakure. "Good thing, too, since the hair cells in your cochlea were also damaged from the explosions."

I shifted my gaze towards Hagakure, whose demeanor seemed tinged with a hint of embarrassment. Her posture, though subtly awkward, betrayed a sense of unease as she moved her arm, almost as if attempting to shield herself from scrutiny.

Feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks, I couldn't help but imagine Hagakure waiting anxiously for my awakening. The urge to bury my face in the pillow and hide from her gaze momentarily flitted through my mind, but I knew such a gesture would only draw more attention to my discomfort. Instead, I opted to avert my eyes, feigning interest in the array of medical supplies arranged neatly on the nearby table.

Attempting to regain my composure, I mustered the courage to address Recovery Girl, my blush slowly subsiding. "Um, h-how long have I been out?" I asked, meeting her gaze with a tentative expression.

"A little over an hour. More than enough time to fix the stage from your unnecessarily violent fight." Her words carried a hint of reproach, a tacit reminder of the consequences of my actions. "They've been waiting for you to wake up for the awards ceremony."

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-3rd Person POV-

Tatsuya looked down at the bed with dread as he saw his bandaged stomach in his peripheral vision. With a heavy exhale, he attempted to steady his fraying nerves, but the gnawing unease persisted, amplified by the stark realization that countless eyes had glimpsed the scars that adorned his flesh. The mere thought of stepping back into the spotlight, knowing that his vulnerabilities had been laid bare for all to see, churned his stomach with a sickening intensity.

Where once he harbored a fervent desire to showcase his strength and resilience, now he found himself consumed by an overwhelming urge to retreat into the shadows, to shield himself from the prying scrutiny of the world.

"I... I don't want to go out there. Not after what they saw..." Tatsuya's voice wavered, barely more than a faint whisper, laden with a palpable sense of apprehension.

A heavy pall of silence draped over the room, punctuated only by the shallow rhythm of Tatsuya's breath as he braced himself for the inevitable wave of judgment or pity he anticipated. His fingers clenched around his lower arm, a physical manifestation of the rising tide of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm him with each passing moment. Yet, instead of the anticipated condemnation, a tender touch alighted upon his shoulder, eliciting a hesitant flutter in his chest as he dared to raise his gaze.

"Akiba, you can't let this stop you from living your life," Hagakure's voice, soft and compassionate, cut through the suffocating silence like a beacon of understanding.

"It's easy for you to say," Tatsuya retorted, his voice a raw echo of the pain he carried within him. Each word dripped with the bitterness of years spent grappling with the relentless presence of his scars, etched like cruel reminders of past battles upon his skin.

His gaze, heavy with the weight of his history, descended to where his scars would be, hidden beneath the layers of gauze and cloth, each one a testament to the trials he endured. Frustration simmered beneath the surface, a potent brew of emotions fueled by the unyielding grip of his past.

"You didn't have to live with scars covering your body," he continued, the tremor in his voice betraying the deep-seated turmoil that churned within him.

The wounds of the past, both seen and unseen, throbbed with a dull ache as the wolf boy dared to confront the reality of his existence. Memories, vivid and unbidden, clawed their way to the surface, each scar a chapter in a story he never wished to tell.

"I can't just pretend they're not there..." he confessed, his voice fading into stillness, burdened by the weight of a truth too heavy to bear alone.

"I'm not saying you should. Your scars are a part of your journey," Hagakure said, her tone gentle yet firm, affirming the significance of his past trials. Slowly, she moved her hand away from his shoulder, reaching out to gently take his hand in hers. The touch was tender, a silent gesture of support and empathy. "You're still the same amazing person I know, and nothing can change that," she added, her voice imbued with unwavering conviction.

In the quiet of the moment, Tatsuya's gaze slowly found where he believed Hagakure's face to be, his eyes reflecting a complex array of emotions—gratitude mingled with vulnerability. It was as if her presence alone offered a sanctuary from the storm raging within him, a silent acknowledgment of his inner turmoil.

In her quiet reassurance, he found solace, a glimmer of light amidst the shadows that clouded his mind. With each passing moment, the weight upon his shoulders seemed to lessen, replaced by a gentle warmth that thawed the icy tendrils of fear and doubt.

"I won't ask what happened," Hagakure began, her voice tender and compassionate, "but know that I'm here for you, no matter what." Her words echoed with sincerity, resonating deep within Tatsuya's soul.

