Welcome to Goddess's brother Christmas special. From now to 3 January, I will be posting two chapters a day and three on Christmas and New Year. Enjoy the two chapters.
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I watched as Momo and Iida made their way back to the stands, the crowd still buzzing.
"That was an awesome fight, Momo," I said honestly.
Momo stopped and looked at me, eyes narrowing just a bit. "Why does that sound like you expected me to lose so easily?"
"What? No—!" I shot back immediately. "I never said that. Why do girls always twist my words?!"
Momo crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. "Perhaps you should learn how to phrase things better."
Iida chopped the air with a sharp motion. "Indeed! Communication is vital in both hero work and everyday interactions!"
I groaned. "See? This is exactly what I mean."
A few seats down, Kaminari snorted, and even Jiro had to look away to hide her smile.
"ALRIGHT, HOLD ON TO YOUR SEATS, PEOPLE!" Present Mic's voice thundered through the stadium. "COMING UP NEXT—A MATCH THAT'S GONNA BE FAST, FURIOUS, AND PROBABLY ILLEGAL IN THREE COUNTRIES!"
The screen flashed as the brackets locked in.
MASHIRAO OJIRO VS KATSUKI BAKUGO
"ON ONE SIDE—THE MARTIAL ARTS MASTER WITH A TAIL THAT HITS HARDER THAN IT LOOKS! AND ON THE OTHER—CLASS 1-A'S HUMAN HAND GRENADE HIMSELF!"
Bakugo cracked his neck, explosions snapping from his palms as a feral grin spread across his face.
"LET'S SEE IF DISCIPLINE CAN SURVIVE PURE, UNFILTERED EXPLOSIONS!" Present Mic roared."HEAD TO THE ARENA—THIS ONE'S GONNA BE A BLAST!"
Bakugo and Ojiro headed down to the Arena.
The stadium buzzed the moment Katsuki Bakugo stepped into the arena.
He didn't wave. Didn't look at the crowd. His eyes were locked straight ahead, explosions snapping from his palms like irritated sparks.
From the opposite gate, Mashirao Ojiro entered calmly, tail swaying behind him. He bowed respectfully toward Bakugo—once, cleanly, seriously.
Bakugo scoffed. "Don't bow to me."
Present Mic barely had time to finish introductions before Midnight's whip cracked.
"BEGIN!"
Bakugo exploded forward.
The ground cratered under his feet as he launched himself straight at Ojiro, palms blasting, speed and violence combined into one relentless charge.
Ojiro reacted instantly.
His tail snapped out, catching Bakugo's wrist mid-blast and yanking him sideways. Bakugo twisted in midair, firing another explosion from his free hand, forcing Ojiro to leap back.
'Fast,' Ojiro noted. 'And aggressive.'
Bakugo landed hard, already grinning.
"So you're not trash after all."
Ojiro didn't answer. He rushed in, tail spinning, kicks precise and disciplined. His tail lashed out in rapid succession—strikes aimed to unbalance.
Bakugo dodged most of them—but one clipped his shoulder, spinning him just enough for Ojiro to follow up with a sweeping kick.
Bakugo skidded.
The crowd gasped.
Bakugo laughed.
"That's all you got?!"
He slammed both palms backward.
"Stun Grenade!"
A blinding explosion of light detonated midair.
Ojiro flinched—just for a fraction of a second.
That was all Bakugo needed.
He surged forward through the fading flash, caught Ojiro mid-motion, and drove a point-blank blast into his guard. The impact sent Ojiro flying across the arena, tumbling hard.
Ojiro rolled to his feet, breathing heavy, tail twitching.
Bakugo didn't let him recover.
He launched skyward, spinning, as explosions chained together into a controlled flight.
"AP SHOT!"
The compressed blast slammed into the ground at Ojiro's feet, shattering the surface and throwing off his balance. Before he could recover, Bakugo dropped from above like a missile.
Ojiro raised his tail and arms, bracing—
The explosion hit.
The force slammed him flat, tail skidding uselessly against the dirt as dust swallowed the arena.
Silence.
Then Midnight's voice cut through.
"Winner—KATSUKI BAKUGO!"
The dust settled.
Bakugo stood over Ojiro, chest heaving, palms smoking.
"Tch. You're strong," he muttered. "But you hesitated."
Ojiro pushed himself up, wincing but conscious. He bowed—deeper this time.
"…Thank you for not holding back."
Bakugo turned away.
"Why would I?"
From the stands, Class 1-A watched in stunned silence.
Kirishima grinned. "That was manly as hell."
Toru exhaled slowly. "Bakugo's scary when he respects someone."
Bakugo left the arena without looking back, explosions fading from his hands—but his eyes burned brighter than ever.
"That was a fun match to watch," I commented with a sly grin when they returned.
"Tch, just try not to lose before we meet." Bakugo walked away.
I turned serious. "Ojiro, you need to work on your movement. Your speed and flexibility are your greatest weapons. So find a way to train them."
He looked taken aback by the seriousness in my voice, but still nodded.
"THAT LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WAS A POWER VS DISCIPLINE FIGHT. BUT NOW WE HAVE SOMETHING EVEN MORE...INTICING."
