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XI: Meeting the Unfortunate

A day had passed and I was reoriented back to the usual schedule, no longer having to use a wheelchair to carry myself around. I caught up on all the schoolwork I had missed and was happy that the process for my return to class was brief enough for the whole ordeal to not have messed my school life up too badly. In the morning, I was able to walk to the cafeteria with a few friends and have breakfast with them, like we always did. I was thankful for how normal everything seemed, and how willing my classmates were to help me ease back into my regular routine.

Upon reaching the 1A classroom, I was immediately met with an outburst of commotion. Mina had everyone gathered in a little circle as she showed off her breakdancing skills, moving across the floor as she spun and wiggled around. I smiled at the sight, grateful to be met with such enthusiastic energy in an uncertain morning such as this. As Izuku and Aoyama joined in with her shenanigans, more activity started to arise, with Kaminari, as well as others observing the commotion.

Class started when the intercom switched on, and the usual alarm rang through the halls. As the bell tolled, we all eventually made our way to our respective seats and sat idly as Aizawa emerged from his sleeping bag to inform us of the festival that was coming soon.

"UA High will be hosting its annual School Festival in a month's time. Festivities will include food stands, games, a beauty pageant, as well as a talent show to showcase each class's skills and creative, imaginative capacity," he said, rubbing an eye. Kirishima raised his hand to ask a question while subtly eyeing me from his seat.

"What about the recent villain attacks? Don't you think it's a little unsafe given what has happened so far?" Aizawa nodded in consideration, but refuted his point.

"Your concern is valid, and there has been an exceptional amount of villain activity as of late, but the school has taken preventative measures to make sure something like this doesn't happen again. There will be security guards rounding school grounds and a patrol squadron in the air. The reason why we're holding his festival is because of its significance to the business and support courses. Many relevant companies seek UA students to either intern or work at their establishments -- it proves to be a useful opportunity to many of our students.

"Now that's out of the way, I suggest that you start planning now, and refine your performance for the show after. Yaoyorozu and Iida, as the class representatives, will be hosting a popular vote to decide Class 1A's contribution to the festival." It seemed like he was done for the day, as our homeroom teacher just ducked back under his desk and went to sleep again as our class reps made their way to the front.

The class was quick to start shouting ideas, some more innovative than others, but still ideas nonetheless. Uraraka suggested a mochi shop, Deku wanted a hero quiz, while Denki, backed by Mineta, vied for a maid cafe. There was an amalgamation of creativity within 1A's students, but none of it gave way to an agreement that everyone liked.

We continued to spout ideas until the end of class, but to no avail, as every person seemed to have a differing opinion of what we all should do for the festival. This conversation continued until the end of the day, when most of the class had to return to the dorms to discuss plausible events that they could host.

As for me, I had to return to my internship with Gang Orca, given that it wasn't over yet, and I wanted to make the most out of the experience. Besides, internships were ending soon, and I wanted to say goodbye to everyone before I left -- I couldn't leave them hanging, especially after what had lapsed with Compress and all. The thought of them worrying over me brought upon a foul mood.

As I arrived at the estate, I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the possibly overwhelming response I would get from the team. The moment my knuckles knocked on the wooden door, the barrier burst open, revealing a wide-eyed member from Team S. He took one look at me and subsequently screamed. Startled, I backpedaled a bit, holding my hands up in a defensive position.