The wolf boy delicately brushed away the forming tears in his eyes, his heart swelling with an overwhelming tide of gratitude towards his steadfast friend. Few were privy to the depths of his past; fewer still comprehended the true significance of the scars that adorned his skin. Yet, in the gentle embrace of Hagakure's unwavering support, Tatsuya found solace—a rare gift bestowed upon him by someone who understood the nuances of his silent struggles.

Despite the initial flicker of curiosity that danced in Hagakure's eyes, she approached Tatsuya's vulnerabilities with a tender empathy that resonated deeply within his soul. Her genuine sympathy, a precious rarity in a world fraught with judgment, mirrored the unwavering compassion he had come to expect from the Midoriya family and Midnight alone. In that fleeting moment of connection, the weight of his scars seemed to lose its suffocating grip, if only momentarily, replaced by the gentle reassurance of Hagakure's understanding gaze.

Her acceptance, a beacon of light amidst the shadows of his past, offered Tatsuya a profound sense of belonging and validation. It served as a poignant reminder that he need not bear the weight of his burdens in solitude—that within the embrace of true friendship, there lay a sanctuary where his scars could be acknowledged, embraced, and ultimately transcended.

"Ah, you're awake," Cementoss's voice filled the temporary nurse's office as he strode in, his imposing figure commanding attention. The two students separated from each other as they turned to look at him. "Now then, Akiba, follow me so we can wrap up the festival. Hagakure, you can join your class at the field."

A silent exchange of nods passed between the students as Cementoss made his exit, leaving Tatsuya and Hagakure to bid their brief gratitude to Recovery Girl before venturing out. With a respectful bow, Tatsuya expressed his appreciation, a fleeting gesture of acknowledgment for her care, before he and Hagakure stepped out into the corridor.

As they traversed the hallway, Tatsuya's curiosity piqued, prompting a quizzical glance towards Cementoss. "Isn't the field the other way?" he inquired, a subtle gesture of confusion punctuating his words as he gestured in the opposite direction of their current path.

"Just follow me," Cementoss replied, his tone betraying little of his intentions as he led the way with unwavering resolve.

The wolf boy's apprehensive eyes darted towards Hagakure, seeking reassurance in her presence. In response, a gentle, comforting grin adorned her face, invisible yet radiant, as if to convey a silent understanding. The invisible girl extended a reassuring hand, placing it upon his shoulder once again, a tender gesture that spoke volumes in its unspoken support.

"Take a deep breath and believe in yourself," she whispered, nodding with determination before sprinting to join her classmates.

Tatsuya heeded her advice, allowing the weight of her words to settle upon his racing thoughts. With a deliberate inhalation, he drew in a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs. And with it, a sense of calmness washed over him, emboldening his resolve. Fortified by this newfound serenity, he mustered the courage to tread in the footsteps of Cementoss.

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-Tatsuya's POV-

We moved silently for a few minutes before entering a storage area underneath the field. A three-tiered podium made of cement, most likely from Cementoss's Quirk, was in the middle. My eye was immediately drawn to something on the top tier.

"You have GOT to be shitting me..." I grumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance.

I expected Bakugo to sport a smug smirk after his victory at the sports festival. However, what I encountered was quite the opposite. He was contorting and writhing, restrained against a concrete slab, his mouth muzzled to stifle his shouts. Strangely enough, his struggle intensified the moment our gazes locked.

Deciding to ignore him for a moment, I glanced at Todoroki to see him giving me a hard look from the lowest tier alongside Tokoyami. The dual-haired boy's injuries were treated, save for a couple of lingering cuts and bruises. However, the same couldn't be said for his pride.

"Is there a reason why Bakugo's chained and gagged?" I asked, my voice tinged with genuine curiosity.

"It was the only way to keep him here. He has been acting like a feral animal," Tokoyami explained.

I shot him a narrowed look, a silent message of skepticism as if to convey, "Seriously?" Meanwhile, Bakugo let out another muffled scream, a reminder of his current unusual situation.

"Let's just get this over with..." I muttered, rolling my eyes as I took my place on the middle tier.

After confirming we were in our places, Cementoss pressed a switch, lifting the platform off. I had to shield my eyes from the light as the roof opened, bringing the crowd's loud cheers to my ears. Luckily, I was still wearing the earplugs Hagakure had given me.

I was feeling the wind hit my bandaged torso and suddenly felt uncomfortable from all the stares since I still wasn't wearing a shirt. Fortunately, Recovery Girl made sure that the bandages were covering them, but it didn't change how I felt about the attention.

