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"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO THE FINAL EVENT OF THE U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL!"

Present Mic. His voice was a force of nature that swept through the stadium like a tidal wave.

"Our students have fought tooth and nail to make it this far, and now it's time to see who has the guts, the grit, and the sheer guts to claim the top spot!"

The crowd roared in response, a sound that shook the very foundations of the earth. It was a primal thing, a release of raw emotion that sent shivers racing down my spine. But I stood tall, my shoulders squared, my eyes fixed on the light at the end of the tunnel.

This was my moment. My chance to show the world the fire that burned within me, the unbreakable spirit that had carried me through every trial and every tribulation.

"Young Midoriya."

The voice was like a rumble of distant thunder, a sound that resonated in my bones. I turned, my eyes meeting the electric blue of All Might's gaze.

"All Might," I acknowledged, a grin tugging at my lips. "Come to give me a pep talk?"

He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. "Do you need one?"

I shrugged, the movement loose and easy. "Nah. I'm feeling pretty good about my chances. Can't allow the Symbol of Peace's successor to lose in the first round, now can I?"

All Might's eyebrows shot up, surprise flickering across his chiseled features. "Wait... so you'll accept it? My quirk?"

I met his gaze, my own unwavering. "Yes. After the festival, I accept your quirk. I'm ready to take on that responsibility, to carry on your legacy."

For a moment, All Might was silent, his eyes searching mine. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, wide and brilliant.

"I knew I chose well with you, young Midoriya," he said, his voice soft with pride. "You have the heart of a true hero."

I felt a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the heat of the day.

"I won't let you down, All Might," I vowed, my voice steady and sure. "I'll make you proud."

He clapped a hand on my shoulder, the weight of it solid and grounding. "You already have, my boy. You already have."

With a final nod, he turned and strode away, his cape billowing behind him. I watched him go, my resolve hardening into something unbreakable.

Failure was not an option.

"Our first match is sure to be a showstopper!" Present Mic's voice boomed, cutting through the anticipatory hush that had fallen over the stadium. "In one corner, we have the rising star of the hero course, the green-haired wonder who's taken this festival by storm - Izuku Midoriya!"

The crowd erupted as I stepped forward, out of the shadows and into the blinding brilliance of the arena.

I could feel the weight of a thousand eyes upon me, could hear the rustle and murmur of countless voices. But I let it wash over me, through me, my focus narrowing to a single, unbreakable point.

"And in the other corner," Present Mic continued, his voice dripping with dramatic flair, "we have the dark horse from general studies, the enigma with a quirk that's stumped even the most astute observers - Hitoshi Shinso!"

Another roar from the crowd, this one edged with a curious anticipation. Shinso was a mystery, a puzzle waiting to be solved. But I had the key, thanks to Ojiro's warning and my own quick thinking.

Now, it was simply a matter of execution.

As I stood across from Shinso, the tension in the air was palpable. The crowd's cheers faded into a low hum, the world narrowing down to this moment, this opponent.

Cementoss' voice cut through, a grave reminder of the stakes at hand. "If the battle gets too dangerous, I will step in to stop it."

I nodded, my gaze never leaving Shinso's. I understood the weight of that statement, the responsibility that came with the power we wielded. Across from me, Shinso inclined his head, a gesture of acknowledgment, of acceptance.

Midnight stepped forward, her voice ringing out clear and sharp. "Competitors ready?"

I shifted my stance, the Tandava humming beneath my skin. Ready was an understatement. I was coiled, poised, every nerve prepared for what was to come.

"Go!"

The word had barely left Midnight's lips before Shinso started, his face twisted into a sneer.

"So, I guess the Hero Course students just give up, huh?" He taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "That monkey was going on and on about pride earlier, but I just think he's an idiot for wasting this chance."

I remained silent, my expression impassive. I knew his game, knew the trap he was trying to lay. And I wouldn't fall for it.

Shinso's eyes narrowed, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. "What's the matter, Midoriya? Too good to talk to me? Too busy basking in the glory of your powerful quirk? Or if I was some hot groupie, would I have a better chance for a response then?"

I felt a smile tug at the corner of my mouth. If he thought he could goad me into a response, he had another thing coming. Slowly, I raised a hand, pressing a finger to my lips in a universal gesture of silence.

Shinso's eyes widened, realization dawning. He knew that I knew, that I had figured out the key to his quirk. And in that moment, I saw a flash of something in his gaze - fear, uncertainty, the knowledge that his usual tricks wouldn't work here.

But to his credit, he didn't falter. He actually launched himself at me, fists clenched and eyes blazing.

