章 33: Chapter 33 - Sports Festival: Let's Go, Plus Ultra!!
(Nero POV)
The day of the big event had arrived.
Everyone from Class 1-A was waiting in the waiting room, excited for what was to come. I was sitting in a chair with Ochaco on my left, Gwen in front of me, Cassandra silently on my right, and Michiru next to Gwen.
Michiru looked at me and pointed her finger at me, asking curiously, "Why are you wearing glasses?"
Her doubt was quite justifiable. I wore sunglasses so dark that people couldn't see my golden iris. These sunglasses were simply to keep my eyes covered. Since my eyes are like a passive ability that can never be turned off, I needed these glasses to keep them from overwhelming me.
Putting that aside, I looked at Michiru. "It's stylish, plus it helps with my quirk."
"Oh!" she exclaimed cutely. "But it's a shame we can't wear our costumes," Michiru said, throwing part of her body onto the table. Michiru was wearing Yuuei's gym clothes, like the rest of us.
"Ahem! You say that, but your costume and Nero's are the simplest things in the world," Gwen commented with a smile on her lips, pointing at Michiru.
Michiru lifted her body and shrugged, saying, "Simplicity is a virtue."
"I can't help but agree with Michi," I said, shaking my head and crossing my arms.
"Michi!?" She lifted her cute ears.
"A cute nickname for a cute Tanuki," I replied.
Gwen let out a laugh when she saw Michiru turning red with embarrassment and anger. Meanwhile, Ochaco, next to me, raised her hand, placing it near her lips, and said, "But doesn't Michi mean path or something like that?"
The red began to blend with Michiru's skin tone, and she placed her hands on the table, lifting her body and looking at me with a deadly glare. But Gwen, being Gwen, decided to throw some gasoline on the fire just to see what would happen.
"Although Michi actually means 'path' in Japanese, things get even more interesting in Spanish, as Michi is slang for 'kitty' or pet cat," Gwen said with a devilish smile, placing her finger on her chin.
"Are you calling me a pet cat?" Michiru exclaimed, red with anger, jumping across the table towards me. Her hands grabbed my shoulders, and thanks to gravity, we both fell to the ground.
"Help, a wild cat is attacking me!" I exclaimed with a smile, as Michiru clung to me, and we rolled across the floor.
"Who are you calling a wildcat?" Her blue tail wrapped around me, and we continued to spin on the floor. We stopped, and she was straddling me, looking at me with a serious expression, while she pinned my hands to the ground and her tail held my waist.
"This was supposed to be a fight, but it looks more like mating," Gwen commented, not missing the opportunity, making Michiru instantly blush.
"W-what are you talking about?" She stuttered a little, glaring at Gwen, who just shrugged, though her eyes showed a gleam of jealousy. Michi turned her eyes toward me.
"It's your fault," Michi almost growled, baring her fangs, while her hands still pinned me to the ground. I made the most pitiful face in the world, with small (fake) tears coming out of my eyes.
"You may have my body, but you will never have my heart," I said, turning my face away, awaiting my sad fate. After all, how could I, a weak male, resist a female's attack?
"What!?" She exclaimed, jumping back in embarrassment. The contrast between her flushed face and her fur was quite beautiful.
"This would make a great hentai."
At Gwen's words, Ochaco slapped her hand over her face in embarrassment.
"You!!!" Michi, who was standing, pointed her finger at Gwen.
Seeing that our little Tanuki might end up exploding with rage, I got up from the floor and touched her hair. "It's okay, it's over." My hand gently smoothed her hair.
"Don't treat me like a child." Even with those words, she didn't take my hand out of her hair. I smiled, but before I could say anything, a challenging voice echoed through the waiting room.
"Fujiwara!"
With my hand still in Michi's hair, I turned to the owner of the voice, seeing a boy with red and white hair who was looking at me defiantly with his blue and red eyes.
"What's wrong, Todoroki?" I asked, ignoring the looks that were directed at us.
"I'll be blunt, it doesn't matter if you consider yourself the strongest, I believe I'm the strongest," he said, closing his hands, and even though his eyes were stoic, there was a gleam of determination in them.
I just stayed silent, enjoying Michi's soft hair and ears.
