You'd Think A Sports Festival Would Be Great

                                    

                                          
"Ah! What's going on?!" Uraraka cries, and the attention is turned to her, then quickly directed towards the door, our exit.
                          
Tell someone.
                          
"She's right! Who are you, and what business do you have with Class 1-A?" Iida is quick to take charge of the situation.
                          
"Yeah, what's up with that!?" Mineta shouts. 
                          
"They're checking out competition, dumbass. We're the ones who actually were head to head with villains." Bakugou says, walking towards the exit. He pauses right in front of the crowd before adding, "Not gonna work, extras." 
                          
"Bakugou! Please refrain yourself from calling people that you don't even know rude names!" Iida cries out.
                          
Tell anyone.
                          
" 'Checking out the competition', huh?" I see a someone push through the crowd.
                          
He reaches the front of the exit. Purple hair, and his eyes match, too. He has dark rings under his eyes, a clear sign he doesn't get much sleep.
                          
"Well, you sure have your share of arrogance. Is everyone in the hero course like this?" He asks, and Iida, Midoriya, and Uraraka frantically shake their heads no.
                          
"I'm stuck in the General Studies course, along with many of us who didn't make the cut. During the Sports Festival, they might be considering transferring us to the hero course. And of course, to transfer some of you guys out." 
                          
I stand there, a few feet away, struggling to stop myself from toying with the hem of my skirt. He's only trying to get into our heads, is all, right?
                          
"Now this is the perfect chance to catch you all off guard, to throw you off of your tier. This is a declaration of war." He finishes.
                          
We all let that sink in before another student pops in.
                          
"Hey, I'm from Class 1-B, next door! Don't get so cocky, because we've got fight in us too!" 
                          
I stand there, slightly flustered from all of these people walking in and yelling at us and declaring war us. Mr. Aizawa calling my dad and now a counselor. On top of all of that, a huge Sports Festival that could possibly make or break our careers looms over me, pushing me to do my best.
                          
I don't even know what I'm going to say when I get home. I'm not worried about my mother, she'll understand.
                          
It's the monster that puts me on edge.
                          
We all are forced to wait until the crowd left, and I could care less. I wasn't a fan of pushing through people. I have fresh bruises, I don't want to make them worse.
                          
Once I step outside, I hear Uraraka call "[Last Name]!" I flinch, then turn around. It's her, Iida, and Midoriya.
                          
My first instinct is cry at them, ask why the hell did you even tell Mr. Aizawa, then, as they come and catch up, I realize they're only trying to help. But then my third thought is I don't deserve these people. 
                          
"Say, [Last Name], do you want to train with me?" Uraraka asks. Training.
                          
Right, training. 
                          
"Oh, yeah, that'd be great." I agree, with a shaky smile. 
                          
"Ahh, man, I'm so nervous!" She cries, and I nod.
                          
"I think we all are, this is... really crucial for us." 
                          
"[Last Name]'s right, so in order for all of us to succeed, we all need to be ready for what's to come!" Iida gives one of his many lectures.
                          
"That's true." Midoriya adds, but he's in thought, distracted. And I can only hope he'll do well. His quirk is unnatural, it hurts him. 
                          
"I'm just hoping to stretch out my quirk limitations.." I say, stressed. 
                          
"Uh, [Last Name], is that your... father, by any chance?" 
                          
"Huh?" I glance at Midoriya quickly before fixing my gaze to the other direction.
                          
My father. The man I despise. 
                          
He's completely disheveled, the dress shirt, if you can even call it that at this point, hasn't been ironed, clearly. His hair is in total disarray, I guess he's run his hands through it multiple times already. The sleeves to his shirt are rolled up, and one hand is clenched, the other holds a lighter. In his mouth hangs an unlit cigarette.
                          
"I-I" My voice cracks, and I don't find it within me. It takes all of my will power to not cry.
                          
He gets even closer, and at this point I'm contemplating running in the other direction.
                          
The wind is blowing, and it probably isn't even that strong, but right now, I feel like it could just take me with it.
                          
And right now, oh do I hope it does.
                          
The man has reached us, and he is stading in front of me. I feel cold.
                          
"[Name], we're going home." His cold, brash voice hangs in the air, and I want to cover my ears.
                          
"[Last Name], we'll see you tomorrow, come to me for training, okay?" Uraraka says, nervously giving my father a glance. "Come on, Iida, Deku." 
                          
There's tears starting to form in my eyes oh, no, not here.
                          
"[Last Name]...?" Midoriya asks slowly.
                          
"I-I'll see you later, Midoriya. I need to get home." I say, adding a smile, which I already know isn't reassuring at all.
                          
"I.. okay." He doesn't finish his orginal sentence. 
                          
"Hurry up kid." My father growls, his patience disappears. He grabs my arm, keeping a strong hold, holding on like his life depends on it.
                          
Tell someone godamnit!
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