"Come Into My Office. Yes, The Restroom."

The Case of the Sports Festival Pt. 1

"Whoo-ey! Who could have predicted this outcome when the trial began?! Right now, the first person back in the stadium is that man... Midoriya Izuku! He's made a huge splash!"

This certainly isn't how Izuku planned for the first round to go.

Izuku leans back in his chair, allowing Shinsou to work with his somewhat-tamed hair, while he softly taps his finger to some random song playing through the only earbud in his ear, boredom and slight anxiety filling his mind. Their classmates' chatter made a low hum, many in their own groups or keeping to themselves. Only a small amount of the class were aiming to attempt winning this event so they could get into one of the heroic courses, which means more competition for Shinsou and, indirectly, Izuku.

"How is your hair so soft? You barely take care of it," Shinsou mumbles, almost finished with the bun.

Izuku smiles, checking the time on his phone, "No clue. My mom always had nice hair." He shrugs. "Maybe it's genetic?" He peers up at his standing friend. "Your hair looks soft and fluffy."

"While I'm not too big on taking care of it properly, I probably still do more than you do."

"I'm not going to deny that."

Shinsou finishes the hairstyle, "Done. Hopefully, that'll hold until the first round is over, at least."

"Yeah," Izuku hums. "Thanks."

"Mom has me do her's whenever her hands are full. Use to it." Shinsou supplies, dismissing Izuku's thanks.

The two continue to swap subjects to talk about until the intercom comes on, cuing them to get ready to walk out into the stadium. Izuku quickly heads over to his locker, where he stuck his school uniform into, and opens, placing his phone with his wallet and keys. He turns and moves back to stand beside Shinsou, taking a deep breath to keep the butterflies in the stomach from unwillingly stirring.

"HEY!" Present Mic yells, hyping up the crowds of people attending. "PAY ATTENTION, AUDIENCE! SWARM, MASS MEDIA!" Izuku scrunches his nose at the mention of the parasites. "This year's high school rodeo of adolescence that you all love, the U.A. Sports Festival, is about to begin! Everybody, ARE YOU READY?!" Even from inside of the changing room, Izuku could hear the loud sounds of the audience cheering in excitement. "It's time for the students to enter the first-year stage!"

Izuku sighs, "Ready?"

"Nope," Shinsou replies, rolling his shoulders back.

"Glad I'm not the only one."

The whole of Class 1-C walk through the dark tunnel leading out to field, the cheering and explosions of fireworks getting louder and louder, just a bit off of deafening. Izuku squints at the sudden burst of light, grimacing, but looks around at the other students (and if his gaze stuck on a certain class for longer than the rest, no one would know) and the sea of people seated all around. He almost wants to cover his ears with his hands.

"The U.A. Sports Festival! The huge battle where fledgling heroes sharpen their swords once a year!" Izuku frowns, glaring. "Anyway, these are the guys, right? The miraculous new stars who overcame enemy attacks with their hearts of steel! Hero course, Class 1-A, RIGHT?!"

The crowds erupt in noise, and Izuku flinches back, feeling an oncoming headache. He rubs his temples. "Do they have to be that loud?"'

Present Mic continues to introduce the next class, "They haven't been getting as much airtime, but this class is also full of talent! Hero course, Class 1-B!" He rushes through the rest. "Next up, general studies, Classes C, D, and E! Support course, Classes F, G, and H are here too! And business course, Classes I, J, and K! All of U.A.'s first years are here now!"