The crowd roared like a living beast, thousands of voices melting into a single thunderous wave that shook the very air. Cameras pointed toward the massive stadium entrance while reporters jostled for position along the press line, each one desperate to capture the perfect angle for what would surely be the most watched broadcast of the year.
A brown haired woman in a professional blazer stood at the front of the press section, gripping her microphone with barely contained excitement. Her cameraman gave her the countdown signal.
"Good morning, Japan!" she shouted over the crowd's racket. "I'm reporting live from U.A. Academy's stadium here in Musutafu, and I can barely hear my own thoughts over this incredible atmosphere! Today marks the start of what many consider the most important event in the hero community: the U.A. Sports Festival!"
She gestured broadly toward the packed stadium behind her, where thousands of spectators filled every available seat. Banners waved in the morning breeze, vendors shouted about their merchandise, and the very air seemed to hum with anticipation.
"For anyone just tuning in, this annual tournament showcases the next generation of heroes as they compete in a series of grueling challenges built to test their strength, strategy, and determination!" She paused for effect, her expression turning serious. "However, this year's festival carries extra weight following the recent villain attack on U.A.'s U.S.J. facility. Many are wondering: is this event meant to demonstrate strength? Is it a statement to the newly formed League of Villains that the hero community refuses to be intimidated?"
The cameraman zoomed in on her face as she delivered her closing line.
"Whatever the answer, one thing is certain: the eyes of the entire nation are on us today, and the students of U.A. are about to prove exactly why this school produces the greatest heroes in..."
WHOOOOOOSH!
Something blasted past her peripheral vision at thunderous speed. The gust of wind hit her hard, lifting her skirt high above her waist and exposing her white panties.
"KYAAAAA!"
Her scream pierced the stadium noise as she desperately shoved her skirt back down, her face turning a furious shade of red.
Ren ran like his life depended on it, his legs pumping as he weaved through the massive crowd gathering outside the stadium entrance. His lungs burned and sweat dripped down his forehead, but he couldn't afford to slow down.
Damn Mitsuki and her damn perfect ass, he thought frantically while dodging a group of excited fans. I can't believe she wore me out so bad I slept right through three alarms!
His phone had been buzzing with increasingly frantic messages from Ochako for the last twenty minutes. Each one more terrified than the last. The most recent one simply read: "REN WHERE ARE YOU THE FESTIVAL IS STARTING OH MY GOD YOU'RE GONNA MISS IT!!!!!!"
The memory of Mitsuki's smug grin flashed through his mind as he leapt over a vendor's cart.
Worth it though.
He caught a flash of brown hair and a professional blazer in his peripheral vision and tried to swerve around her. His hand placement, however, was catastrophically imperfect.
FLIP!
His palm hooked the hem of her skirt as he blasted past her at full speed, flipping it completely up. Time seemed to slow as he sailed through the air, getting a clear view of white cotton panties with a tiny pink bow before his feet hit the ground running.
Wait, isn't that the nameless reporter from the early chapters of My Hero Academia?
"KYAAAAA!"
The scream confirmed his suspicion.
"NICE PANTIES!" he yelled over his shoulder without breaking stride.
Behind him, the reporter stood frozen in mortification, her hands pressed against her skirt while her brain tried to process what had just happened.
W-was that... was that one of the U.A. students? she thought, her face burning. He just... I should've stopped him for an interview...!
Ren reached the stadium entrance where security guards were checking bags and credentials. He flashed his student ID while trying to catch his breath.
"Student ID... Ren Hayashi... Class 1-A..." one guard muttered, scanning the card.
The other guard gave him a quick pat down, checking for prohibited items. Ren bounced on his heels impatiently.
"You're cutting it close, kid," the first guard said, handing his ID back.
"Yeah, I know, I know, can I go?"
"You're clear!"
Ren shot through the gates onto the stadium grounds, zigzagging between groups of spectators heading to their seats.
A food stand appeared on his left, with a sign reading "TAKOYAKI - HOT AND FRESH!" in bright red letters and a heroine walking out of it.
Ren's trajectory was already locked in. He was moving way too fast to stop. His brain registered "obstacle ahead" and his body reacted on instinct, hands coming up defensively to brace for impact.
WHAM!
He collided with something soft, springy, and far too perfect. His hands sank into the magnificent flesh, his fingers molding around curves that could only be described as divine. The texture, the warmth, the way they yielded under his grip like the finest silk pillows stuffed with clouds...
This shape... this softness... this incredible volume...
His face pressed against blonde hair that smelled faintly of vanilla.
There's no way she's...