The arena gates opened.
At first, it seemed that no one had stepped out.
The crowd murmured in confusion as the space on one side of the arena shimmered faintly—light bending, air warping.
"Ohhh yeah!" Present Mic laughed. "YOU CAN'T SEE HER, BUT SHE'S DEFINITELY THERE—CLASS 1-A'S INVISIBLE HEROINE—TORUUUU HAGAKUUUURE!"
A cheerful voice echoed from nowhere. "I'm totally waving right now!"
Laughter rippled through the stadium.
Then the opposite gate opened.
Nozomi stepped out calmly, hands in her pockets, posture relaxed—almost bored. Her eyes swept the arena once… then stopped.
She smiled.
"…Found you."
Toru froze.
"EH?!"
Present Mic's voice shot up an octave."WAIT—WAIT—WAIT—DID SHE JUST—?!"
Midnight cracked her whip."Begin!"
Toru immediately vanished harder—dropping low, sprinting, zigzagging, doing everything she could to stay unpredictable.
'Okay, okay, okay—she can't see me, she can't see me—'
Nozomi turned her head slightly.
"You're three steps to my left," she said casually. "Also, you're breathing really loud."
"THAT'S CHEATING!!!" Toru screamed.
The crowd lost it.
Toru panicked—and went big.
Light bent around her.
The air shimmered as beams of concentrated light formed in midair, twisting, refracting, then firing like laser cannons.
"TAKE THIS—INVISIBLE JUSTICE LASER BARRAGE!!!"
The arena lit up like a disco ball on steroids.
Lasers blasted toward Nozomi from every direction.
Nozomi sighed.
She took one step to the side.
The laser missed.
Another fired.
She leaned back slightly.
Missed.
A third.
She casually walked forward, hands still in her pockets, light beams screaming past her face.
From the stands, Kaminari yelled, "WHY DOES SHE LOOK SO DISAPPOINTED??"
Nozomi tilted her head mid-dodge."You're aiming where I was, not where I am."
Toru screamed again and unleashed everything—a full light storm, beams ricocheting wildly, blinding flashes exploding across the arena.
The dust cleared.
Nozomi was standing right in front of Toru.
Toru bumped into her.
"…oh no."
Nozomi gently placed a finger on Toru's forehead.
"I can sense you," she said calmly. "Your heartbeat, your weight shifts, your intent. You could turn into a rainbow, and it wouldn't matter."
Toru panicked and swung.
Nozomi caught her wrist effortlessly.
Toru then kicked—missed.
Nozomi stepped behind her.
Toru tried to run—tripped over her own invisible legs.
The crowd was howling.
"IT LOOKS LIKE THIS IS MORE OF A ONE-SIDED BEATING THAN A FIGHT!" Present Mic yelled, laughing.
Toru lay flat on the ground, invisible arms flailing.
"I DON'T LIKE THIS MATCH!"
Nozomi crouched beside her.
"You're creative. Your quirk is impressive," she said sincerely. "But power isn't just tricks. It's control. Awareness. Discipline."
She stood and raised a hand—not threatening, just confident.
"I'm stronger. In speed. In perception. In combat."
A pause.
Toru slowly raised an invisible hand.
"…I surrender."
Midnight snapped her whip instantly.
"Winner—NOZOMI!"
The stadium erupted in laughter and applause.
Toru sat up, pouting as her form shimmered to light."This was unfair."
Nozomi shrugged. "You were glowing."
"I WAS INVISIBLE!"
"Emotionally glowing."
Toru groaned.
From the stands, Bakugo scowled. "That wasn't even a fight."
Mina nodded, looking awe-struck. "…I don't even know what happened."
Nozomi walked off calmly and helped Toru up, while still muttering about injustice, light physics, and the emotional damage she had just received.
"WITH THAT, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE CAN NOW MOVE ON TO UA SPORTS FESTIVAL SEMI-FINALS." Present mic shouted into the microphone, hyping up the crowd.
The brackets on the screen twisted and changed, displaying how the fights will take place in the semi-finals.
Kirigaya Hiro vs Katsuki Bakugo
Kirigaya Nozomi vs Izuku Midoriya
(A/N: For anyone wondering where Iida went—yes, he beat Momo. But when I double-checked the semi-final brackets, I realized things didn't line up, and one fighter had to go. I tried to trace the mistake, couldn't find it, and… well. Iida got cut. To Iida fans everywhere: sue me.)
"I feel like they want us to meet at the finals." I commented as I made my way to the arena.
"This is UA after all. They save the best for the last." Nozomi replied as she looked at the screen up ahead.
Just as I was about to step away, she turned back with a sharp smirk."Oh—and Hiro?"She tilted her head. "Give Flashy a proper beating for me."
I looked over my shoulder, grinning. "Wasn't planning on holding back."
Jiro visibly shivered. "Yeah… remind me to never end up on your bad side."
Nozomi chuckled softly. "That's actually harder than you'd think."
I didn't look back as I walked toward the arena.
Time to give some flashy hero a very un-flashy defeat.
The stadium was shaking before the fight even began.
