"Come Into My Office. Yes, The Restroom."

The Case of the Sports Festival Pt. 3

Shinsou carefully steps off of his teammates' hands. In his hand, which is clenched tightly into a fist, is the band that has the numbers '10,000,270' on it. He lets his fist relax. He looks at Izuku, who lazily smiles, slightly trembling as the adrenaline rush slows, and grins. "I... I don't even know what to say right now."

"Don't say anything then," Izuku shrugs, chuckling.

"Now, let's take a look at the top four teams right away!" Present Mic excitedly shouts. "In first place once again, Team Shinsou!" Izuku zones out after hearing their team's placement, letting out a relieved sigh. He rolls his shoulders back, trying to get rid of the stress from those last few seconds. The anticipation made his heart race, the organ thumping in his chest, and now he feels the crash of the adrenaline high that had raced through his body. He kind of wants to go home. He sneaks a glance over to where Bakugou screams into the ground and lets out a snicker. Of course, he makes sure to be hidden mostly behind Shinsou.

He doesn't want to die just yet.

Izuku leans back against the white wall, wishing that the hallway that Elsa dragged him to was more shaded, at least where they stood. He lets out a yawn, covering his mouth politely, and raises an eyebrow. "Well?" He prompts, wanting to speed this up; the next event starts after lunch, and he wants to snack on something.

"I was overpowered. So much so that I broke my pledge." Elsa stares at him before looking down at his hand. "Your team... Only one of you are from the Hero Course."

"Glad to know you know who's in your class." Izuku snarks, slightly defensive. If Elsa starts to talk shit about his teammates, he was in for the best verbal lashing Izuku could give, that's a promise. And pledge? What is he talking about?

"You made me use his quirk." Ah, so that's what he means. Elsa's hand clenches into a tight fist, and Izuku crosses his arms.

"I'm pretty sure none of us made you use your quirk. Yeah, it may have been a reflex, but we didn't make you do anything." Izuku sighs. "Can we get to the point? I have a feeling that's not all you wanna talk about."

"Endeavor's my old man."

Izuku didn't like where this is going.

"I'm sure you know that he's been stuck as the Number Two Hero for forever." Izuku breathes in through his nose as Elsa, or rather Todoroki, was going on about his father, and he averts his eyes, staring at the line where the sunshine could reach. He has a bad feeling curling up in the pit of his stomach. "My old man has a strong desire to rise in the world. As a Hero, he won a name for himself with crushing force. Because of that, the living legend, All Might," Izuku scrunches his nose, "is a great eyesore to him. Since he couldn't surpass All Might, he moved on to his next plan."

Izuku moves his attention back on to the teen across from him, green eyes slightly widening as they meet gray and blue. "You..."

"You've heard of quirk marriages, right?"

Oh, he definitely didn't like where this is going.

"Okay, hold on." Izuku raises a hand, interrupting the other. "I'm just gonna assume that this is gonna take a horrible twist, so are you sure you wanna share this with a stranger? Like, if you're about to talk about childhood trauma, I'm not sure I'm the best person to talk to." He rubs the back of his head, fingers meeting the short ponytail there. "Honestly, this is so random. I'm not trying to like... dismiss?―we'll go with that―dismiss what you're trying to tell me, or at least what I think you're trying to tell me, but, uh... I'm literally just a random person."