Silver Skies // BNHA OC

I Fear That the Sports Festival Has Started

Over the following weeks, the class trained as hard as they could, some even joining up to work together. Mikutori worked out a lot, lifting weights and doing workouts in the school gym. Mikutori even gathered a small crowd as she threw darts and knives at a target in the corner, each meeting their mark in the center of the colored, concentric circles. A few of her classmates awed at her aim, before they realized that that was what she did with her feathers, a few gulping before backing away when she glared at them for staring.

She worked out, threw knives, and read books on strategy, and even when she was done with that, she practiced her fighting skills, along with increasing her time on the piano, wanting to improve her finger dexterity in a different way than solely throwing knives and feathers. She pushed and pushed, each night she ended with a hot bath and more reading, wanting to be the best she could. 

She even made sure to work on her agility, jumping and hopping around the school's obstacle course, making quick work of the various obstacles, hopping around and over them like some sort of monkey on steroids.

After the two weeks of training, the sports festival was finally upon them, and Mikutori's mother wished her luck before she headed off, allowing herself to relax while walking to school. When she arrived, there were fireworks going off, Mikutori watching them with mild interest.

She made her way outside of the competition arena, quickly locating her class's waiting room. As she entered, a few students were already there, dressed in their track-suit uniforms. She, like a few others, had hoped to wear her hero costume, but as Ojiro pointed out when Ashido complained, it was only fair that all of the students dressed the same, the non-hero courses not having costumes for themselves.

As the students filtered in, Mikutori was found sitting on top of the tall lockers, gazing around the room from the high vantage point. All of a sudden, Todoroki called out to Midoriya, and randomly made a declaration of war onto him. Mikutori's eyes widened, before narrowing at the half-and-half boy, it wasn't like him very much to threaten others like that. He usually stayed quiet like she did.

Something was up, and, while she wanted to figure it out, there were plenty of other things to worry about than some grudge Todoroki seemed to have on the green-haired boy.

Kirishima came up to the boys, resting a hand on Todoroki's shoulder, but the heterochromatic boy was quick to shove him off.

"We're not here to be each other's friends, don't forget this is not a team effort," Todoroki said before going to leave the room. Kirishima looked up at Mikutori, who only glared back at him. Todoroki was not her responsibility, and she definitely wasn't his friend. There was no reason Kirishima should be looking at her for an explanation.

Midoriya responded to his retreating form, agreeing that he was weaker than the ice-and-flame boy. The boys finished their talk with hard looks, and Mikutori scoffed loudly, looking away from the hormone-raging teenagers.

She didn't understand petty competition, and didn't truly care about being the very best. She just wanted to prove that she wasn't evil, that she could be a hero and help people.

Soon, all of the first years had to report to the field, Present Mic introducing the classes. A few of Mikutori's classmates talked about the large crowd, but Mikutori was just glad the arena had an open ceiling, not wanting to be stuck under a roof with a raging crowd in case something went wrong. They gathered near a stage, the 18+ pro-hero, Midnight, waiting for them, standing at the microphone much too sexily for a high school sports event that was being broadcasted across the world.

Mikutori was standing near her classmates, Todoroki to her left. He didn't look at her, so she didn't look back.

"Silence everyone!" Midnight started. "And for the student pledge, we have, Katsuki Bakugo!"