"It's not that bad. Look there," Cementoss said, pointing to a part of the crowd.

I redirected my attention following his gaze, only to find a considerable number of girls looking my way, their expressions tinted with blushes. Amidst the mix, I even spotted a few guys with similar telltale expressions. Well, Cementoss, you were wrong. I actually feel worse from the scents they were giving off.

Ignoring them for now, I looked down at the field to see our class in the front. Most of them were sharing my embarrassment at Bakugo's antics as he let out another muffled scream. I found Izuku in the crowd, but he looked like he was in serious thought. I also heard Tsu mention something about Iida not being here, so it might have something to do with that. I'll have to ask the broccoli boy later.

In the crowd in front of me, I noticed a hand waving next to Jiro. Hagakure was waving me down with a joyful aroma that somehow made me think of caramel. I waved back for a brief moment, and her uniform jumping up and down showed that she was happy. Midnight must have noticed since she flashed me a smirk after casting a sidelong glance at me. My hand shot down to the side as I tried to conceal the red tinge on my face.

"Now, let's break out the hardware. Of course, there's only one person worthy of distributing the awards." Midnight's words echoed through the stadium, momentarily commanding the attention of the gathered crowd. However, her announcement was soon overshadowed by the unmistakable sound of a familiar booming laugh that reverberated through the air.

A sense of anticipation rippled through the audience as all eyes turned towards the source of the laughter. From atop the stadium, a towering figure emerged, silhouetted against the backdrop of the sky. It was All Might, the symbol of peace and the embodiment of hope for countless individuals across the nation.

"Citizens! I am here with the medals!/All Might, the number one hero!" The synchronized announcement, delivered in unison by Midnight and All Might, resonated throughout the arena, punctuated by the thunderous applause of the spectators. With a dramatic flourish, All Might leaped from his perch, descending gracefully to the ground below, where the podium awaited his presence.

"Ruined that, didn't I?" Midnight apologized off-mic with her hands clasped together after a brief hiccup in sounds, and All Might responded by clicking his tongue. I facepalmed at their antics as I heard some people in the crowd go on to talk enviously about how we have the best hero teaching us. "So, now that you're here, All Might, why don't you start the presentation?" she instructed, holding a tray with the medals.

All Might grabbed the bronze medals and walked up to Tokoyami. "Young Tokoyami, congratulations!" Tokoyami leaned forward slightly, letting the pro hero place the medal over his head. "You showed great strength out there."

"Your words humble me, sir," Tokoyami replied, his voice resonating with a blend of respect and genuine appreciation.

"However." All Might stepped up to wrap the raven-headed student in a hug, giving him a couple of pats on the back. "You have more training to do if you're going to be able to fight against different kinds of villains. You're not going to be able to rely on your Quirk in every battle you face."

"Yes, sir," Tokoyami said, looking down at his medal as All Might approached Todoroki.

"Young Todoroki, congratulations!" Todoroki inclined his head slightly, allowing the pro hero to drape the medal around his neck. "I'm assuming there's a reason you didn't use your left side though it cost you the semi-final."

"Midoriya and Akiba opened my eyes during our matches, but then I started to doubt myself. I think I now understand a little about why you're so interested in them." Todoroki met All Might's eyes as he proceeded to say that he had a lot to think about for his path to becoming a hero and settling things with someone very soon. Maybe it was his mother?

All Might gave him a hug, telling him to trust himself, and he was sure the dual-haired boy would work things out. Todoroki would have a lot of work to do other than his Quirk, but I'm sure he could manage it.

The number one hero strode forward, his presence commanding yet reassuring as he held the silver medal in his hand. "Young Akiba, congratulations!" All Might's booming voice rang through the arena, cutting through the lingering tension like a beacon of hope. His tone carried a warmth that softened the edges of my lingering disappointment.

As he leaned forward slightly, his towering frame momentarily casting a shadow over me, I inclined my head just enough for him to drape the medal around my neck—a silent, mutual acknowledgment of the honor. The weight of the medal felt heavier than it should, its cool surface pressing against my chest as if reminding me of the gap between silver and gold.

"You showed great strength and resolve out there," All Might said, his tone earnest, the corners of his mouth lifting in an encouraging smile. "It takes great courage to keep fighting despite the hurdles ahead of you. Though," he added, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret, "I do ask that you try to keep your visits with Recovery Girl to a minimum. You're beginning to look like Young Midoriya." The playful jab at the end softened the critique, though his piercing gaze carried a quiet concern that lingered longer than his words.

