My attempt of a MHA self insert

The Sports festival part two: The big race.

★A/N as usual: I hope you enjoy this chapter :)★
★TW: MINETA, CUSSING, MISTAKES, SMALL EXPLOSIONS AND THATS IT HOPEFULLY★

Sakura's POV:

I'll quickly explain the sports festival, it's split up by year groups then business, general, support course and the hero course which is what I'm in the hero course all fight each other in a bunch of preliminary trials and the winners face off in the finals.

We saw a LOT of people here around in the middle of home room.

"Um... Why the heck are you all here?" Uraraka asked.

"Do you have some business with our class?" Iida asked.

"Yeah. You're blocking our doorway and it's kinda a dick move." I replied.

"They're scouting out for competition idiots. We're the class that survived a real villain attack. At least now you know what a future pro looks like. Now move it, extras." Bakugo insulted.

"You can't call people extras just because you don't know who they are!" Iida shouted.

"So this is class 1-A I heard you guys were impressive, but you just sound like an ass. Is everyone in the hero course delusional or just you? How sad to come here and find a bunch of ego maniacs. I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here, I was forced to choose a different track. Such is life. I didn't cut it the first time around, but I have another chance. If any of us do well in the sports festival, the teachers can decide to transfer us to the hero course. And they'll have to transfer people out to make room. Scouting the competition? Maybe some of my peers are but I'm here to say if you don't bring your very best, I'll steal your spot from right under you. Consider this a declaration of war." A people haired guy explained.

What the actual fuck?

"Hey you. I'm from class 1-B next door to you! We heard you fought some villains, and I came to see if that was true. But you're just brats who think you're better than us! Talk all ya want! It'll be embarrassing when you're KO'd. Don't you ignore me!" The guy shouted.

"I'm sorry I think you have the wrong idea about our class... We're pretty nice actually." I muttered nervously.

Kirishima ran over and paused.

"Where are you going? You gotta say something. It's your fault they're all hating on us, Bakugo." Kirishima called out.

"These people don't matter." Bakugo muttered.

"Huh?" Kirishima asked.

"The only thing that's important is that I beat them." Bakugo sorta explained.

Okay he is digging us deeper as he walked off.

"Hey! I'm comin' for you!" The guy with grey hair shouted.

Sorry. But this grey haired guy can go fuck himself.

"I'm sorry. But fuck you! We are going to kick your sorry asses!" I snapped.

Future Sakura: Hi. Future me here. As you know by now sometimes I slip up with my wording. That my dear friend was one of them as we got into a petty argument which I am not writing here as I prefer to forget it.

We all needed to go plus ultra. We don't know the games but we have two weeks to prepare so I put myself on a very strict training schedule...