In a world where 80% of the population has superpowers known as Quirks, Izuku Midoriya is born without any. Despite this, his dream of becoming the greatest hero like his idol, All Might, never wavers. One fateful day, Izuku encounters a life-changi...
As they walked through the vast halls of U.A., Izuku carried Eri securely in his arms, making sure she felt safe. Though her eyes still held that familiar hesitance, there was also a spark of curiosity as she took in her surroundings.
The school was alive with movement—students hustling back and forth, carrying decorations, setting up stages, and adjusting lighting fixtures. The air was thick with anticipation, the upcoming School Festival bringing an energy unlike any other.
Izuku: This is the main building, "he explained, his voice calm as he pointed toward the towering structure ahead". It's where most of the classrooms are. Over there, "he gestured towards a courtyard where students were sketching out floor plans and practicing skits", is where a lot of the festival's preparations are happening.
Eri clung to his shoulder, her gaze darting from group to group.
Eri: They're... working hard, "she murmured softly".
Izuku nodded.
Izuku: Yeah. The festival is a big deal to everyone here. They want to put on the best performance they can, not just for fun but also for the people who'll be watching.
Passing through one of the corridors, they reached a large open space where students were setting up booths and decorations. Some were painting massive banners, others were assembling props, and a few were running through choreography for performances. Several students recognized Izuku and gave polite nods, though some were more in awe of seeing Eri, the little girl in his arms.
As they turned a corner, they nearly bumped into three familiar figures struggling to carry an enormous dragon model. Tetsutetsu, Monoma, and Awase from Class 1-B were carefully maneuvering the large prop down the hall, their faces straining under its weight.
Awase: Careful, careful! If this thing breaks, Kendo's gonna kill us! "He grunted, his Quirk Weld ready in case they needed quick fixes".
Tetsutetsu, with his usual boundless enthusiasm, laughed.
Tetsutetsu: No way! We're Class 1-B! We can handle anything!
Neito, on the other hand, smirked as soon as he noticed Izuku and Eri. Straightening up, he dramatically flipped his hair and let out a scoff.
Neito: Well, well, well. If it isn't Class 1-A's so-called strongest man, walking around like he owns the place. "His voice dripped with exaggerated arrogance as he gestured at their surroundings". Let me guess, giving a grand tour to show off how 'amazing' your little concert is?
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Izuku narrowed his eyes slightly but remained silent, unwilling to engage in Monoma's usual antics. Undeterred, Neito continued, crossing his arms smugly.
Neito: Hah! You should know that Class 1-B's play is going to be the true highlight of the festival. A masterful blend of drama, action, and emotional depth! Unlike your concert, which is probably just a bunch of noise and flashing lights.
