╰┈➤ 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ━━ ❝All these worries about villains and heroes... about quirks and the quirkless... when they should be worried about something far worse... me.❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- you, the once powerful and feared Control Devil, find your...
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You craned your neck once again, squinting at the large scoreboard hovering above the stadium to see your position.
19th place.
The sting of your position was overturned by the measly point value—just 115. It didn't seem fair. Why such a large disparity?
Midnight's voice boomed across the stadium with instructions, snapping you from your thoughts. "Now, you've got five minutes to build your teams. I recommend you get started."
You glanced around, taking in the chaotic scene as students broke off into groups. Your eyes landed on Midoriya once more. His face still bore the shock of being worth ten million points.
A bitter chuckle escaped your lips. Yes, maybe the point system showcased a larger system at play—the truth, if you will.
In the grand scheme of professional heroes, only the number-one spot mattered. 42nd or 2nd place made no difference. Both paled in comparison to the singular brilliance of first place.
A position that demanded constant vigilance—for the number one hero was a target not just for villains, but even for other heroes drunk on ambition.
You stood off to the side, watching as everyone began breaking off into groups. The frantic energy in the air was palpable—a chaotic dance of alliances and strategies forming in real-time. Your eyes scanned the crowd, assessing the potential of each team.
You made eye contact with Bakugo, his intense gaze locking onto yours. He immediately began making his way over to you, his determined stride cutting through the crowd. However, a few feet away from you, he was intercepted by a head of purple hair.
Shinso stepped in front of you, blocking Bakugo's path. "Oh?" You raised a brow at his bravery, curious about his intentions.
Bakugo, however, wasn't one for detours. He snarled, his crimson eyes flashing, and barged past Shinso with a rough shoulder shove. "Move it, Sleepy Bitch," he growled, "She's already in a team."
You hummed thoughtfully, taking a step forward and positioning yourself between the two boys. You turned to face Bakugo, raising a hand to tap the bottom of your lip as you tilted your head. "Oh, Bakugo," you drawled, your voice dripping with honeyed sweetness, "How kind of you to consider me for your team. But..." you paused, letting the silence stretch, "I don't remember you coming over to ask me...do you?"
Bakugo's features contorted in frustration. He looked away for a fleeting moment, a small scoff escaping his lips before he met your gaze again. "I know, but—"
"But nothing." You cut him off, taking a small step towards him. Your voice, normally smooth and alluring, sharpened to a steely edge. "It seems that I've been too relaxed with your behavior lately."
