Souls Hero Academia (Rewrite)

Chapter 45: Sports Festival (7)

Izuku sighed, eyes closed as he savored the bowl of piping hot ramen served by the school staff, or more specifically, Lunch Rush. After the second event, the students were given free reign over the entirety of their lunch break. Those that didn't make the cut were given consolation prizes as they joined further minor games and other shenanigans for the entertainment of the masses that took place during lunch time.

It was kind of funny, seeing a game called Wipeout, with students going through a gauntlet of obstacles while making sure they weren't thrown off the course and into either mud pits, pools of water, or the most horrifying of them all, the Sticky gel swamp.

Some students managed to get through the gauntlet without much problems, but others were just downright hilarious to watch. While traversing through a tiny ledge with various holes hiding a nasty sucker punch surprise behind them, one of the students got decked in the face and was sent flying into a mud pit.

The resulting swears had to be censored in live television due to how explicit they were. No doubt, Nezu had a good laugh at the sudden swear bomb that happened in front of millions of people, old and young alike. Not that it did any good for their reputation as a child friendly source of entertainment.

Then again, would the next event even count as child friendly? Some food for thought.

"Oh hey, Midoriya." He looked to the side and saw Tokoyami approaching him, a tray full of meat, nuts, and fruits on hand. "Such a fine event, last we teamed up. Indeed, 'twas a revelry underneath the moonlit night."

"Yep, gotta say, you hold yourself pretty well." Izuku fed himself a long strip of noodles, his tongue lapping at the soup that threatened to spill all over the place. "Was fun seeing Dark Shadow manhandle the other students."

"Quite, Dark Shadow hasn't stopped gloating about how they were 'Unstoppable' as they call themselves." Said entity popped out from behind Tokoyami and cackled like a madman.

"Yes! Watching them scream and run was pleasing to the soul!" Dark Shadow then floated towards Izuku with a grin upon their face. "You should hang out with Fumi more! You're a good influence on him!"

"You mean bad influence." Tokoyami sniffed as he set the tray down on the table. "No offense, Midoriya, but your actions lit a spark within that dreary heart of theirs."

"Oh, I did, didn't I?" Izuku hummed as he stared into the piercing white eyes of the shadow creature hovering around him, looking at him like he was some kind of idol that was meant to be worshiped. "Well then, first things first, Dark Shadow? How about a deal?"

"Yes! My liege!" Dark Shadow actually saluted, his shadowy form taking the poise of a militant soldier, causing Tokoyami to nearly choke on the food he was currently ingesting with his beak.

"D-Dark Shadow!?" The avian mutant's feathers puffed up slightly as the shadowy figure connected to him continued to make a fool out of themselves by proclaiming they actively revered the teen before them. "S-stop! Please! I know you like teasing me, but this is just too much!"

His mysterious and regal tone completely vanished, replaced by a floundering teen who was having trouble with someone close to them. Izuku smirked at the scene, fully aware that Tokoyami was heavily abashed while thanking his lucky stars he had an avian head. However, that didn't detract from the sheer shame he was experiencing by looking into his eyes.

"Ha! Got you this time!" Dark Shadow pointed at his host with a smug smile, before turning back to Izuku. "Sorry about that, just wanted to get back at Fumi for being an edgelord."

"I am not an edgelord." Tokoyami's eyes twitched at the label, the bird mutant going back to eating his fill to prepare for the next event.

"Sure, you aren't." Even without pupils, the sentient Quirk was able to mimic a human's act of rolling eyes. "Anyway, peace, Midoriya. Hopefully, you and edgelord here stay friends for a long time. Can't help but worry, ya know?" Dark Shadow's tone lowered to that of a whisper, his host completely oblivious to the words uttered towards Izuku. "Deal's off, by the way. Can't tease Fumi here if he knows what's coming."