The Warped Hero - A MHA Fanfic

Wake Up, Get Up, Get Out There (Part 1)

"Hey-o! Make some noise, all you rabid sports fans!" Present Mic's voice thundered through the stadium as the crowd roared. Hopefully none of the first years were as shy at Amajiki.

"Get those cameras prepped, media hordes! This year we're bringing you some of the hottest performances in UA's festival history, guaranteed! I've only got one question before we start this show. Are. You. READY!?!"

Kija had to admit, she missed the overzealousness Present Mic brought from her first-year sports festival. The other announcers were nice, but no one got a crowd hyped up like Present Mic.

"Let me hear ya scream as our students make their way to the main stage!"

The crowd's roars were deafening as Kija sat in the student seating section. She'd figured she'd wait up in 1-A's viewing area during the events. With any luck she'd get to see through the second round, possible a bit of the tournament.

Kija shielded her eyes from the sun and puffing fireworks going off above the stadium. The students were made their way onto the field toward where Midnight was stationed. She always volunteered to be the first-years referee.

She was...entertaining, to say the least.

Midnight cracked her whip, "Now, for the introductory speech." She flaunted her hair and Kija rolled her eyes as the crowd practically turned pink from all the blushing at the R-Rated Hero's costume, "Silence everyone! And for the student pledge, we have Katsuki Bakugo!"

Whatever possessed Aizawa to clear Bakugo for this speech Kija had no idea. It was still so weird the best on the hero entrance exam got to be student rep.

Kija just hoped Bakugo had learned some humility from losing to her so much.

Bakugo climbed to the top of the podium, slouching with his hands in his pockets. The ash blond looked up at the crowd, and with an uncharacteristically monotone voice he spoke into the microphone.

"I just wanna say...I'm gonna win."

...

"Hm...yeah he's dead," Kija murmured.

Sorry Bakugo, can't say something like that and expect people to like you, or tolerate you. Especially when you say it in the most dumbass way possible.

Boos erupted from the first years, Iida making chopping motions at Bakugo, dismayed along with the other 1-A kids. Sadly, this stunt of Bakugo's would only put a much bigger target on 1-A's back. And if Bakugo didn't come through on his promise, then it'd look even worse.

But he did have a chance, just as much as anyone else.

Bakugo stalked back to the group, and surprisingly didn't get mauled by his peers. Either by his own classmates or the other classes because the feeling was probably mutual.

Still, Midnight knew how to transition, "Without further ado, it'd time for us to get started! This is where you begin feeling the pain! The first fateful game of the festival!"

She cracked her whip, there was a more specific word for the kind of whip she had but Kija wasn't going to google that. The screen rolled as the crowd waited in suspense, "What could it be?" Midnight teased.

It landed on the event, Obstacle Race, "Ta-da!" Midnight sung.

"All 11 classes will participate in this treacherous contest! The track is four kilometers around the outside of the stadium," Midnight cracked her whip again and from where Kija sat, she could see the gleefulness in the woman's eye, "I don't wanna restrain anyone, at least in this game. As long as you don't leave the course, you're free to do whatever your heart desires!"