UA Stadium
"NEXT UP, WE HAVE THE CLASS THAT'S BEEN WORKING JUST AS HARD!" Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium as Class 1-A finished filing onto the field. "GIVE IT UP FOR CLASS 1-B!"
The students of Class 1-B emerged from the tunnel, their expressions determined despite standing in the shadow of their more famous counterparts. The crowd's cheers were enthusiastic, though noticeably less explosive than for Class 1-A.
"Led by their homeroom teacher Vlad King, these students are ready to prove they're just as heroic as their neighbors!" Present Mic continued. "Don't count them out, folks!"
Among them, a blonde-haired boy with sharp features and an aristocratic bearing waved at the crowd with exaggerated enthusiasm. Neito Monoma, his eyes gleaming with competitive fire as he glanced toward Class 1-A.
"FOLLOWING THEM, WE HAVE THE GENERAL STUDIES COURSE!" Present Mic announced as the next group emerged. "These students didn't make it into the hero course, but they're here to prove they've got what it takes! This is their chance to show the world their potential!"
Shinso walked among them, his expression carefully neutral, though his tired eyes tracked toward the front where Class 1-A stood. His hands clenched slightly at his sides.
"AND FINALLY, OUR SUPPORT COURSE STUDENTS!" Present Mic's enthusiasm somehow increased even further. "The brilliant minds who'll create the equipment that keeps our heroes safe and effective! Let's hear it for our future innovators!"
A girl with pink dreadlocks and goggles perched on her head practically bounced onto the field, her eyes gleaming with manic excitement as she surveyed the competition and crowd with equal enthusiasm.
The field was now filled with first-year students from all courses, hundreds of young people standing together under the bright sun and the weight of countless watching eyes.
"And now," Present Mic's voice took on a different quality, "to oversee our festival and announce the events, please welcome the R-Rated Hero—MIDNIGHT!"
A figure emerged onto the raised platform, and the crowd's reaction was immediate and loud. Midnight strode forward in her minimal hero costume, her whip coiled at her side, commanding attention with every step.
"Whoa," Kaminari breathed, his face flushing red. "That's... that's a lot of—"
"KAMINARI!" Jiro elbowed him hard in the ribs.
"She's so cool!" Mina whispered excitedly. "I want to be that confident when I'm a pro!"
"Is that costume even allowed?" Iida asked, his hand gestures growing more frantic with concern.
" Yea it's a bit revealing,' Kirishima said his cheeks turning red.
"Who decided to let her announce," Aizawa's dry voice came through the speakers, " I doubt the crowd will even pay attention to the students."
"HAHA! That's our Midnight!" Present Mic laughed. "Always making an entrance!"
Midnight reached the microphone, her smile dangerous and playful as she surveyed the gathered students. "Welcome, everyone, to this year's UA Sports Festival!" Her voice carried across the stadium with practiced ease. "I'll be your referee and announcer for today's events!"
The crowd cheered, and Midnight's smile widened.
"Now then," she continued, her whip cracking against the platform for emphasis, "time for the student pledge! This year, the honor goes to the first-year who scored highest on the entrance exam!"
"From Class 1-A, with the highest score in the practical exam—Todoroki Tsubaki!"
The announcement hit like a thunderclap. Bakugo's expression twisted with fury as he hated getting reminded that he came second.
Tsubaki moved forward through the parting crowd, his stride measured and confident. As he passed, students from various classes watched with different expressions—curiosity, envy, assessment, challenge.
He climbed the steps to the platform where Midnight waited, her expression interested as she studied him up close.
"Good luck up there," Midnight said quietly, her voice carrying genuine encouragement beneath its usual sultry tone. "The whole world is watching. Make it count."
Tsubaki nodded once, then stepped up to the microphone.
The stadium fell silent. Thousands of eyes fixed on the white haired boy standing alone on the platform. The massive screens showed his face in crystal clarity—cold, focused, utterly composed despite the pressure.
In the teachers' box, All Might leaned forward slightly. Nezu's dark eyes gleamed with intrigue. Even Aizawa looked marginally more interested.
Tsubaki's eyes swept across the gathered students below him. Hundreds of faces, each carrying their own dreams, their own reasons for being here. He saw his classmates, his brother, the purple-haired boy from the hallway, the blonde from Class 1-B whose expression had soured the moment Tsubaki's name was called.
