Souls Hero Academia (Rewrite)

Chapter 41: Sports Festival (3)

Momo sighed; her hair already frazzled by the frankly psychotic trials that were included in this Hazard Maze. Accidentally stepping on a pressure plate, the whole area shook and instead of looking behind her, she bolted right towards the exit in plain sight.

Her breaths came in labored pants as her quite ridiculously huge assets bounced around. It was a huge pain in her ass – and yes, she was mad enough to forget about decorum for a moment – as she tried to pump enough energy into her legs to outrun whatever was chasing her from behind.

After all, in this maze full of traps thought up by her clearly demented classmate, nothing is off the tables. Rolling boulders? Check... At least they're made of paper mache so it isn't that dangerous. It would still hamper your progress, however. Pitfalls? Check. Fake walls? Whoever made that design, she wanted to throttle, but yes, check.

Then, last but not the least were the dreaded swamps. Midoriya wanted them to be poison swamps, but that would be quite dangerous, so the staff toned it down. It was still irritating, however, as instead of poison, they were made of adhesive. Good luck moving to the finish line when you can't even take a single step while bathed in sticky substance. It gave her ideas with her quirk, but seriously, why...?

"I am going to kick Midoriya once this event's done!" She jumped through the narrow doorway, a loud crash sounding off behind her, throwing her away for a good few meters. She tumbled for a short while, breaths coming in short gasps as she tried to get her breathing in order. "I swear..."

"I wanna... join you for that..." And of course, the one who decided to hitch a ride on her had the gall to complain, when he in fact just sat pretty on her back. It sickened her. She was a bit curious as to why Mineta followed her, and now the reason was anything but innocent.

"You, shut up. I have half a mind to just leave you here after what you've done, but as vice-rep of our class, it is my duty to do my best... Even at the cost of myself." Momo glared at the purple midget clinging to her back via the use of his sticky balls. If her assets already weren't enough with them weighing her down for the most of her life, now she had this creep.

"I'll be good." Mineta, for his part, nodded nervously. Her glare was something to behold, after all. Her dad did say that she had one nasty glare, no matter how innocent she may look when she was feeling neutral.

Her eyes didn't leave the midget for another few seconds, but relented when she realized she was wasting time glaring loathingly at her classmate. Perhaps she should collaborate with Midoriya about combating perverted tendencies in their classrooms. It could make for a nice activity, plus, the other girls would be on board with that plan.

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"I. Hate. This. Place." Itsuka grumbled as she trekked through a narrow pathway, the swamp made of adhesive around her bubbling a purple color. She winced when some of it popped and landed on her cheek, the sticking substance feeling sticky and icky. It grossed her out. She caught sight of a hole on the side and grimaced. She remembered how Shoda was separated from her because of a pitfall that led to a different area, of all things. Sometimes, she thought that some of those pitfalls were shortcuts, but she wasn't eager to try it.

"Indeed. I cannot fathom the mind of one so deranged as to come up with such... obstacles." Beside her, Jurota winced as some of the substance landed on his glasses. "Of all the places to land on..."

He fished out a piece of cloth from his pocket to wipe it away, only for the substance to spread itself across the glass. Eyes twitching, Jurota pocketed his glasses while breathing out a sigh. "Not like I needed to read, anyway."