Izuku The forgotten Jade emperor.

coincidence

The aftermath of my fight with Shoto Todoroki left me with a pounding headache. The adrenaline from the battle had worn off, and now I felt the full brunt of the strain I had put on my body. As I made my way through the bustling halls of UA, I kept my head down, avoiding eye contact with the excited students and spectators who filled the corridors.

I needed water, something to clear my mind and soothe the throbbing in my head. Finding a nearby water fountain, I leaned over and drank deeply, savoring the cool relief it brought. The noise of the festival faded into the background as I focused on calming myself.

Just as I was about to move away, I felt someone bump into me. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with a blue haired girl. Her eyes were bright with curiosity, and she seemed to recognize me immediately.

"Hey! You're Izuku Mori, right?" she said, her voice filled with a cheerful energy that contrasted sharply with my own mood.

I nodded curtly. "Yeah. Sorry about that."

Before she could say anything else, I vanished into the crowd, slipping away before she had a chance to engage me in conversation. I had no interest in talking, especially not when my head felt like it was about to split open.

Navigating through the throngs of people, I found a quiet corner where I could sit and gather my thoughts. The final match was approaching, and I needed to be ready. My encounter with that girl was already fading from my mind, replaced by the need to focus and prepare.

I wasn't in the final match, having deliberately lost to Todoroki earlier. Still, I wanted to see how the rest of the festival played out. Watching the competition would provide valuable insights into my classmates' abilities and strategies.

Making my way through the dispersing crowd, I kept my head down, avoiding unnecessary interactions. The festival was a reminder of why I kept my distance, why I maintained my cold demeanor. It was easier to stay focused and keep my secrets hidden.

nejire pov

The excitement of the UA Sports Festival thrummed through the air, an electric current that buzzed around the stadium and filled everyone with energy. Nejire Hado, one of UA's Big 3, felt the buzz as she moved through the crowded hallways, searching for a moment of respite from the overwhelming noise. She needed a drink, something to cool her down and clear her head.

The final match was approaching, and she wanted to be fully alert to watch it. Her mind kept drifting back to a boy she had seen earlier in the day: Izuku Mori. There was something about him that tugged at her curiosity. His face seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place where she had seen him before.

Finding a water fountain, she leaned over and took a long sip, savoring the refreshing coolness. Just as she straightened up, she accidentally bumped into someone. Turning quickly, she found herself face-to-face with Izuku Mori.

"Hey! You're Izuku Mori, right?"she exclaimed, her voice filled with her usual cheerful energy.

Izuku's eyes flicked to hers briefly before he nodded curtly. "Yeah. Sorry about that."

Before she could say anything else, he disappeared into the crowd, moving with a fluid grace that made him almost blend into the background. Nejire stood there for a moment, blinking in surprise.

"Hey! Wait!" she called after him, but he was already gone, swallowed by the throng of students and spectators. She frowned slightly, feeling a mix of curiosity and frustration. There was something off about him, something that made her want to know more.

As she made her way back to her seat, she couldn't shake the encounter from her mind. Izuku Mori had an aura of mystery around him, a coldness that seemed to keep everyone at a distance. And yet, there was something familiar about him, something she couldn't quite place.

She found her friends, Mirio and Tamaki, waiting for her. Mirio was grinning, as usual, while Tamaki looked slightly more anxious than usual.

"Nejire, you're back just in time! The final match is about to start," Mirio said, his excitement palpable.

Nejire nodded absently, her thoughts still on Izuku. "Yeah, I just bumped into Izuku Mori."

Tamaki looked thoughtful. " what luck, did you get to speak to him? ."

"no" Nejire said, her curiosity burning brighter. " when I tried to talk to him, he just vanished. It's like a magicians magic trick"

Mirio nodded, his expression more serious now. "damn. that's unfortunate "

Nejire agreed, her mind racing with questions. Who was Izuku Mori? Why was he so guarded? And why did he seem so familiar?

As the final match was about to began, Nejire tried to focus on the action in the arena, but her thoughts kept drifting back to Izuku. She had to find out more about him, to understand why he was so distant and why he seemed to be hiding something.

Nejire's mind was elsewhere, piecing together the fragments of her memory that might explain who Izuku Mori really was.

Nejire sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and intrigue. "I guess we'll have to wait and see. I just wish I could remember where I've seen him before." she thought.