Disclaimer: I clearly don't own MHA/BNHA or its characters.

An: *long sigh* I've come to realize I don't have as much dedication for this story as I used to. I'll still finish, don't worry, but it may end up being shorter than planned. Blame it on my fast-paced obsessions. I've now started writing and reading a shitload of Harry Potter stuff. It was kind-of sporadic and random. I don't know what I'm doing with my life, but enjoy!

Chapter 12: Fighting Finale

Bakugou didn't hold back in his battle against Uraraka, but when did he ever? To Uraraka it actually meant that he acknowledged her strength. Even though she lost, Uraraka adamentally thanked Bakugou for not holding back, and therefore allowing her to use the full extent of her powers. The only thing Bakugou could've said to that of course was,

"You're welcome." Present Mic wasn't as happy about that.

...

Sometime in the aftermath of her battle against Shinsou, Endeavor pulled her aside. She almost flipped out and went into a fangirl fit, but then her stomach turned. He was the asshole that had hurt Todoroki, and that's all she'd think of him as now. He talked as if he had something better to do.

"If you get Shouto to use all of his power, you can expect to be rewarded." She snorted and he pulled back, his great fire beard fizzing. She looked at him with pure, undiluted disgust. She let her revulsion of him show on her features. She spat out the first words that popped into her head.

"He isn't you, so stop trying to project yourself onto him!" The older Todoroki stepped back in surprise. Izuki clicked her tongue dismissively and spun on her heel. She walked away without any regrets.

...

Before she knew it, Izuki was standing across from Todoroki. He glanced to her and then to his father, glaring with spite. His expression was one of despise. Todoroki's deep hate of his father made her envious. She wished, once again, to have a father to hate. Pushing that thought into the deepest recesses of her mind, she tensed.

When the signal sounded, two pairs of feet sprung forward. Ice immediately enveloped Izuki from head to toe. Todoroki walked around her frozen form, looking quite shocked. He hadn't expected it to end so quickly, and it wouldn't.

Izuki simultaneously activated her nerves, speeding their rate of fire. The sudden activity created friction between her and the ice. Without anything to defuse it, the heat melted through the cold. She was free in seconds.

Todoroki promptly shot another round of ice her way. She twirled through the air, using the icicle to anchor herself. She twisted with the propelling force and spun into a flip. Todoroki moved away, sending cold bullets like a machine gun. She dodged them each by using them as stepping stones. She looked down from where she was. The stadium was an ice rink.

Izuki continued her acrobatics, approaching her opponent in a series of cartwheels that merged with front flips. She kept her nerves firing at a fast rate so the friction could keep her warm and lessen any stray blows. She started to close in on Todoroki and smirked. He was trapped between the restriction line, the ice block he'd created, and Izuki.

Frost was collecting on his right side. His rebellious stage was his weakness. Her gaze narrowed as his dodges slowed. She snarled.

"You aren't going to beat me this way!" She'd encouraged a challenge, but it didn't have anything to do with his father. The men might have similar quirks, but they weren't anything alike. Todoroki defiantly pushed her back with another bout of coldness. Izuki increased the rate of her nerves further. Sure it was dangerous, but so were giant blue shards. She growled at him again.

"You're not your father, so stop being an idiot!" Todoroki's heterozygous eyes widened in comprehension. Flames burst up his arm in a flurry of red. The rage-filled light danced passionately orange over his body. With the ice reflecting every flicker, they were in hell.

Izuki began to lose ground as his fire licked the air. She thought desperately with her adrenaline-high brain. She flexed around his heat with awe-inspiring grace. As his fire lost its swell, he switched back to ice. The stall was just enough.

She performed a show-stopping feint by appearing to strike for his head, but instead making a full 360º to sweep him to the side. The emotionally split teen flew through the sky, landing with a thud inches from the elimination line. A simple groan was his downfall. His hand came back down on the other side, earning a shout from the MC.

"Midoriya is the winner!" The stadium filled with cheers, and Endeavor gave a knowingly wide smirk. He clapped irritatingly slow. He looked far too satisfied. She could only guess he was thinking that his son had finally come out of his "phase". Man was he wrong. Did the dude seriously not remember what it was like to be a teenager? Whatever the case, Izuki ignored it. She went over to help the nurses with Todoroki, and followed after. Her quirk's side effects were beginning to kick in.

She started to feel dizzy, stumbling. She was caught unexpectedly by another teen. She looked up with blurring vision, and smiled. There was no mistaking those purple-colored eyes.

...

She woke up in a white bed feeling exhausted and sore. Shinsou sat on the edge with a worried expression. Well, the most worried he could look. Izuki sat up, and her "friend" extended a helping hand.

"Take it easy there, Captain Fatigue." She smiled slightly, taking advantage of the free service. Then, her face morphed with panic. Her memories came crashing down like an exploding helicopter.

"How long was I out? Did I miss Iida's match? Is Todoroki okay?" Her blurting wasn't in the best order. Shinsou chuckled and patted her patiently on the shoulder.

"Woah, calm down...you were only out for a few minutes. Todoroki's fine, he's in recovery surgery and–" Izuki cut him off, voice cracked with strain and concern.

"He's in surgery! I didn't do anything permanent, did I?" Shinsou smiled in reassurance, brushing aside a strand of messy violet hair.

