Mha oc

Sports festival-part eight

I leaned back in my seat, ignoring the dull sting from the burn on my neck. The burn on my neck stung a little, a souvenir from my fight with Bakugou, but I ignored it. It wasn't the worst injury I'd ever had, and to be honest, it kind of felt like a badge of honor. Not that I'd admit it to him.

The final match was about to start, and the energy in the stadium was electric. Everyone was on edge, waiting to see what would happen. Shoto stood on one side of the arena, calm and collected as ever, while Bakugou paced like a caged animal, explosions crackling in his palms.

The buzzer sounded, and Shoto wasted no time. His Heaven-Piercing Ice Wall shot forward, massive and deadly. The crowd gasped as the ice surged across the field, but Bakugou didn't flinch.

"Hell yeah," I muttered under my breath.

With a roar, Bakugou blasted the ice apart, sending shards flying everywhere. He didn't stop there, either. He kept blowing through, carving a path straight toward Shoto like a damn bulldozer.

"Get him, Boom Boy," I said, smirking.

Nobody heard me over the roar of the explosions, but it didn't matter. I wasn't about to yell like the rest of the crowd. Rooting for Bakugou wasn't something I'd ever admit—not even under torture.

Shoto tried to close the gap, rushing at Bakugou with surprising speed. But Bakugou wasn't having it. He evaded with a burst of his quirk, grabbing Shoto's left side and tossing him like a ragdoll.

"Holy shit," I muttered, sitting up a little straighter.

Shoto recovered in seconds, using his ice to surf back into the arena before he could fall out of bounds. The precision of it was impressive, but Bakugou wasn't about to let him off easy. He launched himself into the air, raining down explosions.

It was a good fight. Both of them were pushing hard, but I could see it. Shoto was holding back.

Bakugou noticed too, of course. He wasn't the type to let something like that slide.

"Stop holding back, you icy bastard!" he yelled, his voice echoing across the stadium. "If you're not gonna fight for real, then why the hell are you even here?!"

I tilted my head, watching as Shoto hesitated. His flames flickered for a moment, but they didn't fully ignite. His expression was conflicted, like he was fighting something much bigger than Bakugou.

"C'mon, Frosty," I muttered. "You're not gonna win by sulking."

That's when Deku's voice cut through the noise, shouting something about giving it his all. Typical Deku. But it worked.

Shoto's flames roared to life, and the heat from them reached even the stands. The crowd erupted, cheering as the fight hit a new level.

"Finally," I muttered, shaking my head. "Took him long enough."

Bakugou didn't back down. If anything, he looked even more fired up. He blasted into the air, spinning with enough force to create a wind vortex around him. His Howitzer Impact.

Shoto raised his flames, ready to meet Bakugou's attack head-on. But then...he stopped. The fire fizzled out, and his ice surged forward instead, a last-second defense that wasn't nearly enough.

Bakugou's attack landed with a deafening boom, shaking the entire stadium. When the dust cleared, Shoto was lying on top of a shattered sheet of ice, unconscious.

The crowd fell silent, and I leaned back in my seat, exhaling slowly.

"Well, shit," I said quietly. "That's one way to end it."

Bakugou landed, looking anything but satisfied. He stomped over to Shoto, grabbing his shirt and shaking him. "Get up, you bastard! Fight me for real!"

I couldn't help but snort. Of course, he wasn't happy. Winning didn't mean much to him if it wasn't a real victory.

Midnight stepped in, using her quirk to knock him out before he could cause any more trouble. The crowd erupted into cheers and applause as Present Mic declared Bakugou the winner.

I stayed in my seat, watching as the medics carried Shoto off the field. Bakugou was out cold, sprawled on the ground with a scowl still etched into his face.

"Good fight," I muttered under my breath.

The burn on my neck throbbed again, but I ignored it, leaning back in my chair. I wasn't about to join the crowd in celebrating, but a small part of me was satisfied.

Bakugou had earned that win. Whether he'd admit it or not, he deserved it.