Heterochromatic

[22] Now

Ekio broods as she sits by herself on the edge of the stadium. Because of her sneaky win, she is being ignored.

"Take a look at the results!" Midnight points towards the large screens around the stadium.

1, Kio Komo.

2, Izuku Midoriya.

3, Shoto Todoroki.

4, Katsuki Bakugo.

The list continues but Kio just looks away, crossing her arms and ignoring her classmates as a few students send her dirty looks.

"The top 42 made it through to the next round. It's unfortunate, but don't worry even if you didn't make it! We've prepared other chances for you to shine." Midnight tries to excite the students.

But once Ekio is in a mood, the girl is in a mood.

"The real competition begins next! The press cavalry'll be all over it! Give it your all!"

Ekio rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, hunching over into herself.

"The second round of the U.A. Sports Festival first-year stage is A cavalry battle!" Midnight yells loudly to entice the crowd. "Those at the top will suffer more."

'Oh go ahead, make my day worse.'

"You'll hear this many times as you attend U.A. That is what 'Plus Ultra' means!"

'I'm pretty sure it fucking doesn't but go off.'

Midnight points her whip towards Ekio's hunched over and brooding form.

"Kio Komo, who places first in the qualifier, is worth ten million points!"

'TEN. MILLION?' Ekio's eyes go wide as she stares at the board, trying to think of a way to get out of this easily. 'Fuck.'

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Ekio stands up slowly, her head down. Everyone has been grouping into teams quickly so they get the best pick, and no one has come up to her, so it's time for her to put her strategy into place.

She slowly moves through the crowd, passing her classmates without looking at them. A few glance towards her, some looking at her in disgust and others in pity.

"Hey, purple top." She calls out quietly, her eyes looking at him lazily. "You have an extra spot on your team?"

"Hm?" Shinso turns around, giving the girl a weird look. "Why would I want to become a target?"

"I have a plan, one that may just get us to win, but only if I'm remembering your Quirk correctly." Ekio mumbles, walking up beside him and lowering her voice. "Mind control correct?"

Shinso doesn't reply, he just continues to look down at her. Kio glances around and leans up towards the boy, cupping a hand over his ear and whispering her strategy to him.

"And if it doesn't work?" Shinso bends down towards the girl, the two of them practically hugging each other to make sure no one hears them.

"Then we can . . ." Kio whispers a second plan into his ear, she has come prepared for anything.

Shoto glances at the two, his eyes narrowing at the closeness of them, but he can't talk, it's his fault she has been left to another group. He looks away front he two and turns to his team, of which he has four members and a strong point gain.

"And I believe you also have an ulterior motive to part of your plan?" Shinso asks, leaning away from the girl, his hands deep in his pockets.

"If they are going to ignore me, I'll go to them," Kio growls, cracking her knuckles.