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Losing Game

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You ever like... hear a song and you're just like "finally some good fucking food"

(Song name: Power of Two (End credits version)--- Victoria Monet)

Also it's got a weird premise to it. Just proving yourself to Japan's heroes that you're not some rabid animal.

Quirk name: Afterimage.

The user is able to split themselves off into different decisions, different routes to ensure the best choice.

(Loosely based off the Sports Tournament arc.)

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There was this stigma surrounding your transfer class. This... tension, the weight it carried. You as individuals have never felt it when you first arrived, only seeing the hero course as this false sense of security. A veil to cover the chaos that was the world around them.

But, you've seen it all. The destruction, the hate for your kind. For your mutations. How ugly it could be. How their eyes seemed to burn your skin and their touch seered it's way into your soul. Hardening your heart's to shield themselves from anything outside of it. The idea of "redemption"... of second chances was near nonexistent.

So, when you and your mixed classes were crashed by the villains in the USJ, your coldness and lack of empathy was finally revealed. How with each blow you and your classmates landed was intended to harm, not protect. Because, there was no room for that here. Not with so much at stake.

"Y/N from Class 1-AB against Todoroki from Class 1-A!"

You look up, feeling your classmates clasp their hands on your shoulders.

"Holy shit! You're going against Number 2's kid!"

You turn to the boy to your right, his fishbowl bubbling with excitement. You could almost hear the excitement through his little airways. He shuffles around a bit, his scuba suit clanking subtly.

"Really?"

He nods.

"Yeah and his dad's watching right there."

The boy points at the man, arms crossed as flames sparked across his skin.

Endeavor.

"No fucking way, Nile. Are you serious?"

To be seen by such a big figure in Japan. To be seen as something more had your heart racing. Reality settling in to your bones as your knees bounce. Can't fuck this up. Can't fuck this up. Can't fuck this-.

"Relax man. It's not that serious. This... is not serious. Just breathe and concentrate on doing what you do best, alright? I'm sure you'll do great out there."

The weight from his metallic suit find your shoulder, forcing your eyes to see his water filled fishbowl. If only he had a face, he'd have the widest grin on his lips. But, the tank only bubbles once. A sign of confidence for his classmate."

"You got it."

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You shake your shoulders out, hands rubbing against each other as you approach the arena. Midnight holding her hand out as she introduces you."

"Y/N, a strong player in the second class of our hero course. Their quirk allows them to split themselves off to decipher which action would give them the best result. Great as support for their teammates."

Support... forcing you to stoop so long behind this wannabe. You tie your hair back, eyes rolling at her comment. How you wish to say something, but your teachers made you as an entire class to present themselves as approachable.