To A Villain and Back

No one wants me to win

Hey guys so will Deku win the sports festival, I was pretty upset when he didn't in the actual anime. Let's get this tape rolling. (Is it funny that anytime I type "Let's" now it autocorrects to Let's get this tape rolling?)

Deku POV

I was going against Kacchan next. I couldn't believe it. That's when Mr. Aizawa came to walk me down to the arena. After we were away from the other students he turned to me and in a very serious voice said. "You know it is okay to lose this right? What happened in the second round, you were in so much pain, you risked your life. I don't want you to do that again. You hear me?" I nodded slowly.

"Umm... Mr. Aizawa, who are you hoping will win?" He looked down, oh no. "I want Bakugo to win, because I know for you to beat him, it will cost you greatly." Not even my own teacher wanted me to win this. No one had my back, no one wants me to win. I should just give up. That was until I remembered, the scar he gave me. The scar that told me to die, I wasn't going to give up, I worked to hard to get here. I will win even if it is the last thing I will ever do.

"Izuku Midoriya." I stepped on the sandy arena. "Katski Bakugou." Kacchan stepped onto the field, smirking. I was going to do something dangerous, because it is the only way I can win. There is so much that can go wrong with this strategy, but I have to go with it. 

"Go." Midnight shouted. I shot a wall of negativity at Kacchan. He sent out a massive explosion. My wall shattered, shards of negativity fell on the ground. A few of my scars ripped open, I could barely feel it though. I put a wall of negativity up, behind me. As he shot another explosion at me I fell to the ground, my jumpsuit ripped. I could see the entire bottom half of my leg. There were three scars that were forming. All of them going deep. I tried to catch my breath as another scar formed across my forehead. 

Kacchan took this to his advantage. He blasted me, I flew through the air. Hitting my own wall of negativity. It shattered under the full force of my body. "You really are useless." More scars ripped open. Tears were rolling down my face. I got up shifting my weight on one leg. There was smoke all around me. I raised up the negativity shards into the air, using a technique Uraraka tried earlier. I couldn't see Kacchan, so I made a few shadow clones. Blood was now running down my face, arms, and legs. 

I saw Kacchan come into sight he saw one of the shadow clones. He lunged at them. I let all the shards of negativity drop. I watched as one shot right through his heart. It wouldn't cause him any physical damage. He was confused, the negativity shard working. I ran up to him, blood trialing behind me.

I pushed him out of bounds. I then fell to the ground and put my first in the air smiling. "Izuku Midoriya is the winner of the Sports Festival." I got up. But there was something weird. No one was cheering, you may think I am a spoiled child for expecting people to cheer for me. But it wasn't that they weren't cheering,  it was that they were shouting insults at me. Saying I didn't deserve to win, and that the only reason I won was because of my quirk.

I looked up at the speaker box. Present Mike seemed confused, but Mr. Aizawa  looked down on me with pity. I walked off the field, frowning. I sat outside the arena with my head in my arms. I heard Mr. Aizawa approach me. "I really should've thrown the match shouldn't I?" He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm sorry Midoriya." He sat next to me. "You need to go to receive your medal though." I stood up. "Okay." I walked onto the arena. I stood on the top of podium. Smiling even though people were yelling at how I didn't deserve it. My smile was fake, I always said to myself I would never fake smile, for I wanted to always show my true emotions. 

What a childish thought. I stepped off the stage with everyone else. Everything felt like a blur. I came to the box were all my classmates were. "You don't deserve to win. Take that medal off." I heard. Along with other things. "Weak!" It was only then I noticed I was still bleeding, when I heard someone shout. "Gross." 

Mr. Aizawa then came to take us to the classroom, to have a class party. How could I celebrate? I walked to the class, blood still running down my arms. I kept my head down, I slipped the medal into my pocket. The medal I didn't deserve.

Author Chan

So how what did you guys think of the chapter? I hoped you liked it. I am having a major fight with one of my friends right now, but hopefully the friendship doesn't end. I guess it's time for me to roll out.