Atelophobia [MP100 X MHA Crossover]

Elevatophobia - Fear of Elevators

Wattpad readers! I have noticed that my fic has been saved to a lot of reading lists. So now I'm curious, how many have you have found this through a reading list?
Also, what's your favorite color. Mine is yellow 💛🍋🐤

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The next two weeks passed in a moment and the day of the Sports Festival finally arrived. News reporters flooded the school grounds with cameras that recorded everyone and everything. It was an introvert's worst nightmare.

Ritsu walked among the crowd, a plain, black jacket over his uniform, a surgical mask on his face, and his telltale spiky hair gelled down. It was a bit much, but this getup was his plan to stay unrecognizable at the festival. And with the press mainly focused on the heroes, he should have been able to blend into the crowd, but someone insisted on walking with him to school that day.

"Did you really have to come with me?"

"What? Is an older brother not allowed to drop his precious little brother off at school? Especially on such a big day?" Teruki, walking next to him, asked this as if his bright clothing and neon sneakers weren't drawing any attention.

"If the older brother happens to be you, then yes." Ritsu cautiously side-eyed the people slowly drifting toward Teruki. He still didn't understand how someone as annoying as the blond was able to draw others to him. Teruki was like a people magnet and Ritsu just so happened to be one of these people if him being in a whole other world was anything to go by.

"You're always so kind, Brother-kun," Teruki jeered. He then leaned in close and lowered his voice, "You have your phone on you, right?"

Ritsu nodded.

"The moment you see Endeavor, text me."

Ritsu's brows raised then lowered. "You couldn't have just told me that at the apar—" when he turned to face the older boy, he found that no one was besides him and the blond, with all his bright clothing, had already managed to disappear into the crowd; a feat that flabbergasted Ritsu. In fact, he was so flabbergasted that he didn't notice the news reporter in front of him until he bumped into her.

The woman jumped at the impact and turned to face him. His mother's training immediately kicked in and he began to apologize to the lady and—

Oh.

He had met this reporter before.

'No. Nonononononono. Not again.'

"Hey," the lady started, her cameraman (the same one from before) facing him too, "have I seen you somewhere before?"

Without saying anything or even bothering to finish his apology, Ritsu turned and made a beeline for the school, only stopping when he reached the locker room. He made sure to slam the door shut behind him, fearing that she might have chased him like before. The noise made the few other students inside—all from different departments—look up at him. He brushed them off with a small wave and threw on his own PE clothes before heading to 1-A's waiting room.

Inside, the air was electric. His classmates were scattered around, some sitting at various tables and others stretching on the floor, and their excited chatter filled the space.