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The day had quickly appeared, the teacher still waiting for any signal from the ghostly student. Aizawa had slowly been preparing himself, but nothing could have truly prepared himself for what happened once he entered the classroom.
Mina and Kaminari had quickly gotten into a screaming battle, no level that could match up to Bakugo yelling at them to shut up, though. The class was lively and full of excitement as today marks the sports festival.
The past week had been chaos for the teacher, no one wanting to be quiet while he struggled with his own battles, mainly waiting for a signal from Izuku.
As the eager group made it's way to the arena, Aizawa walked to the announcing booth, where he met up with the one and only loud mouthed teacher. The blonde looked sadly to the extremely sleep deprived teacher.
"No response yet?" he asks,
"Not yet, I've been checking every moment I can though." The goth-looking man replies, placing down the spirit box. 'It's been one week.' Aizawa thought to himself. He had made a quick connection with the teen, and felt deprived of the bond almost as if it mirrored his sleep.
The class quickly got in position with their first race, Bakugo and Todoroki bounding ahead with the use of their quirks. Mic narrated the whole situation as if he was racing neck and neck along side them, watching each and every movement connect. The whole arena lit up with excitement as the pair of 1-A students claimed first and second.
The group couldn't believe the entire first event was over so fast, it felt like a flash.
"H--" static cleared its way through the radio. Aizawa and Mic jumped to their feet at the hint of sound. Curling their bodies over the radio like object.
"S--d h-lp" Aizawa quickly grabbed the microphone type object as Hizashi gave a look of 'told you you'd need it!', he quickly talked into it,
"Midoriya, is that you? What was the message?" The lame attempt to hide the panic in his voice had failed.
"SEND HELP." Izuku screamed through the void of nothingness. Aizawa looked to the man to his left, not giving it a second thought as he dashed out of the building. Mic was left in a state of shock and amazement of the will that resides in his partner. But no rest, as the second event was starting for him.
Aizawa quickly made his way to the street corner, where the wind of Izuku quickly lead him away. Dashing through corners and back streets, Aizawa made his way to the bloody scene. Pro-Hero Ingenium laying dormant on the ground, the mysterious vigilante towering over him. The teacher quickly leapt into action, activating his quirk and capturing the vigilante in his gear before calling for the police. However, it seems that was unneeded. The wind came back with a cold chill and multiple police officers.
The police quickly relieved Aizawa from his task of holding the vigilante. Aizawa turned to the direction the wind had come from,
"We need to have a talk." he says sternly, like a father mad at their child. Disregarding his anger, he felt sudden relief knowing the boy was okay. However okay, wasn't necessarily the word Izuku would use in this situation.
Back at the arena, Aizawa had successfully met back up with Hizashi. The second event had just ended, but something was lurking deep beneath their seats. The number two hero had just approached his son.
"Don't be disgraceful, Shouto! You must use your left side! You are my perfect creation!" the young multi-quirked boy stood their silently, thinking to himself about how much he envied his classmate for being invisible. He glanced at the passing Bakugo with just the side of his eyes.
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The hallway leading to the next event was long. But not as long as to let me avoid an awkward conversation between the most patriotic japan flag haircut and the flaming pile of garbage. I walk past, planning to treat it just like any other interaction, ignoring they exist. Planning being the keyword. Something just pissed me off, more than when that damn nerd hangs out with me. I look at Todoroki, he seems... upset.
"Hey." I call out. "We need to go to our next event." I forcibly grab him by the shoulder, ignoring anything the hero says. Dragging Todoroki down the hallway. We don't speak a singular word to each other. Did I interrupt something I shouldn't have? Oh well, who cares. He seemed like a bitch anyways.
"Thanks." he says shyly. I give a quick nod. Guess it was okay. I unhook my hand from his shoulder. "You do realize though, we aren't supposed to go straight to the arena?"
"Shit."
A/n, sorry, with school ending and sports life got a little crazy and I was getting pretty stressed out. Also, just a quick note, in chapter thirteen, I referred to thirteen with she/her pronouns, which I found after a quick google search. I've been informed that Thirteen uses they/them pronouns, so I will be fixing that immediately. I am extremely sorry for this and feel quite embarrassed about the whole thing, thanks for reading. (Now that school finished this week, I will try to get my upload schedule back to normal. Thanks.) -Miss Fall
P.s. sorry for the short chapter, I needed to break this next part into two chapters.
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