I was ready for him. I sidestepped his charge with a fluidity that sent a ripple of gasps through the crowd. The Tandava guided my movements, each step a beat in a primal dance.

As Shinso stumbled past, I pivoted, my leg connecting solidly with his stomach. I felt the impact reverberate up my body and heard the whoosh of air leaving his lungs in a pained gasp.

He doubled over, coughing and spluttering, his face rapidly turning an alarming shade of red. For a moment, I thought he might crumple completely. But he clung to consciousness, his knuckles white as he braced himself on his knees.

I turned to Midnight, a silent question in my eyes. Was this the end?

She met my gaze, then looked to Shinso, her expression unreadable. "Shinso, do you yield?"

For a long, tense moment, there was no response. Then, slowly, Shinso straightened. His face was pale, his breathing labored, but his eyes... his eyes burned with a fierce, unyielding determination.

"No," he rasped. "I don't yield. Not now, not ever."

He had guts, I'd give him that. But guts alone wouldn't win this fight.

He came again, a flurry of punches that would have overwhelmed a non-fighter. But to me, it was like watching a movie in slow motion. I saw every twitch of his muscles, every shift in his balance. And I responded accordingly.

I wove between his strikes, my body bending and flowing like water. Not a single blow landed, each one whistling harmlessly past as I danced just out of reach.

I could see the frustration mounting in Shinso's eyes, the desperation creeping into his movements. He was throwing everything he had at me, but it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

Slowly, I began to press my advantage. I darted in, my fists and feet finding their marks with surgical precision. Each blow was a statement, a declaration of dominance.

Shinso staggered under the onslaught, his defenses crumbling. I could see the realization dawning in his eyes, the bitter acknowledgment of defeat. But still, he fought on, pride and stubbornness driving him forward even as his body betrayed him.

It was almost pitiful, in a way. The way he clung to hope, to the delusion that he could somehow turn the tide. But I wouldn't let him suffer long.

With a final, decisive blow, I sent Shinso flying backwards, his body arcing through the air like a rag doll. He hit the ground hard, skidding and rolling until he came to a stop outside of the ring's edge.

Midnight's hand fell, her voice ringing out clear and decisive. "Hitoshi Shinso has been knocked out of bounds! Izuku Midoriya is the winner!"

The crowd erupted, but I barely heard it. My focus was on Shinso, on the way his shoulders slumped, his head bowed in defeat.

I approached him, my hand outstretched. He looked up, wariness and shame warring in his expression. But after a moment, he reached out, grasping my hand and allowing me to pull him to his feet.

"Your quirk is incredible," I said, my voice low and sincere. "With the right training, you could be a force to be reckoned with."

Shinso stared at me, surprise flickering in his gaze. Then, slowly, a wry smile tugged at his lips. "Yeah, well. Guess I've got some work to do."

I clapped him on the shoulder. "Don't we all. If you want some pointers, I'll be more than happy to help you out."

"Yeah? I'd like that."

[Shoto Todoroki's POV]

I turned away from the ring, my footsteps echoing in the tunnel as I made my way towards the entrance. The air was cool and damp, a stark contrast to the heat and noise of the arena. Of course Midoriya won. There had never been any doubt in my mind.

But as I rounded the corner, I found my path blocked by a figure that I knew all too well. A figure that seemed to radiate a palpable aura of intensity, of barely-restrained power.

Endeavor.

My father.

He stood there, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his eyes boring into me. For a moment, we just stared at each other, a silent battle of wills that crackled with unspoken tension.

Finally, he spoke. "That green-haired brat. He's really starting to get on my nerves."

I felt my jaw clench, my hands curling into fists at my sides. Of course. Of course he would be fixated on Midoriya, on the one person who seemed to be outshining me at every turn.

"And?" I bit out. "What do you want me to do about it?"

Endeavor's eyes narrowed, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "What do I want you to do? I want you to crush him. To show the world that you're the true heir to my legacy, the one destined to surpass All Might."

He took a step forward. "You have the power, Shoto. The potential. But you're holding back. You're not using everything at your disposal."

I knew what he was getting at. Knew the unspoken accusation that lay behind his words. My fire. The half of my quirk that I had sworn never to use, the half that I associated with him and everything he represented.

"I don't need my fire, I can beat Midoriya without it. I can beat anyone without it."

Endeavor's face twisted, a snarl of frustration and contempt. "Don't be a fool, Shoto. Your fire is a part of you, whether you like it or not. And if you want to be the best, if you want to fulfill your destiny... you're going to have to embrace it."

