Spacetime Anomaly: MHA Fanfic

Chapter 11.4: Two Weeks Await

"So," Izuku began, finding this exchange to be countless times more awkward since everyone else was focused on their own training efforts, "What style of fighting do you follow?"

"Style of fighting?" Her response caused Izuku to sharply inhale.

"Do you… not know how to fight?" It was inconceivable considering she had passed the Entrance Exam.

"I've never learned a formal martial art or really been in a fight~" Though she sounded cheerful, the look of shame on her face betrayed her.

"Ok then, I guess I'll have to build your fighting style myself." He felt a chill run down his spine before he began teaching her the basics of boxing. He resolved to teach her this style first as it was rather easy to pick up and could be practiced pretty much anywhere. But, almost immediately, it became apparent that there was something off about Hagakure.

Izuku taught her how to throw a punch, jabs, hooks, uppercuts and all. He taught her footwork and theory and within minutes Hagakure looked like a seasoned boxer… Only he could see her with his special eyesight, but literally, everything he showed her, she copied perfectly within moments. Coincidentally, her spatial awareness was also at the cusp of perfection.

'I guess it makes sense since she's had to live most of her life as an invisible person. She can't even see herself, so her ability to keep track of herself in space is not too far from mine,' Izuku thought.

Within minutes, Izuku deemed her ready to begin sparring and like a rocket piercing the heavens, her fighting prowess rose as Izuku took her through basic, intermediate, and advanced level sparring before the hour was over. They probably would have continued if not for the setting sun, despite their fatigue from training all day, but time stopped for no one; well, no one but Izuku, in a localized setting.

The group all decided to head home before night fell and surprisingly, everyone promised to return the next day as the USJ incident impacted them far more than Izuku anticipated. Not that Izuku complained, but even he had trained on the upper limit of his usual training sessions that day, so he forgoed night-time training for sleep. For the next three days, Izuku group of eight met up from noon to sunset and though progress was slow, it was evident nonetheless.

…

When Monday rolled around, those outside of Izuku's training group noticed the unusual behavior between the group's members. From subtle things like Todoroki actually acknowledging people with nods and Bakugo being a bit less abrasive, to the obvious in Kaminari loudly socializing with the other group members when before he would barely get in a "hello."

Sadly, before too many questions could be asked or answered, Aizawa showed up to give homeroom debriefing. Rather nonchalantly, after reaching his podium he said, "The Sports Festival is in two weeks." It was very much like the Erasure Hero to rationally discard morning pleasantries and get right to the point…

"We just had a villain attack and we're still going through with the Sport's Festival?!" Jiro asked.

Shaking his head Aizawa replied, "We need to show the public that this villain attack hasn't shaken U.A. one bit. That our safety protocols trump a ragtag group of villains. Besides," he assured her, "we'll be having five times the normal amount of police presence along with all the pro heroes that will naturally be there to scout for you guys."

"In any case," he continued, "the Sport's Festival is one of the greatest opportunities you'll get while attending U.A. One that no villain or group of villains can hope to cancel."

"Are you sure about that? It's just a stupid festival..." whimpered the resident coward, Mineta.

"Whoa there, have you never seen the U.A.'s Sports Festival?" Kaminari's voice boomed from nearly the opposite side of the room.

"What?! Of course, I have… T-that's not what I meant..."

"Our Sports Festival is one of the country's greatest events, rivaling the popularity of the Pre-Quirk Era's Olympics," Aizawa clarified for those like Mineta who didn't understand the significance of the event.

"It's as Aizawa-sensei says, the nation's top heroes will be there watching as scouts. So, that'll be the best place for us to make a good impression." Momo added.

"Haha, they'll be looking to make some of Sidekicks from us after we graduate, which is how we'll start our pro hero careers, right?!" Kaminari beamed.

"Heh, a lot of those Sidekicks never manage to distinguish themselves and go solo. That'll be you, you dunce!" Jiro jeered.

Getting the class' attention once more, Aizawa continued, "In any case, getting the attention of top pro heroes will net you lot a boost to your popularity and experience. But your time is limited, you only have three chances to show the pros what you're made of. If you're aiming to be a top pro, this is an event you can't miss!"

With his announcement completed, classes promptly commenced. Though, before Izuku could get on with his Temporal Deceleration to skip past the four hours leading up to lunch, Aizawa passed by his desk and thanked him personally for healing him at the USJ. Izuku found his gratitude pleasant, if only a bit rough around the edges; clearly, the man didn't do that often.

