The man who knew the fox

• The U.A Sports Festival •

Early mornings have proven time and time again to be the perfect time to train quirks and to learn and practice various ways of attack to use against the scum of society. This is the philosophy of UA's staff, the homeroom teachers of the hero courses being no different. Not all of the students in those courses agree at first, but they usually are grateful for the training by the time they become pro heroes. It's no surprise, then, that Class 1-A and Class 1-B often go through quirk training together and are frequently pitted against each other to show off their improvement so far and to learn how to grow stronger with the quirk they have to work with. If nothing else happens with these quirk training sessions, it gives certain students the push of motivation they need to strengthen their quirks and temporarily inflate the egos of those whose overconfidence in themselves knows no bound.

Is what I thought but when I was in costume and I had seen all the people fight against each other, I'm glad I never had to fight against Shoto because were basically family and I could never, also I think he would deliberately lose just so he didn't have to fight me. I snicker to myself "what are you laughing at?" I heard an angry voice say behind me, I knew. "Jesus do you have to be angry every night?" I say turning around to see Bakugo gunning me down with his eyes "you know being angry won't get you to be a hero you know, because everyone will be scared of you" I say crossing my arms then a hand-whipped past my face, and on the wall "oh so are you scared of me huh!?" He screamed frantically "no I just don't think it's good for you that's all," I said smirking and getting out of his hand. I was standing by myself as a pist off Bakugo walked down the hall and out of sight, It was Bakugo and Kaminari then Me and Tenya, we both one our matches and now it was me against Bakugo. Shoto easily could have won in my opinion but I think Bakugos Fighting spirit is too strong.

Midnight yelled our matches as both of us walked out on the field. Waiting. We both got into our stances. Yearning for Midnight to say began. Then she did. I bolted myself up in the air knowing how He fights he went straight throwing his first best which was pretty damn strong the next minute I yanked him backward, heart pounding in my hands. Bakugo hit the ground hard as I landed on the opposite side. I dodged another hit and lunged. I got a good hold on Bakugo and shoved him against the ground, dragging him off the ground and dangling him six feet in the air. "Enough games," he growled. "You thought we were playing games?" I ask as my eyes began to whiten and my hair in flames when Kenji made himself appear behind me in the pure alliance. Bakugo shook his head was he hallucinating or was this real? Everyone in the stadium gasped and voices began to spread like wildfire. Bakugo was breathing hard, but goddamn it, he didn't even look like he was in pain. My eyes narrowed un whiting and I smiled. "What," he said to himself. I threw my head back, then slammed my forehead into his nose. Cartilage cracked and blood wet Bakugo's lips.

He dropped six feet to the ground landing on his feet, he groaned and got back up as I dropped myself down to the ground. Bakugo hadn't got one hit on me but I had managed to crack his nose, he was furious. I lunged. Fire met fire. He barely recovered from my surprise, blocking my swings at the very last second. He returned an attack with a thrust so quick I had to jump out of the way. His hand whizzed across the space where my stomach was less than a second ago. Our Fists met again and again. Bakugo had managed to blast kerosene at my uncovered arm. A rip in the fabric. The sting of blood rushing against my skin. I didn't look at the wound; my concentration had already cost me once. Instead, I took a difficult turn, channeling all my strength into action. I turned my body over his and snapped both my hands on his back. Which cost me one of my hands.

My hands buzzed painfully, broken wrist straining at my heavy fists, I had to squeeze my eyes shut against the pain. My breath rattled in my chest, and I felt as if I was choking on my own breath. Unnatural, forced anxiety was being burned into my skin, racing my heart, setting fire to my hands. I summoned Kenji to protect me putting me inside him which ended me up 20 feet in the air. I was so high up now, But it was reasonable for my survival, Bakugo was at a murderous state. The second Bakugo harms Kenji he could disappear plummeting me to my death. The thought had me shaking, memories hazy, body fuzzing, and losing its shape. I took in a deep, shaky, and rattling breath, and used the pain in my hands to ground him as I actually took hold of Bakugo. I tried to breathe around my closing throat. I was about to swing at Bakugo when he broke threw Kenji's Protective layer and grabbed me by the throat, His hands were gripped tightly on my neck, actually moving the trachea as his fingers dug into my neck.

His hands were on fire, yes, but he was actually touching my neck. His grip was tight, strong as if he was alive. I knew I couldn't back out now or buck him off. This was a tournament, and as harsh as his Quirk was, it was his Quirk, and he was only doing what he could to win, just like everyone else. But what I saw in Bakugo's eyes was not a passion for winning it was murder. We flew down to the ground making an indent in the cement. Maybe, just maybe, I thought to myself, I had to use it there was no other choice, even if it could help my own progress in actually moving things. It was hard to focus with the panic making my head fuzzy, but I could do it. Bakugo's inferno made him shoot popping explosions around us as he was on top of me, the smell of gunpowder surrounding us both, popping rampant in my ear, he released me slightly. The pain in his hands was making his knuckles white. Aizawa gripped the desk so hard his knuckles turned white, his body leaning forward him wanting to stop the match immediately. Hizashi nudged him, and he jumped, whipping his head around to glare hellfire at Hizashi's skull. "What's wrong? See a villain?" Hizashi murmured, tone serious. "No," Aizawa hissed.

"She's panicking. I don't know what's happening to her, I've never seen it before" Aizawa states. "Nezu knows right?" Hizashi whispered quickly. "He could call off the match, say it was a false start". "Everyone was watching, they're going to call bullshit," Aizawa replied, heart, sinking with his stomach as Bakugo's unstable rage flung me halfway across the arena. "Nezu approved the Sports Festival but he's not in control of the matches," Aizawa says. Hizashi cursing under his breath. "I'll tell Midnight, she'll pause the match". "On what grounds, Hizashi?" Aizawa hissed. Hizashi held out his hand, determination etched onto his face." Give me your phone" he smiled. I was now out of moves except one. "Stop!?" I yelled as everything began to stop, Bakugo was no longer moving, and the sound of everyone's screams. Silent. I released myself from his clutches walking around behind him, My nose bleeding from this. 

I stared. The fabric from my arm is now completely red. The panic slowed, He felt something in his chest now too, if he really focused, a stable, solid feeling in my chest that seemed to trickle into my hands. I closed my eyes, breathed deep, and focused hard, attempting to coax the feeling down in my legs as well. It was slow, sluggishly circulating through my body. My legs felt hot, but it wasn't burning. A little moment In a time when it was ruined when I could no longer hold time. The loudness began to come back and the lights began to flash but everything stopped when Bakugo had come back into focus not seeing me in front of him. Everyone went quiet as he turned around slowly His stomach rolled as he panicked, I waved my hand and used all my strength to sock him square in the face, I could hear the cracking of his jaw as he flopped to the ground, Bakugo's eyes were wide.