Mha oc

Sports festival part one

The crowd roared like a living thing, a tidal wave of cheers and excitement washing over the stadium as students gathered at the center of the arena. The annual U.A. Sports Festival was in full swing, and the energy in the air was almost palpable.

Class 1-A stood in a tight cluster near the front, their uniforms pristine, their nerves running high. Even the usual chaos of their group was muted by the gravity of the event. Well, almost.

"ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP!" Bakugou Katsuki stomped forward, his fiery gaze sweeping over the crowd like a challenge. He looked like a wolf ready to tear into a pack of sheep.

"I'M GONNA WIN THIS WHOLE DAMN THING!" he bellowed, pointing aggressively at no one in particular and everyone at once. The audience gasped, some impressed by his confidence, others rolling their eyes at the arrogance.

"Same energy as always," Kaminari muttered with a half-hearted chuckle.

"You think that's gonna scare us?" a student from General Studies shouted from the sidelines.

"Shut up!" Bakugou snapped, baring his teeth like a feral animal. "I don't care about your weak-ass opinions!"

The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. And that's when it happened.

(Back to first person. I just needed to set the scene)

I was late, obviously.

Walking down the hallway toward the field, I kept my pace slow. If I was already late, there wasn't any point in rushing. Besides, it's not like they'd start without me.

When I stepped out into the arena, I could feel the eyes on me immediately. The crowd murmured, classmates stared, and I swear someone from General Studies actually snorted. Didn't bother me, though. I wasn't here to make friends with people I didn't care about.

"Woods," Dad's voice came over the speakers, monotone as ever. "Thanks for gracing us with your presence. Finally."

I tilted my head in the direction of the commentary box, barely masking the smirk tugging at my lips. "You're welcome, Dad."

Class 1-A—my so-called peers—erupted into laughter. Kaminari was already grinning like a fool as I walked over to join them. "Cutting it close, huh?" he asked, nudging me with his elbow.

"Yup," I said, stuffing my hands into my pockets. My eyes wandered to the stands, looking for the nearest exit. Maybe if I planned this right, I could fake a bathroom emergency and disappear before the first event started.

Todoroki's voice cut into my thoughts, sharp and icy as usual. "You're supposed to take this seriously. You're embarrassing our class."

I turned my head slowly, just enough to make it clear I wasn't rushing for anyone. "Thanks for the life lesson, Dad #2."

Bakugou whipped around like a rabid dog, his explosions already crackling. "YOU WANNA TALK ABOUT EMBARRASSING? YOU JUST WALKED IN LATE! AND WHO EVEN SAYS 'DAD #2'?! FIGHT ME!"

I blinked at him, unimpressed. "Can't. Too much effort."

That was enough to send him into a full-blown meltdown. "YOU'RE FREAKING DEAD!"

"Save it for the festival," Iida snapped, stepping between us like some kind of robotic hall monitor. "This is not the time for infighting! We must demonstrate proper sportsmanship as representatives of U.A.!"

I hummed, letting my gaze drift to the sky as he kept ranting about professionalism or whatever.

"Alright, everyone!" Midnight's voice boomed over the noise, drawing everyone's attention to the stage. "Settle down! It's time to announce the first round of the U.A. Sports Festival!"

Finally. At least now I'd have something to focus on other than Bakugou screaming like a banshee.

"The first event," Midnight continued, her whip cutting dramatically through the air, "is an Obstacle Course Race!"

Great. Running. My absolute favorite.

I groaned, dragging my hand down my face. "Fantastic. Couldn't be something chill, like a nap contest?"

"You're such a drama queen," Jirou muttered, smirking at me.

"Call it what you want," I shot back. "I call it survival mode."

We shuffled toward the starting line, the air buzzing with anticipation. I stretched lazily, ignoring the judgmental looks from some of the other students. Todoroki, of course, couldn't resist taking another jab.

"Don't mess this up," he said, glancing at me like I was some kind of liability.

"Don't trip on your daddy issues," I fired back, earning a few muffled laughs from the others.

When the buzzer blared, everyone took off like they had something to prove. I, on the other hand, jogged forward at a comfortable pace. Let them burn themselves out early.

This wasn't about speed. It was about strategy. And if there's one thing I know how to do, it's play the long game.