Chapter 14: UA Sports Festival - Part 1

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The morning of the UA Sports Festival is finally here. I find myself shaking all the way to school. Of course Ochaco texted saying she would be late. Opening the door to the class, I'm surprised to find I'm not alone. Todoroki sits at his desk, staring at his left hand with a mild expression of disgust on his face.

Is that his fire side? It looks to be the same expression he had when his father's arm was around him. Does he really hate his father so much that he has grown to detest his left half? Is that why in his hero costume design, that whole side is covered in ice?

I push the door open further and he looks up at me with a blank expression. If I hadn't already been there, I wouldn't have guessed anything in particular was on his mind, but of course I know better.

He's good at hiding things... Just like me...

I walk to my seat and sit, mulling over my own thoughts. None of us know what these tasks will be. I don't know how useful my quirk will be. I can't even use Echolocation because I need walls around me right now. I'm not used to that power yet. Plus it still uses too much of my energy. Even with all my extra endurance training. I'm getting better, but I don't want to risk it. But I can do many more things. I don't need to use it. Not necessarily. I can illuse to run faster. I can illuse to fight. I can illuse to capture enemies. I can do so many things without using my special move.

"I'm sorry," I jump at the sound of Todoroki's voice next to me. I look back questioningly, but he isn't looking at me. After a few moments, his eyes meet mine and he registers my confusion. "I'm sorry if I made the room too cold. It happens sometimes."

I didn't even notice the temperature change. It occurs to me just now that I'm shaking.

I shake my head and pull off the cap to my marker, writing on the whiteboard, "no no no, I'm just stressing out. It doesn't bother me anyway."

I turn the board around and he regards it for a moment. I see his eyes soften in the mildest amusement before he turns away.

Well that's rude, I think. How could he not be stressed? And to find amusement in my stress?!? That's really low of him.

"Frozen?" His voice is low and I look over in confusion once more. The corner of his mouth lifts in a small smile. From under his dual-colored hair, I see his eyes flick over to me. "Was that a Frozen reference?" I nearly fall out of my chair, turning back to the board.

Sure enough, there it is. "It doesn't bother me anyway," the board reads. I look back over to him, but his gaze is directed to the desk in front of him.

"My mom and I watched it all the time," he says, his mouth once again set in a fine line, but his eyes are alight with a small flame of reminiscence.

He watches Disney movies too?!? My heart rate increases at the prospect of making a friend who shares my love of the brand. Okay, calm down. He only said he watches one movie. I can't assume anything. It makes sense with his ice quirk. Is that her quirk as well?

I force myself to go back to thinking about the competition ahead of us. Namely, our competitors. The other day, they had come to scope out our class, but Bakugo started insulting them. Big surprise. I'm sure they'll be trying to go after us harder, thinking we all act like him. I roll my eyes, remembering his antics. If he weren't so loudmouthed, people would actually like being around him.

The door opens and our teacher walks in. He pauses, glancing at the two of us before unfurling his sleeping bag and placing it down on the floor. "Get into your exercise uniforms and go to the Class 1-A waiting room under the First Year stands." We both nod, standing and getting ready to go, but Aizawa calls me back. "Yamada, you've been given special permission you requested to wear your whiteboard arm band for the festival, so grab that before you leave." He pushes a button under his desk and one of the wall compartments comes out. I grab my suitcase and put it down, opening it quickly to grab the band and marker. I hastily replace the case and head to the changing rooms.

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