❛ 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎 | s. ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ

❙ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝗼𝐧𝐬 𝗼𝐟 𝐖𝐚𝐫 ❙

Days and hours of training hardcore for U.A's famous Sports Festival was far from over. Every single student, minus the business students, were preparing themselves everyday for the festival.

"What's going on?" Arisa questioned once she noticed half of her classmates standing by the doorway.

"There's people blocking the door." She got as an answer from Sato.

"Um, why the heck are you all here?" Ururaka stammered, her eyes glancing between every person blocking the door.

"Do you students have some sort of business with our class?" Iida questioned them.

"They're scouting out the competition, idiots." said Bakugo as he walked up to the door. "We're the class that survived a real villain attack."

"Let's just hope he doesn't explode anybody." Midoriya whispered nervously to Arisa.

"Knowing him and his ego, it's a most definite." Arisa said with a grimace.

"At least now you know what a future Pro looks like. Now move it, extras."

"You can't walk around calling people extras just because you don't know who they are!" Iida scolded the explosive ash blond.

"So this is Class 1-A. I heard you guys were impressive."

Arisa looked up from her phone at hearing a new voice, and it just so happened she had to accidentally make eye contact with a purple haired dude that looks like he doesn't sleep.

"But you just sound like an ass." He said, his eyes now focused on Bakugo.

"Pfft, he's not wrong." Arisa laughed along with Kaminari.

"I don't think now is the time..." Kirishima said.

"You're right, my bad."

"Is everyone in the hero course delusional, ir is that just you?"

"And at that moment, Class 1-A knew insomniac purple dude fucked up." Ashido narrated once they all noticed the angry eyes of Bakugo.

"How sad to come here and meet a bunch of ego maniacs." He added on, now scratching the back of his head. "I wanted to be in the hero course, but like many others here I was forced to choose a different track. Such is life. I didn't cut it the first time around but I have another chance. If any of us do well in the Sports Festival, the teachers can decided to transfer us to the Hero Course. And they'll have to transfer people out to make room."

Gasps filled the small classroom, making Shinso smirk slightly.

"Scouting the competition?" Shinso added, his eyes wandering over to every student of Class 1-A. "Maybe my peers are, but I'm here to let you know that if you don't bring your very best I'll steal your spot right from under you. Consider this a declaration of war."

Arisa sighed and easily escaped the room using her Quirk.

'Sheesh, looks like everyone hates our guts now.'

"Hey, lazy-ass! Wake up! You got some ass kicking to do today!"

  Arisa woke up to the shouts coming from her father.

   "Yeah, yeah. I'm up." She replied groggily as she stretched her limbs and climbed out of bed.

   "Remember, if you don't make it to at least the top five, I'm disowning you." Jaxon told his daughter once they rounded up near U.A's gates.

   "Whatever you say, big guy."

  Making her way to the room where Class 1-A was suppose to meet up in, Arisa stopped in her tracks once she noticed the same purple-haired guy from last time.