But after telling his homeroom teacher it was his responsibility to help as many people as possible during times of crisis like that, the gruff man simply smiled at him before leaving to let classes begin. Like the first three days, Izuku was only called a handful of times to act as an example for his peers while he trained his Temporal Deceleration and nothing outside the ordinary happened until lunchtime arrived.

At noon, after Cemontoss finished his Modern Literature class, zeal consumed the students of Class 1-A as they were still fired up by the advent of the Sport's Festival. Some people like Kirishima, Mina, and Iida were very vocal about professing their enthusiasm; understandably so. But then there were wildcards like Uraraka, who grew uncharacteristically competitive.

"I'm going to crush this," she said, matching Kirishima in loudness and Bakugo in aggressiveness as she posed with a hand raised in victory. To see their class' bubbly and sweet girl juxtaposed with this war demon, most people were nonplussed.

"You alright?" Mina asked, "You're not looking very Uraraka, Uraraka..."

"Maybe it's that time of the mon-" Before Mineta could finish his thought, Tsuyu slapped him with her tongue.

"ORAH!" She ignored the question in favor of more cheering…

Eventually, the students' hunger overtook their enthusiasm, but as they moved to the class' exit to make their way to the cafeteria, they learned that there was a massive crowd waiting outside their classroom.

"W-what do they want?" Mineta, shrunk backward, obviously intimidated by everyone on the other side of the classroom.

"Tch! They're obviously here to scope out the competition," Bakugo quipped as he made his way to the exit, dismissing all those in his path.

"W-why?"

"Cause we're the ones who made it out of a villain attack in one piece, tch!" He clicked his tongue in annoyance again.

"Makes sense that they'd want to know who they're up against before the Festival," Izuku found himself agreeing with Bakugo.

"No that it'll matter," Bakugo sneered, "Move aside you cannon fodder," Ah, there's the Bakugo Izuku remembered from his first life.

"Bakugo! Don't call those you don't personally know, "cannon fodder" and make enemies for the rest of the class!" Iida chopped…

"Heh," a foreign voice suddenly quieted Iida down as it continued, "It's true we came to get a look, but wow. You sure are a piece of work, aren't you? Are all you 1-A brats this obnoxious?"

"Huh?!" Bakugo looked ready to kill as the owner of the foreign voice, a boy with shaggy purple hair, made his way before him.

"I gotta say, it's a bit disheartening to learn that idiots like him are what Class 1-A, the best U.A., has to offer." Ignoring the look of murder Bakugo was directing at him, the boy continued, "Those of us who didn't make the cut for the Hero Course were dropped to General Studies or like-minded tracks. Did you know there's actually quite a lot of us? Though depending on the results of the Sport's Festival, it's entirely possible one of us can be transferred in. While the reverse," his eyes glared at Bakugo unflinchingly as he concluded, "also applies to you."

"Don't kid yourself, I'm not here to scope out the competition. I'm here to knock you off your high horse with a declaration of war." Without another word, the shaggy purple-haired boy walked away after saying his piece.

Though with his departure came a new person who matched Bakugo in abrasiveness as he said, "Oi, I'm from Class 1-B next door. I heard you guys fought some villains and want to ask about the details, but all I see is this arrogant bastard!" The silver-haired boy pointed at Bakugo with aggression oozing out of his body into corporeal form. "You idiots better not make the Hero Course look bad during the Festival," and like the boy from General Studies, this silver-haired boy stomped away.

Bakugo drawing a blank look as if he hadn't even registered what was said to him, moved to leave the class as he initially intended to get his lunch, but Kaminari called out to him, "Dude, you're gonna leave after making all these new enemies for the class?"

"Psh, why the f.u.c.k would I care?" Bakugo barely turned his head to meet his gaze. "I'm aiming for number one, got that? The school itself might as well be my enemy."

Watching Bakugo leave, Kirishima started trembling, nearly to the point of shedding a tear as he said, "So straightforward… so manly…"

"The top?" Tokoyami, who stood next to Kirishima, pondered aloud, "He's not exactly wrong..."

"No! Don't let him win you over! He's just making the rest of the student body, enemies of the class!" Kaminari argued.

Izuku simply took the incident in stride. Though he didn't exactly see the world as Bakugo did, concerning the Sports Festival, their views on the matter were almost the same. Making enemies wasn't part of his plan, but then again, when the Festival day finally came, he wouldn't have much of a choice in the matter anyway.