When he spoke, his voice was clear and carried perfectly through the speakers.
"We're all here because we want to be heroes."
Simple words, but they landed with weight. Students shifted, their attention sharpening.
"We've trained. We've studied. We've pushed ourselves beyond what we thought possible." Tsubaki's voice remained level, but conviction threaded through every word. "Today is our chance to prove it. To show the world, the agencies, the heroes watching—to show ourselves—what we're capable of."
The crowd was completely silent now, hanging on his words.
"So do your best." Tsubaki's eyes moved across the student body, seeming to make contact with each individual. "Give everything you have. Don't hold back. Don't have regrets. This is our stage. This is our moment."
The stadium erupted. Cheers rolled across the stands like thunder, the crowd responding to the speech with genuine enthusiasm. Even the pro heroes in their section nodded approvingly.
"Wow!" Present Mic's voice was barely audible over the crowd. "What a speech! Todoroki showing real leadership—"
The cheering began to die down, and students started to relax, thinking the pledge was complete.
Then Tsubaki's eyes changed.
Something ignited behind that cold exterior—a fire, fierce and unyielding, transforming his expression from composed to absolutely certain. His next words cut through the fading noise like a blade.
"And when you give your all—when everyone here shows their absolute best—I'll still be the one standing at the top."
The stadium froze.
"I will win this festival."
The declaration hung in the air, stunning in its absolute confidence. Not hope. Not determination. Certainty stated as immutable fact.
"Because that's why I'm here."
The crowd exploded again, but this time with shock, excitement, outrage, all mixed together. The students below stared up at him with expressions ranging from disbelief to fury to grudging respect.
Tsubaki turned and walked down the steps, his expression returning to its usual cold mask, as if he hadn't just declared war on every student present.
"DID HE JUST—" Present Mic's voice cracked with excitement. "DID TODOROKI JUST DECLARE HE'S WINNING THE ENTIRE FESTIVAL?!"
"He did," Aizawa confirmed, his voice carrying a hint of something that might have been approval. "Bold move. Let's see if he can back it up."
In the crowd, reactions varied wildly.
"That's the kind of confidence I like to see!" someone shouted.
"Is he serious?!" another voice called out.
"Talk about pressure! He just put a target on his back!"
"Endeavor's kid really doesn't hold back, huh?"
In the teachers' box, the faculty exchanged glances.
"Well," Nezu said, his paws folded neatly, "that was certainly memorable."
"He just made every student here want to take him down," Vlad King noted, though he sounded more impressed than concerned.
"Good," Snipe said, adjusting his hat. "A hero needs to be able to handle pressure and opposition. He just gave himself both."
All Might's skeletal form was tense, his sunken eyes fixed on Tsubaki. 'That kind of declaration... he's gambling everything on this performance. If he fails now...'
On the platform, Midnight's eyes followed Tsubaki as he returned to his position. 'Interesting,' she thought, a slight smile playing on her lips. 'He's not just confident—he's certain. That kind of conviction either makes you or breaks you completely.'
Among the Students
"Holy shit," Kirishima breathed. "That was the manliest thing I've ever heard!"
"He's insane," Jiro said, but she was smiling. "Absolutely insane."
"Todoroki-san just declared war on everyone," Kaminari added, his eyes wide. "That's so cool! And so terrifying!"
Uraraka clutched her hands together, her expression worried. "Won't that make everyone target him?"
"That's probably the point," Asui said thoughtfully. "Ribbit. He's showing he's not afraid of anyone."
Iida's hand gestures were sharp with agitation. "As class president, he's representing all of us! That kind of declaration puts pressure on everyone in Class 1-A!"
"Tch." Bakugo's hands sparked with explosions, his expression twisted with fury. "Ice Prince thinks he can just declare victory like that? I'll show him who's really gonna win. That first place spot is MINE!"
Shoto stared at his brother's back, his expression unreadable. 'You really meant it, didn't you? You're not just competing. You want to dominate.' His hands clenched.
Midoriya's fists were clenched, his body trembling—not with fear, but with determination. 'Todoroki-kun just challenged everyone. Including me.' His eyes blazed. 'I have to prove I belong here. I have to show him I won't just roll over!'
