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Todoroki doesn't know what to think anymore. Midoriya Izuku kept surprising him at every turn, every time their passed crossed and collided. The teen seemed to be the definition of a mystery wrapped in an enigma. The further you dug the deeper the secrets and the surprises got. The cavalry battle started like everyone expected. Everyone immediately ganged up on the greenette's team. Wanting the ten million points for themselves. However, what he didn't expect was for said team to suddenly take off, in all their jet packed flying glory. Somehow, Midoriya managed to hold onto his headband for most of the game. Evading and dodging any attempt at his points with expertise that went beyond any of Todoroki's expectations. He could only imagine what kind of trials Midoriya had to go through in that death game to be able to pull off these moves, both tactical and skillful.

Now, standing just a couple of feet away from the boy's team, watching with narrowed eyes as the teen eluded once again his opponent; He decided it was time to execute his plan.

Waiting for the right moment, he signaled Yaoyorozu, knowing that the girl would understand what he wanted her to do.

Midoriya won't be escaping this time.

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Izuku expected to be faced with many hurdles during this round. He even counted on some of them to be able to fulfill his plan. However, what he didn't expect was the giant, unmovable ice dome that surrounded them. Forming in a fraction of a second, almost crushing them with its sudden appearance. Todoroki really didn't pull any punches. The teen was way too serious about this game for Kirito's taste.

The stakes in this weren't high. There was no life and death situation. No carnal need for survival pushing their every action. So, why was he so serious? Why was he acting like the sky would fall if he didn't get first place?

The sky wasn't falling. His team wasn't in danger. Their lives weren't on the line.

For once a game was just that. A game.

Nonetheless, when Izuku had looked at the expression on his teammate's faces, when he'd seen the pure unadulterated determination shining in their eyes. He'd made a decision. He'd win this for them.

So, when the ice formed around them, trapping them in the cold, harsh ground, he didn't falter. Didn't cower under the intensity of the ice and fire user's glare. Nor did he hesitate to dodge the net that Yaoyorozu has flung at them.

Turning on the thrusters on the shoes Lizbeth gave him before the start of the game, he pushed the team forward, hand outstretched and reaching for one of the headbands that adorned Todoroki's neck.

However, just as he was about to take it, explosions resounded all around them, almost detracting him from the fire that had suddenly erupted from Todoroki's side, making the shadow entity next to him shy away from the onslaught of light and heat that accosted their senses.

Kirito's team was as of now, surrounded by both sides. Bakugou's team from the back and Todoroki's on their front.

It seemed luck wasn't on his side at all today.

Smirking at the knowing look adorning Liz's face and catching Tokoyami's gaze with his own, he jumped. A strange kind of nostalgia hitting him, one that brought up memories of a cold night, trapped and surrounded by similar ice pillars, blocking them from the world beyond. Feet pounding against the ice dome with a speed he'd forgotten he was able to maintain. Legs vibrating with the effort, adrenaline high, and hands poised, he ran right up the wall. Effectively dodging both Kaminari's and Bakugou's attacks.

Satisfied that this time, he was able to actually complete his climb, he reluctantly let himself fall back, flipping in the air and landing right back where he'd started. Safely nestled in his teammate's hold.