To Overthrow The Stars

Chapter Six

Warning: mild cursing, mystery~

1082 words.

I only started listening to Blackpink since I saw their documentary "Light Up The Sky" on Netflix about three months ago, I find them to be boss girls. 10,000/10 👌👌👌👌👌👌

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"CLASS ONE AYYEEEEEEEE!" Present Mic announces, Midoriya leads them all confidently out into the main arena, I watch from one of the other doorways with Support Course and although some are legitimately confident in front of these hundreds of thousands of people, most are showing fear. I can sense the anxiety among the lot of us, including myself.

"In their shadow is class one beeeeeeeeee!" That class is led by multiple students, but one emanates a cocky aura, a blonde boy with a grin on his face that portrays him as the type to think he's better than everyone else. Self-entitled prick. I remark, watching as other classes are ushered into the main arena, then it's finally our turn.

"And here comes the support courrrrrrseeeee!" Mei Hatsume, someone I only know by her explosive personality when introducing herself to the class and later to me in private, leads the crowd with a couple other students. I stay to the middle of the crowd of Support Course students, multiple body densities drowning the sound down a few notches as the audience screams their heads off. I'm standing at about one hundred and sixty centimeters, so most of the others in my class tower over me at around one hundred and eighty centimeters.

I hold myself to a high standard, but inside I am struggling to keep myself from digging a hole and crawling into it. I see someone familiar across the horde of students in class 1A, someone who isn't Jiro surprisingly calms my nerves slightly. This can't be worse than sparring with that hothead. I remind myself, "Uh, I just wanted to say I'm gonna win."

...Good going Bakugo, now everyone is pissed off.

Boos and colorful language are thrown around the stadium, but Midnight quickly calms it down with the crack of her hand whip, boobs jiggling in the paper-thin bodysuit of a hero costume. I only realize this fact because of two major league perverts from my class, Twiddle Dumber and Twiddle Dumbass. Could they have gotten better nicknames? Yes, absolutely, but I had a short time to think about said nicknames before their boners were like rocks against my back as I worked on the piece of equipment I'm using today.

I scrubbed off a good two layers of skin and set fire to my tank top after that experience.

As I'm recalling those traumatic perverted events, Midnight explains the obstacle course. Now, we're lining up in the claustrophobic space of a tunnel that leads out of the arena. I build up the karma from the people around me, somehow managing to make my way up to be standing next to Todoroki and sucking up a whole lot of bad energy from him. Damn, who peed in your cheerios this morning? I wonder.

"GO!" Midnight cracks her handheld whip again, although it resembles more of a sex toy than something useful in combat, and everyone races towards the first obstacle. Robots. Same exact models from the entrance exam, yet the frontrunners are the zero-point monstrosities we were told to completely avoid.

That's when the robots lunge, and Todoroki freezes them all in one swoosh of his right arm, including the lot of us bystanders. I- along with few others of course, I can't be the only one making it out of that poorly executed excuse for a trap- used the karma I gained off of his aura just moments ago and shatter the ice binding my feet to the ground. I see Yaoyorozu off to my right with a pole being created from her palm, blasting her way up, and some others from class 1A using their quirks to their advantage.

I skate across the ice on thin layers of energy coating my boots, the negative-on-negative karma repelling each other so that I float along the surface. Zero-point robots start crashing around me and I take out a few one, two, and three pointers myself, Todoroki taking his chance to snatch first place with a heavy lead. Bakugo releases explosions from his hands above me and the robots, yelling something about "Icyhot", whatever that means.

Next obstacle is one of epic proportions, a large ravine with pedestals of earth and strings as thin as fish wire stringing between said pedestals. Not necessarily knowing what to do, I run across a tightrope wire, keeping my balance only by the paper-thin walls of karma on either side of me, expelling even amounts of both good and bad karma on either side to cancel each other out. I make my way through in a decent time frame, landing on the other side of the ravine with a kind of pride in having just done that.

Last obstacle of this race is a mine field with a little more than harmless, low-impact mines. They release a pink substance when activated, something I learned while watching many of the general studies students and fellow support course students accidentally step on some. I think of the best way I could approach this without getting too far behind or ahead. Let's see, I mentally go over scenarios in my head as I cautiously step around the mines for the time being, I could take a hit from one of those mines and use the bad karma from that experience to propel myself forward, but that runs the risk of getting severely injured by either the mine's force beneath my feet or the heavy landing I'd have to endure. I suppose the other option would be to go as I am now, but the mines are more clustered near the end which would slow me down. Damn, I wish I had-

I loud explosion rocks the ground beneath us, and within a giant cloud of pink smoke I see Midoriya propelling through the air on a piece of metal from one of the robots we fought earlier. I don't have a piece of metal, nor do I have the resources to gather mines for that big of an explosion, but his gargantuan act gives me an idea: use my environment to my advantage.

When the mines begin to cluster together more frequently, signaling I'm near the end of the mine field, I step on one and send myself flying through the air using the bad karma from the blast to send myself further down the course. I then draw off of the good karma and tuck to hit the ground, rolling before standing up and running.

I end up getting twenty-first place on the roster, making it through to the next round of sports festival games.