Yaoyorozu felt something strange in her chest—excitement mixed with anxiety. 'To say your going to win infront of a bunch of students is one thing but to stand in front of the whole of Japan if not more and say it shows that he doesn't plan on backing down.' She straightened her posture.
"Oh, that's RICH!" Monoma's voice carried across the field, his laughter sharp and mocking. "Class 1-A's representative thinks he can just announce he's winning? How typically arrogant of that class! They get a little attention and suddenly think they're invincible!"
"Monoma, calm down," Kendo said, though even she looked annoyed by Tsubaki's declaration.
"NO! This is perfect!" Monoma continued, his eyes gleaming. "Let them put targets on their backs! When Class 1-B crushes them, it'll be even sweeter!"
But despite his mocking tone, several Class 1-B students looked nervous. That kind of confidence was either foolish or backed by real strength, and given what they'd heard about the USJ incident...
"He's either really strong or really stupid," someone muttered.
"Or both," another added.
Shinso's eyes were fixed on Tsubaki's back, his expression unreadable. 'You really don't hesitate, do you? First in the hallway, now in front of the entire country.' His hands clenched. 'That kind of confidence... is it real strength, or just bluster?'
He remembered the coldness in Tsubaki's eyes when they'd confronted each other.
'Either way, I'll prove you wrong. My quirk may not be flashy, but I'll show everyone—show you—that I deserve to be in the hero course more than some arrogant rich kid who thinks victory is guaranteed.'
"Did he seriously just say that?" a general studies student near Shinso whispered.
"Hero course students are so full of themselves," another grumbled.
"I mean... he did survive villain attacks," someone else pointed out nervously.
"OHHHHH!" The pink-haired girl's eyes were practically glowing with excitement behind her goggles. "Now THAT'S confidence! A perfect test subject for my babies! I wonder what kind of support equipment he uses? Does he have any? I could make something AMAZING for ice quirks! I could also use the attention he is getting to showcase my babies in front of the world."
She bounced on her toes, completely ignoring the shocked or angry reactions around her.
"Hatsume, you're missing the point," another support student said. "He just insulted everyone here."
"Did he? I thought he was just stating his objective!" Hatsume—Mei Hatsume—grinned wildly. "I like people with clear goals! Makes it easier to know what kind of equipment they need!"
Midnight let the reactions die down naturally, her smile dangerous and amused. When the noise finally settled enough, she raised her whip.
Her voice carried across the stadium. "It's time to begin the first event!"
The massive screen behind her lit up, numbers and names scrolling rapidly through different potential challenges. The students watched with bated breath as possibilities flashed by—obstacle courses, races, combat trials, rescue scenarios.
The scrolling slowed, then stopped, landing on a single event name.
OBSTACLE RACE
"The first event is an OBSTACLE RACE!" Midnight announced, her whip cracking for emphasis. "All students will compete simultaneously in a four-kilometer course around the stadium perimeter! The route is filled with obstacles designed to test your quirks, your strategy, and your determination!"
She gestured toward the tunnel they'd emerged from, which now seemed much more ominous.
"The rules are simple: stay on the course, and use your quirk however you see fit! But be warned—attacking with the intent to harm your competitors will get you disqualified!" Her smile was sharp. "Everything else is fair game!"
The massive screens showed an aerial view of the course—a winding path through various constructed obstacles, some visible, others obscured by distance.
"The race will begin at this tunnel!" Midnight continued. "First forty-two students to cross the finish line will advance to the next round!"
Nervous energy rippled through the student body. Forty-two out of hundreds. The odds were brutal.
"But don't worry!" Present Mic's voice boomed. "Everyone will get a chance to shine! Even those who don't advance can catch the eyes of scouts and agencies with impressive performances!"
"Assuming they have anything worth showing," Aizawa added dryly.
The students began moving toward the tunnel entrance, a massive archway that looked far too small to accommodate everyone simultaneously. The crowd's noise increased, anticipation building.
"LINE UP!" Midnight commanded. "Once the countdown begins, you'll have ten seconds before the starting gun! Use them wisely!"
