{I Literally don't know what to write!! Whatever happens here on out may or may not be crap}

Izuku had won. 

He had won, and it shocked everyone. Sachi wasn't bitter about his friend's win, actually he was quite happy, because now----

He had a 10,000,000 bounty on his head. 

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To summarize the Cavalry Battle:

-Shoto's Team consisting of Shoto, Momo, Tenya, Denki, and Sachi got first place. 

-Second place went to Katsuki's Team consisting of Katsuki, Eijiro, Mina, and Sero.

-Third place went to Shinso's Team

-And Fourth place went to Izuku's Team

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"Everyone with have a break before the last event of the Sports Festival begins!!" Midnight exclaimed. Sachi stretched with a loud groan as he ventured through the small corridors under the stadium. His thoughts wondered to the end of the cavalry battle, the interaction between Shoto and Izuku. 

Izuku managed to press Shoto's flames out of him...Shoto didn't give me the full details but--he refused to use his left side during our training sessions. Sachi frowned to himself, of course, he was going to talk to Shoto about his sudden aggravation towards his friend. 

"Dammit, where did he go---" Interrupted by a hand on his mouth as he was shoved against a wall and a heated glare making him shut up almost immediately. Sachi was quickly to grab Katsuki's hand and lick the palm making the taller teen recoil in disgust. 

"What the hell?!" Katsuki seethed in a hushed whisper. Sachi shushed him with a finger his lips as the talking of his hidden classmates grew louder. 

"Midoriya, Are you All Might's secret love child or something?" Shoto's voice was bold and cold, sending a shudder racking through Sachi's body. He was displeased by the harsh tone. Katsuki watched with a silent task. His eyes narrowed in hidden determination as Sachi frowned deeper. 

"E-eh?" Izuku's confused gasp made Sachi sigh. 

"Of course..." Sachi muttered under his breath. Katsuki made no comment as the two continued his discussion. 

"I don't know how you did it, but you made me go back on a pledge that I made to myself." Shoto proceeded to cover his left eye which held his burn from his mother. 

"I pledged to never use my left side, in spite of my father I will never scum to be such a tool in order to surpass All Might," the half n' half teen glared at the green-haired teen in front of him. "All of my memories of my mother are of her crying, she called my left side unbearable as she poured boiling hot water on my left side." 

Sachi's lips kissed his teeth. Eyes watering as he kept his gaze down, Katsuki seemed to had enough of Shoto's story himself and had left not before clicking his tongue softly and ruffling Sachi's hair. 

To think that this boy had been through so much...A boy who had everything, and me, a boy who has nothing. 

Sachi heard Izuku's retreating footsteps, although, Shoto's deep sigh alerted him which was too close for comfort. Turning to face the boy, he frowned. 

"How much did you hear?" the teen's voice was dark, almost making him flinch. He stayed strong, although, he didn't know how long that would last. 

"How much did you hear, Sachi?" Shoto demanded. Sachi's hands clenched at his sides as he looked up at the taller teen. 

"When were you going to tell me this?" Sachi asked, his eyes were watery as his vision blurred. 

Shoto didn't say anything, Sachi scoffed, his eyes widening in disbelief. 

"Your mother cared about you, she tried to ease the burn, didn't she? Your left side wouldn't have been bothered by the hot water. She's the one who gave you your ice after all." Sachi glared up at Shoto. The boy's eyes were wide in shock, "How did you---!!" Shoto was interrupted by arms wrapping around him. 

"She tried to freeze the burn!" Sachi exclaimed, his eyes were bright and saddened.

"I told you before...You're not like your old man. He's a Jackass, you're just trying to move on by being a jackass to everyone. There's a difference!" Sachi stuffed his face into Shoto's hard chest. "It's not his power, those flames are yours!" Sachi hated to admit it, but he could hear the fast beating in Shoto's chest, he didn't want to admit it because...he was in the same condition. 

"Never in my life..." Shoto mumbled, his strong arms wrapped around Sachi's stronger and smaller frame. Sachi's face poked up as he struggled to breath. To make it worse, Shoto leaned down, their lips centimeters away, their hot breaths mingled. Such intimacy should be shared between lovers. 

Sachi gasped as he found himself scooting closer, the one thing that stopped him from sharing their first kiss was Midnight's loud voice announcing for the boy to head to the arena. 

Shoto let go of the boy, Sachi backed away, his hand covered his mouth as a hot blush trailed up his neck. 

Shoto sighed and let his lips peck the shorter teen's forehead. 

"I'll be watching." he states before leaving. Shoto's face was a light pink, his ears burned, it wasn't long before he bumped into his father. 

"Shoto." Endeavor greeted. His eyes were sharp as always, his turquoise orbs trailed around his son's face. 

"Have you finally found a bride?" he asked, he was serious and observing, Shoto ignored him with a glare as he brushed past the older man. With a deep sigh, he made his way to the stands where he would be sitting but his eyes caught sight of something much more shocking. He stood to his feet, eyes slightly wide. 