"No, he just got a piece of concrete, or something, stuck under his skin. Recovery Girl can't heal him until it's out." Izuki relaxed, sighing into her bangs. She asked the next question on her schedule.

"So, did I miss Iida's battle?" The indigo-haired teen reclined in his sterile hospital chair.

"Oh, well, you did miss that." Izuki looked down in shame. She'd wanted to be there for her friend.

"How'd he do?" Shinsou ruffled his hair out of habit, leaning in with a frown.

"He beat her, but he had to withdrawl from the Festival because of some sort of family issue." Izuki slumped, mad at herself. She had hoped to do something for Iida, but he wasn't here now. She resigned to at least visit Todoroki. It was her fault he was hurt after all. With the aid of Shinsou, she hobbled to Todoroki's room. He looked up as she entered. His eyes were glossy from sedation. He mumbled out a slow question.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your next fight?" Izuki shrugged, gaze flicking to the screen in the corner. She glimpsed a scene of Kirishima getting relentlessly pummeled by Bakugou. She shifted back to Todoroki.

"I don't fight until the finals." Todoroki nodded, the room falling into an awkward silence. Shinsou smashed the tension like brittle glass.

"Dude, you look like shit. Are you sure it was just a rock in there?" Izuki smiled at her friend on the gurney. He chuckled wryly, peering at the stranger by his bed.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Recovery Girl uses your own energy for repairs, so I'm tired." He glanced at Izuki.

"I should still be able to watch your match though." His face reverted to its usual serious composure. Shinsou clapped once for attention and gestured to the TV. The declaration, Bakugou beat Tokoyami and Kirishima, will he keep his streak? Scrolled over the display. Shinsou piped up.

"That's our cue to leave!" He slapped Todoroki roughly on the back as if he'd known the guy for years. They shuffled to depart, and the zombie boy shouted one last phrase.

"Have fun imitating a cadaver!"

...

Lats squared, quads tense, muscles tightened, Izuki awaited her dreadful doom. Sure, she had the support of nearly every member of the audience, but that didn't lessen the pressure on her nerves.

Facing the unfavoured Bakugou, she plastered on a confident expression. She knew he wouldn't restrain himself against her. She knew her body was about to endure a horrendous mental and physical challenge. All she could do was hope that her grinning mask would become reality.

Bakugou wore his usual prideful smirk, and his eyes were sparking crimson. His jaw worked and his hair stood on end. He watched, ready for a tense, unyielding battle. And the bell sounded.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, like a pouncing lion, Bakugou adjusted his golden mane and leaped forward in a graceful arc. Izuki rolled to the side and blinked. She'd expected to be sweating right off the bat, but she dodged with surprising ease. Their polar moods while battling emphasized the important match. The crowd was silent with anxiety. The battling paradox worked on.

Another speedy attack from Bakugou sent her into a spiraling cartwheel. She brought her legs forward quickly into a flip. The position opened up her control and flexibility. She moved around the stadium like the lioness.

Bakugou's anger was his tragic flaw. It made his explosions strong, but wild. He however, wasn't dumb. His strategic skills went into play as he brought both hands into the fight. Izuki could only focus on so much. She wasn't fast enough.

Bakugou struck her with a blast to the abdomen. Izuki's movements turned jerky. Her moving frame, luckily, kept him from being a constantly burning flame. She realized with a start that she'd have to face Bakugou head on.

Rocking on her heels, Izuki darted under his arms, grabbing at anything she could. He struggled against her and the fight switched to close-combat. His elbow swooped just past her neck, and she rolled, sweep kicking his ankle. He wobbled slightly but had a weight advantage. Soon, he was on top of her, grinning. His palm inched periodically closer to her spine. She stilled, knowing a struggle wouldn't be much help. She picked her brain for something that could get her out.

Freeing one hand, she pulled him closer. Proximity could be distracting. Midnight taught her that. Then, closing her eyes and steeling herself, she slammed her forehead into his brow. He cursed, instinctively letting up on his hold. She smirked, digging her knee into his gut and breaking out. She wasted no time in grabbing his wrists. He looked her angrily in the eyes as his veins turned black. Her grin faltered. Flashes of memory broke through: a smile turned sour, the bones of her father, ashes. She pulled back just in time as Bakugou began to gape. He never knew when to quit.

She apologized to him mentally in advance, and punched him in the neck. It was the only way he'd submit to unconsciousness. It was the only way he'd accept help. Then, when he disappeared from sight, she could finally breathe. She wanted to scream, but she didn't. She frowned, bile rising in her throat. She hated herself, because apparently one murder wasn't enough.

An: Whoo, sooooo many battles. I don't know how good(or bad) I am at battle scenes, but I tried. At least I didn't time skip them... mostly. I do try. Here's this, and thanks for reading!

Amajiki Tamaki: Suneater サンイーター

-IDK anything about his family

-His quirk is Manifest, so his name doesn't really make sense(like why?)

-He has both indigo colored hair and eyes, but it's more of a dark blue

-He has type AB blood, which is mysterious and rare like him

-He's the cutest as a child

-He is a part of the Big Three

-He reminds me a little of Sasuke because of how he acts in the manga(and how he looks)

-He's an e-boy 100%