"Then rest assured that I..." Todoroki stared at me intensely. "I will defeat you." In his voice, there was the purest tone of confidence and rivalry, but it wasn't a bad rivalry. It is one that makes you want to improve.
Everyone from 1-A looked at us. The first to speak up was Ashido.
"Wow! That was quite a declaration of war," she said playfully as if she enjoyed the show.
I moved my hand over Michi's hair, supporting my body, with a slightly amused smile on my lips.
"Normally, a declaration of war should be made when two people are on the same level."
Todoroki, upon hearing my words, gripped his hands even tighter but continued to look at me with the fire of competitiveness.
"But even so, I accept your declaration of war. And since you are the challenger, don't complain. After all, I will go all out." The smile on my lips grew.
"Oh!" He looked at me with a slight smile and didn't say anything else.
Meanwhile, Kirishima passed his arm over his eyes, which were threatening to release tears.
"That..." he said, almost sobbing. "That's so manly."
Let's just ignore this guy.
"How long are you going to keep your hand in my hair?" Michi asked, but without moving my hand away.
"Not much, since it's time," I said, pointing to the door, listening to the voices that started to arrive.
"TO ALL THE MEDIA PRESENT. THIS YEAR, YOUR FAVORITE HIGH SCHOOL STUDENTS WILL DEMONSTRATE THEIR POWER OF YOUTH AGAIN. THE YUUEI SPORTS FESTIVAL HAS ALREADY STARTED! EVERYBODY, ARE YOU READY!!?"
With Present Mic's voice echoing everywhere, it was about time for us to introduce ourselves. Without the slightest hesitation, we walked through the door.
This will be fun.
With that thought, we walked down the hall.
"NOW LET'S START THIS FESTIVAL," Present Mic said. "LET ME GUESS, YOU'RE ALL HERE TO SEE THEM, AREN'T YOU!? THE NEW STARS WHO FACED VILLAINS WITH NERVES OF STEEL."
The voice echoed through the hall, making several students nervous.
"From the heroic department, first year, but you're here to see Class 1-A, right?" Present Mic shouted, announcing the arrival of the participants.
Haha! This already marked us as enemies.
"SAY HELLO TO THE UPCOMING PRO-HERO STARS!"
With his voice, we stepped into the stadium, being greeted by:
"WOAAAAH!!" The entire stadium shouted when they saw us entering.
The screams scared everyone who wasn't expecting it, and Ochaco simply jumped back, making me smile.
With a slight smile, I looked around, seeing a gigantic stadium, with countless people easily numbering in the thousands.
"*Whistling* Surely there are a lot of people, right?" Kyoka said as she looked around the enthusiastic stands.
"That's the power of fame," I said, smiling at her.
"Y-yes." Kyoka replied, now noticing the thousands of gazes and cameras pointing at us. "That's even a little scary." She raised her hand, scratching her cheek in embarrassment.
"Cute." I couldn't help but speak out loud.
"W-what?!" Kyoka exclaimed in surprise upon hearing my innocent words.
"You do that on purpose, right?" Gwen said next to me.
"Purpose, what?!" I exclaimed, tilting my head to the side.
"Leave it there." Gwen waved her hand, while Ochaco shrugged.
Before I could fully understand, a new voice was heard.
"Now, now, fair play!" Suddenly, the sound of a whip was heard. Everyone in their seats looked at the podium, speechless.
"Alright, newbies! I'm Midnight, the R-rated heroine. A pleasure!" she said sensually, posing very suggestively.
I looked at the beautiful woman on the podium.
Midnight is a tall, curvaceous woman with sky-blue eyes slanted downward in the center, framed by a set of rather long eyelashes. She had long, thick, spiky, dark purple hair, made up of layers of varying lengths, the longest reaching below her waist. Her chin-length bangs were divided into three sections: two swept to the sides and one across her face, running diagonally down to the left between her eyes. She also had a small beauty mark below her left eye, as well as red-painted nails.
Her hero costume was remarkably similar to that of a traditional dominatrix. She wore a breastless black leather leotard - similar in style to a corset - over a thin, form-fitting white bodysuit, which accentuated her voluptuous figure. Her mesh center stripe was embellished with red gemstone-like accessories in a vertical pattern, stretching from her collar to her stomach. She also wore thigh-high translucent black garter stockings attached to a burgundy utility belt decorated with gold studs around her hips, a matching pentagonal buckle in the center, and black knee-high boots. She had a small red mask outlining her eyes and a handcuff on each wrist.
