Warped

Camp

     Thanks to Sakura's guidance and help, all of Class 1-A was able to produce adequate results on the written portions of the test. If anything, it was weird to see how Kaminari's score was still higher than everyone else's that took Sakura's after-school lessons seriously. Most people couldn't fathom the braindead boy could manage such high scores, even with the pinkette's help.

     To much of the class's surprise, well not Sakura's, they weren't facing the robots that they originally thought they were. Instead, they were against their teachers and had a handicap since their powers were limited. 

     It was obvious from the start that Hitoshi and Sakura would be paired together because of how well they worked together. Well, also because they hadn't worked with the other kids in th new class that much but it was a work in progress.

     As the good girlfriend that she was, Sakura also provided Kaminari a piece of advice: 'go wild.' Against the Principal, they wouldn't win with any precautions, so it would be best to be unpredictable and take moves one normally wouldn't take.

     Sakura did root for him, she really did, but inside she knew that the odds were stacked against him. The chances of him winning with a pairing other than him and Sakura was at 0.1%. It wasn't favorable in the slightest.

      In the end, he lost, though he tried his best to work around the wreckingball that the Principal wielding while drinking some dark roast coffee. That didn't matter because Sakura had snuck some strawberry shortcake on her to make him feel better afterwards. It worked like a charm, especially when he found out she made it herself.

     On the other hand, Sakura and Hitoshi won with no problems. Actually, they managed to get the fastest time out of everyone there as they only took five minutes. The plan was quick, efficient, and laid out effectively, just like an assassination.

     Now it was time for the Training Camps, something that Sakura was anxious and dreading. She had seen herself go down during that camp and die. She had seen the blue flames that had surrounded her like a cage, slowly constricting around her. She had seen Hitoshi's tear-stained face that practically begged for her to stay alive.

     Sakura couldn't... she couldn't go through that willingly.

     She was going to fight tooth and nail so she could survive. Willingly accepting her incoming death? That was so last lifetime.

     Sakura could confess that she had genuine relationships now, although she didn't know what to consider from her world before.

     Once she changed things, all her worries would end there because it could prove that she could fight. It would prove that she could go against Fate.

     The bus ride there was a loud one as kids chattered as they filed on with Iida using unnecessary hand movements to make everyone go in orderly.

     She had thought about contacting Ingenium, hoping that she could call in a favor and use him to help prevent her death. However, she couldn't just make him go back into a battlefield where he could possibly die. It would be too cruel for the Iida family.

      Still, she had Sterling on her side, Hitoshi, and Principal Nezu on her side. That would hopefully be enough. After all, she did tell Nezu of the events that were going to go down after she calmed down. The information wasn't going to be spread around until the day of the attack. Of course, the people told would have to be the ones least likely to be a traitor, disregarding the staff of course.

     "Sit next to me?" Kaminari glimmered hopefully.

     "Mmn, of course, " Sakura smiled back gently and took a seat that didn't have anyone beside it. He then took a seat respectively next to her.

      Hitoshi, who watched the whole exchange, scoffed and rolled his eyes at the two, finding an empty seat behind theirs. 

     Kaminari and Sakura chatted back and forth on the ride there, but a couple of times, Sakura oddly didn't answer as quick as she would. It seemed that her mind was drifting elsewhere during their conversations.

     "Are you okay?" he asked worriedly, eyebrows creasing as he grabbed her hand.

     "I'm fine, " she lied, waving it off with a grin, "I was just thinking about curry rice. Where did you get it from anyways? It was really good."

     "W-well, " he stuttered embarressedly, while scratching his cheek, "I made it."

      "I though that you said you bought take-out from a restaurant."

      "You see, " he started, "My grandpa was the one that told me the recipe and since he owns a restaurant... You could say that it is take-out."

      "Next time I'll help you, " she offered, "I'm sure it'll be more fun that way."

     "Y-yeah."

     Behind them, she could hear Hitoshi cough, "Get a room."

     "You try to get one now then, " she retorted quickly, "Oh wait... we're on a bus!"

     At this, the bus quieted down because it wasn't every day that someone would hear Sakura raise her voice... except when it came to Bakugo. Everyone knew that he was a special case anyways so it didn't exactly count.

     Huffing out a sigh, she turned to look out the window, hoping that all the attention that was on her was slowly going away. Combing through her hair, her irritation couldn't help but soar.

     "Y-you okay, Sakura-san?" Izuku spoke up timidly, seeing that something was bothering her, "You look rather pale."

     Other people nodded and murmured in agreement, eyes looking right at her. God, she hated how people were always programmed to look at her like she was weak and fragile. She had acting like she was weak and fragile.

     She laughed to cover it up, but it ended up sounding hallow, although no one commented on it. "I'm alright. I just didn't get enough sleep last night cause I was so excited for the camp! When I don't get enough sleep, I get pretty snapish, so I'm sorry about that."

     The students then rattled off how annoyed they were when they didn't get enough sleep or when their parents woke them up early.

     Only Hitoshi knew that she was lying. After all, she stayed up days on end without a wink of  sleep before and acted normal.

      It only meant that something was coming and it was serious.