"Sister Lilly and Ben?" At the sound of their names, the two turned to see the half n' half teen. 

"Ah, Shoto! How are you?" Sister Lilly asked politely, her cheeks were dusted pink from the excitement around her, her eyes were wide with honorable determination and care. It was warm and welcoming. Shoto nodded to himself, "I'm good...Sachi is going up here in a little bit, but I don't know with who." he explained coolly, Ben smiled widely as he faced the arena once again. 

"A guy named Nero Manama!" Sister Lilly chuckled and shook her head, "Neito Monoma!" she corrected. Shoto turned his gaze to the arena in which the stands began to roar in cheers of all kinds. 

"But I thought he didn't make it into the one on one battles..." Shoto mumbled to himself. 

Mina turned to him, "Yeah, but Oijro and two other guys dropped out so some class 1-B students were chosen to participate." Mina whispered. Shoto didn't acknowledge her at first as he kept his eyes glued to Sachi's slim form entering the ring. 

"You are allowed to do anything in the arena, if you are out of the ring, then your done for and our opponent will continue onto the next round. Due to the odd amount of students, One student will be forced to fight twice in the Quarter finals." Midnight explained. Sachi kept his eyes focused on the blonde-haired teen in front of him. 

He remembered his quirk, the one that let him copy other quirks by touching the other person's skin. 

"THE FIGHT WILL BEGIN IN....3, 2, 1!!!" Present Mic's voice was still loud and obnoxious but it let Sachi snap out of his gaze. He didn't want to use his grimoire, he wanted to prove his strength but fighting his first couple of fights with raw strength alone and if he is fighting against someone with a lot of concentrated quirk power, then he would use his grimoire. 

"You know, your classmate's quirks are very powerful, but they are very dull in the head to let me get my hands on them!" Neito complains, his arms stretching above his head. His eyes glaring into Sachi's shorter build. 

"If they are powerful enough to get into Class 1-A, I am beginning to wonder what your quirk is! But something much more fascinating was brought to my attention not too long ago. A girl by the name of Haruhi Monozono told me that you were abandoned at birth!" Sachi flinched. 

Neito didn't let that get past him, "So I'm right! Man, you poor boy, having no parents must be tough. Heh," Neito let out a loud laugh as he walked closer to Sachi, when he was about a foot away from the boy, he grinned, "That church is falling apart, she even told me that she was scared that she was going to get jumped by you in the middle of the night when she stayed the night." His eyes glistened with pure malice as he talked more and more.

Sachi's fists clenched tightly, his eyes narrowing in the crowd, and then finally he caught sight of his old crush laughing as her arms linked with the unnamed boy. Just like that, he lashed out. His fist making contact with Neito's nose, the teen gasped in surprise and pain as his eyes watered. 

"Shut the hell up! You don't know anything about me!!" Neito clutched his bleeding nose and jumped out of the way when Sachi's fist came bounding towards him. His hand struck the ground breaking the hard concrete. Dust flew up in the air, dirt clouding Neito's vision. 

He yelped when he collar was grabbed as the dust cleared, his eyes blossomed with fear and a mixture of pain. But the quickly turned into a cocky glare, his hands latching onto Sachi's arm that gripped his collar tightly. The faint sound of the crowd booing and cheering was just a blur in the back of Sachi's head. His eyes were wide with rage, memories flashing through his mind. 

"That church is falling apart!!" Neito's words hit close to home as his eyes played tricks on him. 

Kaito? 

Neito's eyes gleamed as he unlatched his hands ready to feel every ounce of power of Sachi's quirk to ache in his veins, but it never came. 

Sachi's smug smirk and fist at the ready to punch the shit out of him angled just right.

"You must a have a quirk! You can't be that strong all on your own!" 

The boy smiled, his dull violet eyes glaring up with determination.

"Nah, I don't have a quirk--whatever that means, but I'm just really fucking strong." 

 Neito covered his face in panic, but with fluid movements ones that were practiced vigorously, with the tight grip of his collar, and the hand that grabbed ahold of his waist, Sachi let his foot drag on the ground as he flipped the teen over onto his back, his left foot placed on the boy's chest. 

"Due to Monoma being out of bounds, Sachihiro is the winner of this match!!" Midnight announced, the stadium was quiet at first but then the people began to cheer loudly. Although the stand full of pro-heroes whispered to themselves. 

"I don't care if you don't like me because I don't have a quirk," Sachi started, his voice loud, a smirk appeared on his features, "I got second place in the Entrance Exam! And I plan on becoming a hero the hard way and I don't need a quirk to become a hero!!" With a curt nod and a bow he left the arena. 

Shoto was proud needless to say, he had taught him that move in their endless training sessions. He was proud and he needed to show it. With a sigh he got up and exited the rows of students around him. 

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