So that's the R-rated Hero Midnight.
Well, her beauty and sexuality are undeniable. Basically, she's the fanservice heroine.
Proof of this was that all the students' blood rushed to their brains when they saw this beautiful woman striking suggestive poses.
After Midnight's display, she opened her mouth and said:
"Now, the first-year representative will give us a few words... it is none other than... Nero Fujiwara!" Midnight announced, blinking her eyes as she smiled. "Come to the stage!"
••• ••• •••
(Midnight POV)
After hearing my words, Class 1-A didn't seem shocked. Their looks conveyed more of a "Well, that was expected." However, there was a certain student who was visibly uncomfortable.
"Damn, why is it him?!" Bakugou was angry.
"Well, after all, he came first in the entrance exam," replied Ochaco.
Soon after, a voice grumbled.
"It's just in the Hero Department, right?"
Even so, many students in the General Department felt envious. He was not only handsome but also the best.
The other students looked frustrated, as it was once again a student from 1-A standing out. He was a little mean, but the other students were just a bonus. However, it was normal since, except for Class 1-A, no one fought villains and won. The others, what did they do?
They did nothing, so they became nothing more than a foil.
However, Class 1-A had become enemies with everyone, especially Nero, who led the class. This was noticeable by the looks he was receiving; it was almost possible to feel everyone's resentment, as they found it unacceptable that Class 1-A received all the attention.
"Are we just their foil?"
"It's always Class 1-A! What's so special about them?"
"Yuuei isn't just about Class 1-A!"
But Nero, not caring about the bitter looks in his direction and the murmurs, walked to the podium. He lifted his face, revealing his golden eyes.
Usually, young men don't have the courage to look me in the eyes, making them embarrassed, but Nero looked directly, with a slight smile.
"Thank you, Midnight-sensei," he said politely, without taking his eyes off mine.
"No problem~!" I said with a sweet smile.
Nero smiled, turning to all the students, taking the microphone. I started to get turned on by his words, feeling a certain part of me heat up. Ever since the entrance exam, this boy caught my attention. Now, I wanted to hear what he was going to tell the world.
All eyes turned to the 15-year-old.
Nero took the microphone.
"Hello everyone~," he said softly and melodiously, "I hope we can all compete fairly, with good sportsmanship."
...
Everyone was silent, a silence that seemed to say: "That's it?"
But soon after, Nero broke the silence.
"Well, that said, I can see a great deal of dissatisfaction and resentment towards us in 1-A." He said, drawing several angry glares.
Oh! He poked the wound directly.
I thought, seeing that things were going to get lively.
"About this, I have only one thing to say." His smile disappeared, replaced by a serious expression. "Pathetic." He exclaimed, his black glasses reflecting a slight golden glow as he stared down the crowd.
...
The anger turned into hatred, and everyone in the other departments started cursing.
"Your thoughts might be that this is unfair or unequal.
But know that we, as humans, are only equal in inequality.
There will always be inequality, for better or worse, but aren't you accepting this inequality too easily?" His words had a tone of intensity.
Many lowered their heads, unable to meet his golden gaze.
"If you think this inequality is unfair, fight. If you think we don't deserve the podium, fight. If you think I'm arrogant, fight.
Understand this: we are here to be heroes. Our job is to overcome inequality, whether it's social inequality or inequality in talent or strength.
So, instead of complaining like children, start showing some results. If you don't have talent or strong quirks, you still have a body, a head on your shoulders, arms, and legs. Use every ounce of your being to overcome difficulties and inequalities. Overcome your limits and show the world that you can surpass even the inequality you were born with."
He... dispelled all the looks of indignation, transforming them into looks of shame, and then, looks of admiration.
Meanwhile, I felt a thrill pass through my body. His words were challenging and inspiring.
His serious look disappeared and a smile formed on his lips.
"And as the teachers say…" Nero raised his right arm.
And all the students naturally followed his movement.
"""""Plus Ultra!!""""
A chorus of all the students echoed through the stadium, while all eyes were focused on Nero, filled with admiration and rivalry.
I was right, this kid is something special.
I thought, running my tongue across my lips as my eyes remained glued to him.
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