"Nghh... what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
The voice confirmed it. Ren's eyes shot open, meeting the furious purple eyes of Mt. Lady, his hands still firmly attached to her breasts through her costume.
MT. LADY?!
"I, uh..." His brain struggled to form coherent words while his hands continued their unauthorized inspection. "Can I explain?"
"EXPLAIN WHILE YOUR HANDS ARE STILL ON MY BREASTS?!" Mt. Lady's face flared red with embarrassment.
Get it together, Ren! This is Mt. Lady! The final boss of titties! One more second and you'll be stuck like a fly in honey!
He let go and jumped backward, hands raised in surrender.
"I'm super sorry, ma'am, but I'm running late for the festival and I couldn't stop in time and..."
"MA'AM?!"
Oh, shit, wrong word.
"I MEAN MISS! BEAUTIFUL MISS! GORGEOUS MISS! UNBELIEVABLY YOUNG AND ATTRACTIVE BIG BREASTED MISS!" He was already backing away, scanning for an escape route.
Mt. Lady's eye twitched dangerously.
"Listen here, you little bald..."
Ren didn't wait to hear the rest. He spun on his heels and bolted, leaving a trail of dust behind him.
"I'M REALLY SORRY BUT I GOTTA GO!" he yelled back.
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING MA'AM, YOU DAMN BALD BRAT?!" Mt. Lady's voice echoed across the plaza, loud enough to make several nearby spectators turn and stare.
She looked down at the concrete where her fresh batch of takoyaki had fallen, now scattered across the ground. Her eyes darkened with barely contained fury.
"My... takoyaki..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Uh, Yu?" Kamui Woods appeared at her side, holding his own container of teriyaki skewers. "Weren't you on a diet? Didn't you say just yesterday you needed to cut..."
She shot him a murderous glare.
"Ahem. Ahem." Kamui Woods cleared his throat, his wooden fingers nervously adjusting his collar. "Lovely weather we're having today. Very pleasant. Excellent cloud formations. Did you happen to notice that bald kid who just ran past? Very unusual. Completely unpredictable, that whole bald kid weather phenomenon."
A vein pulsed visibly in Mt. Lady's forehead, threatening to burst.
"Woods," she said quietly, with a cold smile.
"Y-yes?"
"Shut up before I turn you into firewood for the chimney."
"Y-your wish is my command."
Ren burst through the doors of the men's locker room, his heart hammering against his ribs like it was trying to escape. He grabbed his gym uniform from his assigned locker and stripped down at record speed, wasting no time on modesty since the room was empty.
I made it. Holy crap, I actually made it.
He pulled the U.A. gym uniform over his head, smoothed out the pants, and checked himself in the mirror. He looked presentable enough. His reflection showed cheeks flushed from the sprint, but otherwise he looked ready.
The sound of the crowd filtered through the walls, a constant rumble that made the floor vibrate beneath his feet. Ren took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing pulse.
This is it. The U.A. Sports Festival. The event that literally makes or breaks hero careers.
He thought about all the pro heroes who'd be watching. The recruiters from various agencies. The millions of viewers tuning in from across the country. His hands trembled slightly.
No pressure or anything.
He slapped his cheeks lightly, hyping himself up.
"Come on, Ren. You've groped half your class, survived a villain attack, and managed to seduce Mitsuki Bakugo. You can handle a sports festival."
His phone buzzed. Another message from Ochako: "WE'RE LINING UP RIGHT NOW WHERE ARE YOU?!?!?!"
"Shit!"
Ren grabbed his belongings, shoved them into his locker, and bolted for the tunnel leading to the stadium field.
The tunnel stretched out ahead of him, dark except for the blinding light at the end where the stadium opened up. He could hear Present Mic's voice booming over the speakers, hyping up the crowd. His footsteps echoed against the concrete walls as he ran.
The crowd's roar grew with every step.
Holy hell.
Thousands of people packed the stands, their collective voice creating a massive sound. Cameras pointed from every angle and giant screens displayed the field in high definition; he caught a glimpse of himself on the huge screen and immediately looked away. The morning sun glittered off the perfectly manicured grass, and at the center of it all stood the elevated platform where the students would gather.
I'M AT THE SPORTS FESTIVAL! I'M ACTUALLY AT THE FREAKING SPORTS FESTIVAL!
"Ren!"
He turned toward the voice and saw Class 1-A gathered near the entrance, lined up in neat rows. Ochako was waving at him frantically from her spot in the formation. Momo stood at the front with a clipboard, taking attendance.
Ren jogged over and slipped into the back row just as Momo's eyes scanned the group. She paused when she saw him, her eyebrows lifting slightly, but she said nothing. Her expression communicated clearly: "We'll be talking about your tardiness later."
