𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙐𝙨

(9) Forfeiture

"Begin!"

With the idea that his quirk uses the force of speed, I gathered wind in my hands, whirling it around and threw at the time when I noticed his take off toward me. He pushed against the force of it, remaining still in the motion he was stuck in.

Seeing everyone's abilities, the sheer strength and courage everyone had presented during this amount of time had struck a chord in me that reminded me why I had chosen to become a hero.

Their willingness and determination was like I had never seen or experienced before in the few years I had gone to a hero/public school.

With my slight distraction, Iida attempted to grab my arm, hoping he'd win by dragging me off the stage. He reached out for my wrist, his face full determination and the eyes as if he had just won.

It was a shame to put his pride to an end.

I turned, taking hold of his hand that was meant to grab me. I twisted it, restraining it to his back where I kept a tight hold. My foot kicked behind his knee, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Monster!"

Everyone paused, including us, drawing their attention to where the scream had come from. I was only seconds away from bounding Iida's hands to the ground allowing me to win.

Looking up, it was the Class 1-B student, his arm wrapped in white and his hysterical pointing directed at me. "Her! She used a poison, something to where I couldn't feel my arm! She's more a villain than I thought!"

My heart dropped to my stomach, the feeling to vomit coming over me in seconds.

My thoughts slipped, forgetting that I had needed to go to him after the Calvary battle and went to eat instead. The lack of responsibility in me was screaming at me, on the brink of panic.

Someone else stood up, "Isn't she the daughter of that one villain, Ryu?"

"How could UA let such a thing be let into their school? Not only one but two of them!" That statement was followed by a few more yelled and hums of agreement. I just knew my brother was somewhere in the crowd, losing his shit.

What was I supposed to do?

This was a mistake, a fatal reminder that I'd forgotten in the joy of being in the event. I let myself become distracted, too comfortable with the fact that everything was going well, in my favor. It came as no surprise that this would occur though, I thought life would allow me a few more seconds of fun.

Present Mic's microphone squeaked signaling he'd turned it back on. "Now, let's take a step back! Yuma is an excellent student. Right, Eraserhead?" He turned to his side, awaiting his counter partner to respond.

But the audience wouldn't give him a chance.

"Villain!"

"Villain!"

"Villain!"

People often spoke without second thought to their actions. People are selfish, beings that only strived to earn the best for themselves and if a person had benefit to them, friendships would form.

That's what this group in the audience was: a group of people who only sought others for the benefit of their own.

That didn't mean their words didn't hurt. That didn't mean that my brother and I had no feeling toward them even if they were continuous, heard everywhere we'd gone.

It was stupid of me to try, to think that things would be better here. People wouldn't give a piece of their heart to understand.

"Hey!" A new voice yelled much louder than the previous hollers.