The students crushed together at the tunnel entrance, hundreds of bodies pressing forward, each trying to position themselves advantageously. The space was deliberately narrow—the first obstacle was the tunnel itself, forcing students to fight for position from the very start.
Tsubaki found himself in the middle of the pack, students pressing in from all sides. His expression remained calm despite the crushing pressure. Around him, he could hear his classmates:
"This is already intense!" Kaminari shouted over the noise.
"Stay focused!" Iida called out. "We need to—"
"GET OUT OF MY WAY!" Bakugo's voice cut through, explosions crackling.
The massive screens showed the countdown: 10
"RACERS!" Midnight's voice echoed through the tunnel. "GET READY!"
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The students tensed, quirks beginning to activate.
8
Tsubaki's eyes were fixed forward, his breathing steady. He could feel the cold building in his core, ready to be released.
7
"This is it," Midoriya whispered, his fist clenched. "This is where I prove myself."
6
Shoto's right side began to frost over, ice spreading across his uniform.
5
Bakugo's palms sparked, his grin feral. "I'm taking first place. Get ready to eat my dust, you extras!"
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"REMEMBER!" Present Mic's voice was nearly drowned out by the crowd's roar. "QUIRKS ARE ALLOWED! NO HOLDING BACK!"
3
The tension was unbearable. Students pressed forward, each trying to gain even an inch of advantage.
2
Tsubaki's eyes narrowed. He could see the tunnel's exit, the light beyond, the path to victory.
1
"BEGIN!" Midnight's whip cracked like a gunshot.
"GO!"
The crowd exploded into noise. Hundreds of students surged forward as one, a massive wave of bodies and quirks all trying to force through the narrow tunnel simultaneously.
And in that instant, Shoto moved.
His right foot slammed down, ice erupting from the ground in a massive wave. It spread across the tunnel floor, up the walls, crystallizing everything in its path. Students caught in the blast were frozen mid-step, encased in ice from the ankles up, immobilized completely.
"TODOROKI SHOTO MAKES HIS MOVE!" Present Mic's voice boomed. "FREEZING THE COMPETITION RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE!"
Shoto ran forward across the ice he'd created, his footing perfect despite the slippery surface. Behind him, dozens of students were trapped, shouting in anger and surprise.
"Smart strategy!" Present Mic continued. "Use the narrow space to neutralize quirk advantage and—WAIT! WHO'S THAT?!"
Before Shoto could even register taking the lead, a figure shot past him.
Tsubaki.
He'd been the first to break free of the ice, his own cryokinesis allowing him to shatter the freeze around his legs the instant it formed. And now he was moving—not running, but gliding.
Ice formed beneath his feet, a crystalline ramp that elevated him above the chaos. He wasn't creating it to freeze others—he was using it as a platform, as a path, as a method of propulsion. The ice formed, he pushed off it, it formed again ahead of him, each movement fluid and precise.
He shot forward like a missile, passing Shoto before his brother could react.
Their eyes met for a single instant.
Then Tsubaki was ahead, the gap between them widening.
"TODOROKI TSUBAKI TAKES THE LEAD!" Present Mic screamed, his voice cracking with excitement. "HE JUST BLASTED PAST HIS BROTHER! WHAT SPEED!"
Behind them, chaos erupted as more students broke free of the ice.
"DAMN IT!" Bakugo exploded forward, literally, using blasts to propel himself over the frozen students. "I'M NOT LOSING TO THOSE ICY BASTARDS!"
Class 1-A students who'd trained together worked their way free—Kirishima's hardening breaking the ice, Sero's tape pulling him forward, Tokoyami's Dark Shadow smashing through the ice.
"So many breaking through!" Present Mic shouted. "CLASS 1-A SHOWING THE RESULTS OF THEIR EXPERIENCE!"
Shoto's eyes widened as he saw the sheer number of students escaping his trap. He'd expected to immobilize most of the competition, but they were adapting, overcoming, pursuing.
"ON YOUR LEFT!" Bakugo's voice preceded an explosion as he blasted past several students, closing the distance between himself and the leaders.
Tsubaki glanced back, seeing Shoto and Bakugo both pursuing, seeing the mass of students breaking free and charging forward.
His ice ramp carried him forward with increasing speed. The training with Yukihiro had refined his cryokinesis to a level beyond what raw power alone could achieve. He wasn't just creating ice—he was controlling it, manipulating its form and properties with precision most ice users couldn't match.
