Mha oc

Sports festival-part five

I slouched back against the bleachers, one leg draped over the other, absently fiddling with my phone while Bakugou and Ochaco squared off in the ring. I had no doubt how this fight was going to end—Bakugou was relentless, and while Ochaco had guts and some decent strategy, she was outmatched in raw power.

Still, it was hard not to respect her for stepping up to face him. Most people would've folded just from the sheer force of his glare.

Bakugou wasted no time, throwing explosions at her like it was a damn fireworks show. But to her credit, Ochaco kept moving, dodging with everything she had and trying to get close enough to touch him.

"She's got guts," I muttered under my breath, leaning forward slightly.

The crowd, however, wasn't nearly as impressed. As the fight dragged on and Bakugou continued to hammer her with explosions, the jeering started.

"Stop toying with her!"

"Just finish it already!"

"Pick on someone your own size!"

I tensed, clenching my jaw. Bakugou wasn't toying with her—he was treating her like an actual opponent. Something these brainless idiots clearly didn't understand.

The boos got louder, and I could see the way Ochaco's shoulders stiffened under the weight of it all. But Bakugou? He didn't flinch. If anything, he seemed to feed off the negativity, his explosions growing bigger and louder.

Finally, a familiar voice came over the intercom.

"All of you need to shut up," Aizawa's voice drawled, calm but sharp. "Bakugou isn't toying with her. He's treating her like the real opponent she is. That's called respect."

Some of the crowd quieted down, but not enough for my liking. The booing continued, and my patience snapped.

"That's it," I muttered, sitting up straighter.

Before anyone could stop me, I activated my quirk, expanding my barrier just enough to amplify my voice without disturbing the fight below. I stood, pointing a finger toward the section of the crowd still booing.

"HEY!" I shouted, my voice booming across the stadium. Every head turned, and the arena fell into an uneasy silence.

"If you don't shut the fuck up right now, I swear I'll walk my tired ass over there and beat it out of you myself!" I growled, my voice laced with venom. "Bakugou's not playing around, you morons. He's giving her the respect she fucking deserves. Maybe try watching the fight instead of running your mouths!"

There was a stunned pause. Even the teachers in the stands looked caught off guard. I could feel Aizawa's eyes boring into the back of my head, but I didn't care. The booing stopped completely, replaced by an awkward, scattered applause.

I dropped the barrier, plopping back down into my seat and crossing my arms. Bakugou's next explosion slammed Ochaco into the edge of the ring, but she scrambled back up, determination burning in her eyes.

"Atta girl," I muttered, smirking slightly.

The match ended a few minutes later with Ochaco collapsing, unable to continue. Bakugou stood there, panting and glaring at the crowd as if daring them to boo again.

When the announcer called his victory, I stood up, cupping my hands around my mouth.

"GOOD SHIT, BAKUGOU!" I yelled. "NOW GO CELEBRATE BY SCARING SOME SMALL CHILDREN!"

Bakugou shot me a glare, but there was the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. Victory looked good on him, not that I'd ever say that out loud.