Aizawa stood off to the side, sleeping bag tucked under his arm and his usual lazy expression in place. He noticed Ren's arrival and shot him a flat look.
"Hayashi," he said in his monotone voice.
"Yes, sensei?"
"Try not to embarrass the class too much today."
"I'll do my best, sensei."
"That's what worries me." Aizawa turned away, clearly ending the conversation. "Alright, listen up. When we get called, walk out there and try not to trip over your own feet. Present Mic is going to introduce each class. Wave if you want, stand there like idiots if you'd rather. I don't care. Just don't make me regret accepting this teaching job."
Kaminari leaned over and whispered to Kirishima:
"Does he ever say anything motivational?"
"I think that was his version of a pep talk."
The sound system crackled to life and Present Mic's amplified voice exploded across the stadium.
"GOOOOOOOD MORNING, SPORTS FESTIVAL FANS! ARE YOU READY TO WATCH THE FUTURE OF HEROISM UNFOLD BEFORE YOUR VERY EYES?!"
The crowd's response nearly burst eardrums.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOOOOU! I SAID, ARE YOU READY?!"
The stadium shook.
"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT! NOW, WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, LET'S WELCOME OUR COMPETITORS! FIRST UP, FRESH OFF SURVIVING A VILLAIN ATTACK THAT WOULD'VE SENT GROWN HEROES RUNNING, THEY'RE THE TALK OF THE NATION, THE CLASS THAT REFUSED TO BACK DOWN, GIVE IT UP FOR THE STUDENTS OF CLASS 1-AAAAAAA!"
"That's us," Iida said, adjusting his glasses. "Single file formation! Maintain proper spacing! Remember that we represent the honor of U.A.!"
Camera flashes sparkled in every direction and the giant screens broadcast their faces to the crowd; he caught a glimpse of himself on the giant screen and immediately looked away.
Don't think about it. Just walk.
Ochako walked beside him, her face lit up with excitement despite the obvious nerves in her trembling hands.
"This is awesome!" she whispered loudly over the crowd noise. "There's so many people!"
"Way too many for my taste," Ren muttered back.
"You nervous?"
"Beyond terrified."
"Same!" She grinned at him. "But it's a good kinda terrified, you know?"
They reached their designated spot on the field. Class 1-B filed in behind them, then the support course students, and after them general studies. The stadium floor filled with teenagers in matching gym uniforms, all trying to hold it together under the weight of thousands of expectant eyes.
Present Mic continued his introductions, but Ren's attention drifted when a familiar figure climbed up onto the elevated platform at the center of the field.
Nemuri Kayama. Hero name: Midnight.
Oh, boy.
She walked with confidence, her heeled boots clicking against the platform. Her hero costume left absolutely nothing to the imagination: a white leotard cut so high on the legs it practically qualified as a swimsuit, worn over a sheer black bodysuit covering her arms and legs. Her boots came up to her knees, dark purple leather that matched her color scheme perfectly.
The red utility belt around her waist held the handcuffs that were her signature, and a whip dangled from her hip. Her cat eye glasses caught the sunlight as she surveyed the gathered students with a predatory smile.
Looking at it properly, that costume is way too sexy. How is that even allowed on TV?
Ren briefly remembered the moment he'd milked her during the fight against the metal villain.
Definitely one of the best moments of my life.
Midnight raised the microphone to her lips, and when she spoke, her voice spread across the stadium with sensual authority.
"Welcome, everyone, to this year's U.A. Sports Festival!" She paused, letting the crowd's cheers wash over the entire venue. "I'm your hostess for today's events, the R Rated Hero: Midnight! And let me tell you, we have quite the show planned for you!"
She struck a pose, one hand on her hip and the other raising her whip toward the sky. The cameras dutifully zoomed in.
"These students have trained tirelessly for this moment! They've pushed past their limits, conquered their fears, and proven themselves worthy of standing on this field! Today they'll compete for glory, for recognition, and for the chance to prove they have what it takes to become professional heroes!"
The crowd ate it all up, cheering louder with every word.
Ren watched from his spot in the Class 1-A formation, trying not to let his thoughts drift in another direction.
Focus. Don't think about how soft her boobs are... damn it, now I'm thinking about it.
"And now!" Midnight's voice cut through his internal struggle. "Before we kick off the festivities, we have a little tradition here at U.A.! The student with the highest score on the entrance exam will come up and say a few words to their fellow competitors!"
She consulted a small card in her hand.
"This year, that honor goes to... Katsuki Bakugo of Class 1-A!"
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