The ramp formed ahead of him, perfectly angled to maximize his momentum. His movements were fluid, efficient, wasting no energy. Where others would tire from maintaining such constant quirk use, Tsubaki's refined control meant minimal strain.
'This is what the Himura bloodline can do,' he thought, his eyes fixed forward. 'This is what makes our ice manipulation superior. Not just power or control. The ability to shape ice to our very will as well as our technique.'
"Tsubaki!" Shoto's voice cut through the noise.
Tsubaki didn't slow, didn't acknowledge. But he heard his brother's next words.
"If you think that's all it takes to win—"
Shoto's ice erupted again, creating a massive ramp parallel to Tsubaki's, propelling him forward with renewed speed.
"—then you're the one who's destined to lose!"
The two brothers raced forward, their ice ramps interweaving, competing, each trying to outpace the other. Behind them, Bakugo's explosions grew louder as he closed the gap, and beyond him, dozens more students charged forward with everything they had.
"THE TODOROKI BROTHERS ARE NECK AND NECK!" Present Mic shouted. "AND HERE COMES BAKUGO! THE TOP THREE FROM CLASS 1-A PULLING AHEAD!"
"THEY'RE APPROACHING THE FIRST BARRIER!" Present Mic announced. "THE VILLAIN BOTS FROM THE ENTRANCE EXAM!"
Massive robots emerged into view—zero-pointers, the same ones from the practical exam. Their mechanical bodies gleamed in the sunlight, their shadows falling across the approaching students.
Tsubaki and Shoto reached them first.
Shoto's approach was efficient. Ice erupted from the ground, climbing up the nearest robot's legs, spreading across its body, freezing its joints and mechanisms. The robot groaned, its movements slowing, then stopping. Shoto's ice continued spreading, creating a massive frozen structure.
"SHOTO TODOROKI FREEZING THE ROBOTS!" Present Mic shouted. "CREATING A PATH!"
The frozen robot began to tip, falling toward the path behind Shoto—toward the pursuing students.
"Smart!" Aizawa's voice cut in. "He's creating obstacles for those behind him while clearing his own path."
But Tsubaki didn't slow. His ice ramp carried him up and over the robots entirely, his trajectory calculated perfectly. He shot past them without engaging, without wasting time or energy on combat.
"TSUBAKI TODOROKI TAKING A DIFFERENT APPROACH!" Present Mic announced. "HE'S NOT FIGHTING THEM—HE'S BYPASSING COMPLETELY!"
Tsubaki's ramp carried him past the robot zone, past his brother's frozen trap, landing him back on the course ahead of everyone else.
Behind him, Shoto gritted his teeth, seeing his brother pull ahead again. The frozen robots were toppling, and he needed to move before—
"DIE, YOU METAL PIECES OF SCRAP!"
Bakugo exploded through, literally, blasting one of the falling robots apart with massive explosions. His face was twisted in fury and determination as he closed the distance.
"BAKUGO KATSUKI WITH THE DIRECT APPROACH!" Present Mic shouted. "NO STRATEGY, JUST PURE FIREPOWER!"
Shoto pushed forward, his ice creating a path through the chaos. But the delay had cost him—both Tsubaki and Bakugo were pulling ahead.
'This is what I need to do,' Tsubaki thought, his eyes fixed on the path ahead. 'This is the only acceptable outcome.'
He pushed more ice behind him, propelling himself forward with greater speed. The course stretched ahead—still kilometers to go, still obstacles to overcome.
But he was in first place.
And he intended to stay there.
"TODOROKI TSUBAKI MAINTAINS THE LEAD!" Present Mic announced. "BUT THE RACE IS FAR FROM OVER! DOZENS OF STUDENTS ARE STILL IN CONTENTION!"
The crowd roared, the pro heroes leaned forward in their seats, and the cameras captured everything.
The Sports Festival had truly begun.
And at its forefront, a white haired boy with ice beneath his feet raced toward a victory he'd declared was already his.
To Be Continued...
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Author's note:
The Sports Festival has started and for those of you who thinks Tsubaki is to weak now get to see his improvement.
Hope you enjoyed drop some powerstones if you did.