Bakugo stood at his gate, shoulders tense, explosions popping from his palms in sharp, irritated bursts. His eyes burned with pure aggression—this was his stage, and he intended to prove it.
Across the arena, Hiro stepped out calmly.
No theatrics. No wave. No grin.
Just focus.
The crowd murmured—this was the first time many of them were seeing Hiro fight seriously. He rolled his shoulders once, exhaled, and looked straight at Bakugo.
Bakugo sneered."Try not to blink."
Present Mic's voice boomed."SEMIFINALS, BABY! THIS IS WHAT WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR—BEGIN!"
Bakugo launched instantly.
The arena detonated as he rocketed forward, explosions chaining together, speed and violence fused into a single missile.
"DIE!"
Hiro didn't move.
At the last second—he shifted.
Bakugo's explosion tore past him, ripping a trench through the arena floor. Before Bakugo could turn, Hiro slammed a fist into his ribs.
BOOM.
Bakugo flew—skidding, tumbling, crashing into the dirt.
The crowd gasped.
Bakugo sprang back up, furious."YOU—!"
Hiro was already there.
A knee to the gut.An elbow to the jaw.A sweep that slammed Bakugo flat again.
Bakugo coughed, eyes wide—not in pain, but in shock.
'He's fast.'
Bakugo exploded upward, spinning.
"STUN GRENADE!"
Light flooded the arena.
Hiro closed his eyes, turned his head—and charged straight through it.
Bakugo barely had time to react before Hiro grabbed his wrist mid-blast and twisted. Bakugo grunted in pain as the explosion misfired into the ground, blowing both of them apart.
They landed on opposite ends.
Smoke rose.
Bakugo laughed through blood at the corner of his mouth."HAHA—YES! THAT'S MORE LIKE IT!"
He went airborne, explosions roaring, spiraling higher and higher.
"AP SHOT!"
Compressed blasts rained down like artillery.
Hiro sprinted through them—dodging some, tanking others, his soul-flux flaring visibly now. Each hit should have slowed him.
It didn't.
He jumped—caught Bakugo midair—and suplexed him into the arena floor.
The impact cracked the stadium.
Bakugo bounced.
He didn't get up immediately.
The crowd was dead silent.
Bakugo forced himself up, legs shaking, rage burning hotter than ever.
"I WON'T—LOSE—TO YOU!"
He slammed his palms together.
"HOWITZER"
He spun like a living bomb, explosions stacking, pressure building—then unleashed it all in a massive spiral detonation that swallowed the entire arena.
"IMPACT!!!"
A nuclear bloom of fire and shockwave erupted.
The crowd screamed.
Dust. Fire. Silence.
Slowly… a figure emerged.
Hiro.
Burn marks across his uniform. Breathing slightly heavier now due to the accumulation of using soul-flux for a whole day.
Still standing.
Bakugo stared.
"…No way."
Hiro cracked his neck."Your power's incredible," he said honestly before a smirk formed on his face. "But you fight like you're alone."
Then he disappeared.
Bakugo barely turned before a punch slammed into his face—followed by another, and another. Hiro didn't stop. He wasn't wild. He was precise.
Each hit landed clean.
Body. Jaw. Gut. Legs.
Bakugo fired explosions point-blank—Hiro took them, grabbed him, and slammed him into the ground again.
Again.
Again.
The crowd was roaring now—half shock, half disbelief.
Bakugo tried to rise.
Hiro stomped the ground beside his head—warning, not a cheap shot.
"Get up," he said. "You're not done."
Bakugo screamed and surged up, unleashing everything he had left.
Explosions lit the sky.
Hiro met him head-on.
The collision was cataclysmic.
Shockwaves ripped through the stadium as fists, blasts, and raw force collided. Bakugo screamed with effort, veins bulging, sweat flying.
Hiro pushed through it.
He drove his fist into Bakugo's stomach.
Bakugo's eyes went wide.
Air left his lungs.
Hiro followed with an uppercut that sent Bakugo flying—then leapt after him and hammered him back down with both fists.
Bakugo hit the ground and didn't bounce this time.
He tried to move.
His body didn't listen.
Hiro stood over him, breathing hard, chest rising and falling.
"…You're amazing," Hiro said quietly. "But today—"
Bakugo laughed weakly.
"…Shut up…"
He tried to stand.
Collapsed.
Midnight snapped her whip.
"WINNER—KIRIGAYA HIRO!"
The stadium erupted.
Medics rushed in.
Bakugo lay on his back, staring at the sky, fists clenched, teeth grinding in pure rage and disbelief.
Hiro turned away respectfully, raising a hand to the crowd.
From the stands, Class 1-A was silent.
Kirishima whispered, "…That was so cool."
Aizawa nodded grimly. "Bakugo didn't lose because he was weak."
Bakugo slammed his fist into the dirt once—hard.
"…I'll beat him next time."
Hiro heard it.
And smiled.
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How was that fight? Hiro finally fights seriously, though not going all-out, and is saving power for the ultimate fight, which will be the finals.
Incredible
or
meh(if so, leave a review or a comment and I will work on it.)
I am trying to end the sports festival as it has gone on way too long, so it will most likely end in the next chapter, which is later today. See you then.
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