Game of Traitors | A BNHA Fanfiction

Cave of Avabuarta

A/N: Hey guys! As an update of what's going on in my life, we started school again yet I ain't going because who cares. As usual, enjoy this chapter, and if you'd like, please offer some constructive criticism.

Song for this Chapter: Heads Will Roll - Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Dance the Night Away - Twice

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"Now, get out there, and don't get killed."

With those words, I exit the room, taking a deep breath. I'd stay a bit longer and ask questions, but I don't want to be late again.

As per usual, I meet up with the others in the carpeted hallway, and this time each person is wearing something different. Insanely different, as if none of us are even doing the same challenge, nor are we divided into teams.

Instead of excitement like the first challenge, their faces are painted with pure despair, terror...fear they'll be the next victim. Not like I can really fix this situation. I'm getting the same heart wrenching feeling inside of me. I want to clutch my chest and cry. Yet nothing is coming out.

"Hey Deku," Uraraka says, yet instead of her cheerful tone, a nonchalant voice escapes her lips. She looks down at her two piece hot pink set of a crop top and high waisted baggy pants, which are lined with gold embroidery. Atop her head sits a matching cone shaped hat, like a princess in a fairytale.

Her brown eyes are red and puffy, as she lets out a loud sniff. "Are you...ready for the challenge?" She mutters sheepishly.

"I'd say so...are you crying, Uraraka?" I ask, my eyes narrowing sympathetically as my head tilts, my hand pressed on her shoulder.
I caress her shoulder, smiling at her reassuringly, "It's okay, you're gonna be alright."

"What if I won't?" She whimpers, choking back a sob. A hand sits on her other shoulder from behind, caressing it.

"Don't think too lowly of yourself," Jiro says with a sad, even hopeless smile on her face. "You're so strong, Uraraka. And brave too."

"T-thanks guys," Uraraka mumbles wiping her eyes.

I hear Iida walk over, dressed as what seems to be a pirate. He even has an eye patch on instead of his glasses. "Especially brave. If anybody is going to make it to the end of the Game, it's you." He rubs her back.

Yaoyurozu speaks up. "I would hug you, but I'm afraid that if I move, this whole dress will rip. They know my sizes, so this is likely intentional," she sighs, as she tugs on the right fabric of the purple A-line dress with a signature plunging neckline and sparkling bodice.

"Hey, it's not your fault you're...developed up there," Jiro chuckles, earning a nervous chuckle from Yaoyurozu, who's holding her arms in front of her exposed chest cautiously.

"As inappropriate and sexually undertoned as what Jiro just said is, I agree and even believe that they intentionally got your size wrong to appease the... aroused audience," Iida straightens his glasses.

"Exactly, thanks Iida," Yaoyurozu sighs, as she smiles nervously.

I swear I can see Todoroki in the back with a tint of pink covering his cheeks, emphasizing his scar as well. Jiro simply plays with her fingers. Ashido and Kirishima are having their own conversation, as Kacchan is avoiding any and all eye contact with me. I can't hope but just glance over every so often and scratch the nape of my neck, seeing what he's wearing.

A long, red, plaid patterned trench coat, paired with a black v-neck, baggy black trousers, and dark red shoes...just like the ones I wear all the time. A warmth is filling me from the inside.