A small, rueful smile tugged at my lips as I met his eyes. "As I've told her, I won't make such promises, but I'll try," I replied, my tone casual but laced with honesty. It wasn't bravado; it was the simple reality of the battles ahead. My response earned a soft sigh from the pro, a mixture of exasperation and reluctant understanding.

"Also," All Might continued, pulling me into a small hug as he patted my back a couple of times. "You have friends that care for you. In this world, they are extremely precious. Be sure to treasure them dearly."

"I will," I affirmed, the words imbued with a quiet determination and a genuine sense of gratitude.

After he pulled away, I looked down at the shiny silver medal in my grasp. It was my own merit that brought me this far, and I would be damned if I wasn't feeling proud of it as my tail was wagging furiously.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard something fumbling from my 8 o'clock. I turned around to see All Might taking the muzzle off of Bakugo.

"Oh, no." My eyes widened, a sense of impending turmoil settling in as I mentally prepared myself for the shit storm that is Katsuki Bakugo.

"All Might... Winning first place this way doesn't prove I'm the best one here!" Bakugo growled, his voice slowly becoming a yell as he turned to face me with a scary expression. "GET UP HERE, YOUDAMNFURRYSHIT-FACEDMANGYMUTTBASTARD!!"

Bakugo didn't usually terrify me with his hissy fits, but that time was different – his scent was more overpoweringly angry than usual, which made me flinch a little. I didn't even know what I had done to make him that upset! I could tell, though, that almost everyone in the stadium was taken aback by his outburst.

Usually, I would respond in kind whenever he called me a mangy mutt, especially after a day like this, but a wise professor once said, "There's a time and place for everything, but not now."

"Now, now, Young Bakugo, there's no need for this kind of aggression," All Might's voice, though tinged with a gentle reprimand, carried a note of unwavering patience as he addressed Bakugo's simmering fury. Despite the fiery intensity of Bakugo's glare, All Might pressed on, his resolve unyielding in the face of the explosive young hero's defiance. "In a world where we're constantly being compared to one another, very few can keep their eyes focused on the top spot, and you're one of them. Please accept this medal, even if you have to think of it as a scar, something you'll never forget."

I furrowed my brow at that last bit. I could understand All Might feigning innocence towards my scars, but if Bakugo seriously considered his win as a scar to his dignity, then he's bound to get another reality check.

"I DON'T WANT THAT PIECE OF GARBAGE! I JUST WANT TO TEAR THAT DAMN DOG A NEW ONE!!" Bakugo yelled.

Undeterred by Bakugo's obstinance, All Might attempted to put the medal around Bakugo's neck, but the ash-blonde wasn't making it any easier for him, so he settled with putting it in his mouth. It's kind of ironic that he was calling me a dog but had to hold something in his mouth like one. I put the thought on the back burner as All Might had some closing words left to say.

"Listen closely. Any of you first-years could have ended up standing on these podiums. Think about what you've done today. You've challenged each other, learned, and climbed even closer toward your goals of being pros. I think the next generation of heroes is proving to be our most promising yet!" All Might's words carried a profound message, urging the first-years to reflect upon their accomplishments and the formidable journey that had brought them to this pivotal moment.

As he gestured emphatically with his index finger, the atmosphere brimmed with a palpable sense of anticipation, a prelude to the climactic conclusion that awaited. "So I have one more thing to say! I want to hear everyone yell it with me; you know what it is!"

"Thanks, everyone, for your hard work!/PLUS ULTRA!!" All Might and the audience yelled at the same time.

"WHAT?! That was the perfect time to say 'Plus Ultra,' All Might!" Many students, myself included, exclaimed as the crowd booed at the pro's failure to say the school motto.

"Well, yeah, I guess, but everyone did such a good job!"

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Mr. Aizawa instructed us to change back into our regular uniforms and go to their classroom when the sports festival ended. Other than Todoroki, who maintained his composure as he had for most of his time at U.A., and Bakugo, who is still clutching the first-place medal in his teeth, trembling in anger, some of us who competed in the final round seemed to be sore and exhausted, and I'm no exception.

"Nice work. You have the next two days off to recuperate. I'm sure the pros who watched the festival will wanna recruit some of you. We'll look over the draft forms and update you when you return. Get some rest; you still have a lot of training."

That was all he had to say, so I got up and walked out of the classroom to get home, past Kirishima, who looked like he wanted to ask something, but I didn't wait around to listen. I ain't having none of this bullshit no more and just wanted to go home, go bed.

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