The Phoenix {A BNHA Fan Story}

Chapter Eleven: Sports Festival Start

"Wooaaahh...what the heck?!"

Uraraka's confusion and surprise were spread to the entire class as they all noticed the crowd located just on the other side of the class door. They were chattering as they saw class 1-A, but it was honestly more like gossiping with how they acted.

/Great. Now I have to stay in here longer than I expected.."/ Soraka sighed, she should be fine as long as she didn't try to go through it.

"They're crowding the exit." /No shit Mineta./ "What are they here for?"

"They're scoping out the competition, retard." Right on time, Bakugou waltzed right up as annoyed as ever, and faced the crowd. "They wanna see the gang who came through a villain ambush. They're checking us out before the big battle, asshole."

"If anyone's an asshole I think it's you Bakuhoe." She mumbled, earning a restrained giggle from Mina who was waiting next to her.

"It's pointless to try, so why don't you just fuck off, ya goddamn mob."

Even if they were here to scout the competition, he didn't need to be such an ass, and they didn't need to block them in either. Soraka approached the doorway, just behind Bakugou. "Can you guys move? Some of us do have places to be."

"I came to see what you kids are made of, true, but I didn't think you'd be this arrogant." A student with fluffy purple hair came to the front of the crowd, seemingly not concerned with Bakugou's attitude. "Are all the kids enrolled at the Department of Heroics this way?" Bakugou glared at the student with a growl, but he continued. "There's lots of kids who wind up in the General Education Department or other Departments because they failed the heroics one. Did you know that?" His arm slid down from behind his neck. She now noticed the bags under his eyes, was that because of his quirk? If not, then what the hell was he doing at night?

"And based on the results of the sports festival people can be even come under review to be transferred to heroics. And the reverse is also a possible outcome." His tone became slightly threatening, to the point where even she became concerned. If that was true then any one of them could be switched. She couldn't help the worried glance she shot Midoriya, he was the most at risk in the class.

"Scoping out the competition? If nothing else, a general ed kid like me is thinking, 'hey, why don't I try pulling the rug out from under those heroics lids while they're on their high horses?'" He glared right back at Bakugou. "Consider this a declaration of war." He turned and disappeared back into the crowd. Just when she thought they were all going to finally leave, a new face forced its way through.

"Hey! You! I'm from class B!" The silver haired male was yelling directly at Bakugou even if his words were to be aimed at all of them. "I heard you knocked around with villains or whatever so I came to hear it direct! But I don't wanna hear from some snot-nosed punk! Don't embarrass us during the event, you hear me?!" He angrily stormed off as well.

Soraka wasn't as mad as she probably should've been at Bakugou. She was just ready to be done with the day. The sports festival, like she had suspected, was still going to occur. Mr. Aizawa had explained the situation to them during their last class, and that it would actually be better to still do it, saying that "It'll show any villains that we have everything under control and that the attack hasn't changed anything." Or something like that.

Bakugou went to exit but Kirishima stopped him. "Wait a second, man, what did you just do?! Now we're gonna haters all up in our grill!"

"It doesn't matter." He was so calm about the whole situation that she honestly envied it for a moment. "None of that matters once you're at the top." Everyone had something to grumble at that before Bakugou shoved through the crowd. After that, it quickly dispersed and she was able to finally leave and head home.