How dare he. How dare he stand there and lecture me about my quirk, about my potential. As if he hadn't been the one to drill it into me, day after day, year after year, he's the reason this fire is a curse, a burden, a reminder of everything I hated about myself.

"I am not you," I hissed, my voice shaking with the force of my anger. "I will never be you. And I will never use my fire, not for you."

For a moment, Endeavor just stared at me, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his face, a smile that held no warmth, no affection. Only a cold, ruthless satisfaction.

"We'll see about that," he said, his voice a low, ominous rumble. "We'll see how long you can cling to your foolish ideals, how long you can deny the true nature of your power."

He turned to walk away, his footsteps echoing in the silence of the tunnel. But before he disappeared from view, he paused, glancing back over his shoulder with a look that sent a chill down my spine.

"Remember, Shoto. You are my masterpiece. My legacy. And sooner or later, you will embrace that legacy, whether you want to or not."

I stood there for a long moment, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The anger was still there, simmering just beneath the surface, but it was tempered now by a cold, hard determination.

I would show him. I would show everyone. I didn't need my fire to be the best, to be the hero I was meant to be.

And I would start by winning this match, by proving that I could beat anyone, even Midoriya, with the power of my ice alone.

With a final, steadying breath, I stepped out into the light of the arena, the roar of the crowd washing over me like a physical force.

It was time. Time to show the world what Shoto Todoroki was made of, time to take my place at the top of the podium.

[Izuku Midoriya's POV]

I strode into the 1-A booth, the roar of the crowd still echoing in my bones. The high of victory thrummed through my veins, electric and alive. I had done it. I had shown the world a glimpse of what I could do, of the hero I was becoming.

"Izuku!" Momo's voice cut through warm and bright. "You were amazing out there!"

I grinned, making my way over to where she and Jiro were sitting. Momo's eyes sparkled with pride and something deeper, something that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I dropped into the seat between them, slinging an arm around Momo's shoulders and pulling her close.

"Thanks," I said, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. "But you know me. I'm just getting started."

Jiro snorted, punching me lightly in the shoulder. "Listen to you, wonder boy. Don't go getting a big head now."

I laughed. "Wouldn't dream of it, Jiro. Even if I did, that's what I have you two for."

Across the booth, I saw Ojiro. He was sitting with Hagakure, laughing at something she said. As if sensing my stare, he glanced over, our eyes locking. He grinned, his hand raised in a silent salute. I returned the gesture. His warning, his sacrifice... it hadn't been for nothing.

"Izuku," Momo murmured, her hand finding mine. "Your next match... it's probably against Todoroki, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it won't be easy," I said, my voice steady. "But I'm ready. I've been training for this, preparing for this."

Momo's fingers tightened around mine. "I know you won't. But Izuku... be careful. Todoroki, he's..."

"Alright, folks!" Present Mic's voice boomed, cutting through the moment. "It's time for our next match!"

I leaned forward, my focus sharpening. This was it. The first glimpse of what Todoroki could really do.

"In the red corner, we have the prodigy of the hero course, the ice-cold powerhouse - Shoto Todoroki!"

The crowd roared, a tsunami of sound. I could feel the anticipation building, the crackle of excitement in the air. But looking at Todoroki he looked different from when we last talked. What happened?

"And in the blue corner, the master of tape, the king of capture - Hanta Sero!"

Another cheer, but one tinged with an undercurrent of nervousness. Everyone knew what Todoroki was capable of. Sero was strong, but against that kind of raw power...

"Begin!"

What happened next was over in a heartbeat. A glacier exploded from Todoroki's foot, a wave of ice that moved faster than the eye could track. It engulfed Sero before he could even blink, leaving him a frozen statue, only his face free from the icy prison.

"Sero," Midnight called, her voice cutting through the stunned silence. "Can you move?"

A beat. Two. Then, slowly, painfully, Sero shook his head, his teeth chattering violently.

"Sero is immobilized!" Midnight declared, her voice ringing out over the stunned silence. "Todoroki wins!"

The crowd erupted, but I barely heard them. My eyes were locked on Todoroki, on the way he stood there, his gaze fixed on the horizon.

"Damn," Jiro breathed. "That was..."

"Ruthless," Momo finished, her voice tight.

I said nothing, my mind whirling. Todoroki's power, his skill... it was staggering. Overwhelming.

But I wasn't afraid. No, as I sat there, Momo's hand in mine, Jiro's solid presence at my side, I felt something else entirely.

The thrill of a challenge, of a mountain to be climbed and a summit to be reached.

Todoroki wasn't just another obstacle. He was the bar, the standard by which I would measure myself.

And I wasn't just going to meet that standard. I was going to surpass it.