Miss Rebel

《12》Declaration

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And just like that...the days passed...and before anyone knew it...it was the day of the Sports Festival.

~CLASS 1-A WAITING ROOM~

"Aw man!! I was looking forward to using my costume for the Sports Festival!!"
The tail man laughs at the pink girl's comment, "Well...it's only fair if we all use our P.E uniforms,"

Alma lets out a loud yawn...sprawled all over the table as everyone around her chattered aimlessly about their excitement and anxiety. On the other hand, there she was, completely out of it...pouting a bit as she recalled her father's warning tone after dropping her off here.

'Don't cause any trouble okay Peaches?'

She lets out a sigh, wondering if she should keep her promise to her dad. It was no fun if there was no trouble~

Suddenly, Iida barges into the room, startling a few of the students. He wore a serious look; "EVERYONE! GET YOUR GAME FACES ON!! WE'RE ENTERING THE ARENA SOON--!!"
She groans mentally, lifting up her head as she peers at everyone else in the room, 'Man...it's too early for this~'

"Midoriya,"

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masculine voice perks out of nowhere, making everyone turn to the source of the mellow voice. Alma lazily peers over...gleaming once she saw who it was.
Midoriya was rather surprised by his sudden approach, his lips quivering "H-Hey Todoroki..." He was unsure why the class's top student was talking to him.

Instead of a friendly look, a poker-faced was thrown at him, "From an objective standpoint...I think it's fairly clear that I am stronger than you,"

"However, you got All Might in your corner helping you out," Midoriya slightly flinches at this, while Alma narrows her eyes at the mention of her father, "I'm not here to pry about what's going on between you two..."
He then seemingly glares at the freckled boy, "But know that I will beat you,"

Denki sweats slightly at this, sitting right next to Alma, "Whoa...what's with all of these declarations of war lately?"
The red-haired, Kirishima, stands from his seat next to Denki...walking over as he placed his hand on Todoroki's shoulder, "Yeah what's the big deal? Why pick a fight all of the sudden, we're about to get started--!"
But his hand was pushed away by Todoroki himself, "We're not here to be each other's friends..."

'And he expects to be a hero with that attitude? then what's the whole point?' Alma thought, narrowing her eyes as the scene before her unfolds. She recalled that the boy was the son of Endeavor, a hero which always saw her father as a rival.

'I get it now...he thinks Midoriya has some sort of connection with Dad...' Alma smiles, 'If only he knew~'

Todoroki was about to walk out when Midoriya suddenly calls out to him, "Wait a minute!!"

He listens, glancing back at the freckled boy who didn't dare to face him, his head facing down, "I don't know what's going through your head...or why you need to tell me that you'll beat me. Yeah, you are better than me...in fact...you're probably one of the few in the hero course along with Alma to have that potential...that's why you got in so easily,"

Kirishima seems to waver at his comment, "C-C'mon Midoriya...isn't that a bit harsh?"

"No! He's right! Everyone else in the other courses is coming to us with everything they got!"