Ivette Midoriya absolutely hated heroes. The whole concept baffled her; how could those who declare themselves to be symbols of justice be so corrupted? How could society judge people based on their quirks and appearances? Fuck that. Ivette swore to...
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FOR THE NEXT MATCH, IVETTE WATCHED her soulmate, Kirishima, fight a boy from the class next door. A guy named Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu. The name was odd. Ivette had to stifle a giggle to not come across as rude. What was odder, however, was his quirk. Both he and Kirishima shared a similar quirk, and, as a result, they were on the same level.
"It's going to be a draw," Ivette stated, laying back against the seat beside her younger brother, who was busy jotting down notes on Tetsutetsu in his newest notebook. "They're on par with each other."
And she was correct. Kirishima and Tetsutetsu knocked each other out, collapsing at the same time and earning them another match afterwards.
Something churned in Ivette's stomach.
Something about her soulmates fighting didn't sit right with her. Especially when she could do something about it. Nonetheless, this was what her soulmates wanted, and who was she to tell them not to fight?
"While we wait for Tetsutetsu and Kirishima to recover, we'll start the next match!"
"Next might be the most disturbing match-up," commented Tsuyu, a finger to her face and eyes trained onto the field.
Jirou rubbed her arms up and down, repeating the motion to calm herself. "I almost don't want to watch..."
Ivette leant back in her seat, watching silently as the match proceeded. She didn't really care that Uraraka was getting her ass handed to her. Bakugo wasn't going to go easy on her just because she was a female. Good, she thought. Gender equality.
Ivette ignored her classmates' comments, crossing her arms over each other and continuing to observe the battle unravel. Out the peripheral of her vision, she could see Izuku tense up, worry etched into the features of his face.
"She's fine."
Izuku glanced at his twin.
"Look up."
He did as instructed, eyes enlarging at the boulders floating in the air.
"She's not as dumb as people think," Ivette said. Her brows twitched in irritation as she heard the progression of boos from the pro heroes in the crowd. "I'll be back."
"W-Wait! Ivette!"
Ivette walked away from the stands, catching the attention of her multi-haired soulmate. She ignored the curious look he sent her way and walked through the hallways, her destination engraved in her mind. Her legs inched further and further forward, large strides to move her body faster. Her hands curled into fists, emerald eyes glinting dangerously under the artificial lights.
