Part 7

I had made it into the tournament part of the sports festival just by a hair. I wish i wasn't even participating at all, but all the training i did for two weeks would have been a waste. I had won the first few rounds of the tournament.

I was watching as another fight began, it was quite boring i have to say. I was going to go up against Todoroki, the half haired kid from the entrance exam. I only know that his father is Endeavor so that's why I recognized him. A while back his dad and my dad worked together but i doubt he even remembers me.

Before I knew it I was stepping onto the platform of the arena, I grabbed my dad's blade from my boot and gripped the hilt of the knife. I might not win this because he's good at distance attacks and I still struggle. To be able to activate my quirk I have to get close to my attacker.

The fight went on for 5 minutes with him throwing ice towards me and me dodging, but then I saw a flash of orange and red fire on his body but it quickly disappeared. But that wouldn't stop the flashbacks and tears from forming, an image of blue flames flashed through my mind. I felt a tear fall from my jaw, pictures of my dad, and blue flames flooding my mind.

His voice wouldn't get out of my head, "I'll see you again, Akari."

I fell to my knees as Todoroki's ice formed around my body, the tears wouldn't stop as he towered over me. "Why are you crying?" he asked, I pulled my dad's dagger from my boot and sliced it across his face, the hot crimson liquid staining his cheek.

Todorokl jumped back, but I had already swiped the blood off his cheeks. His stupid voice wouldn't get out of my head. My fingers were only inches apart, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't activate my quirk. I wiped my hand on my pants and walked off the arena, disqualifying myself.

I heard the cheers and screams for Todoroki's win as I rushed to the washroom. Why is my stupid head doing this to me, why won't it just shut up, why can't i just have one normal field trip with my class?

My head was filled with flashbacks of my dad and that night. It just keeps repeating over and over and over.

I screamed in frustration, punching the mirror in front of me. My body trembling as the blood pooled into the sink from my knuckles, why don't I just end it now? I know no one would care and I could make this pain go away.

But i can't, because i promised my dad the day mom died that i would never give up and i would live no matter what happened. But i was only three so i didn't understand then, but i do now.

I washed my face and left the bathroom, walking towards Recovery Girl's infirmary. Pain shot through my knuckles as they brushed against the wall, leaving a line of blood from the bathroom to me.

I sped up my pace and rushed into Recovery Girls' infirmary. She had a small smile on her face, she didn't ask any questions. She just kissed my bloodied hand and ushered me out the door, but before she shut the door she said this; "Your father would be so proud of you dear."

I felt the tears ripping at my eyes as I slid down the wall next to the infirmary. Why did she have to say that now, why did she have to mention him?

My eyes burned, tears dripping onto the floor. I heard footsteps coming towards me, they began to slow as they came closer to me. A loud thunk rang next to my ears, I jumped a little from the loud sound. I raised my gaze from the floor to the red eyes of the explosive male from class 1-A.

"Why did you just give up mutey? HUH AREN'T YOU GONNA ANSWER ME?!?! WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP SO EASILY?!?!" he continued to scream at me for just walking off the arena, he hated slackers and people who give up 'too easily'. But he wouldnt understand why i walked off, if i didnt i might have had a panic attack in front of hundreds of people.

"SHUT UP BAKUGOU, I DON'T WANT TO LISTEN TO YOU!! SHUT UP SHUT UP!!" I yelled, clenching the sides of my head. My blood pounded in my ears, Bakugou grabbed me by the collar and hoisted me onto my feet.

He stormed down the hallway, grumbling under his breath. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and stumbled down the hall towards the watch area.

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I stepped into my homeroom class after the two day break after the sports festival. I basically slept the whole two days because of that 'episode' i had at the sports festival, luckily Aizawa was working so he wasn't able to force me to get up.

I slumped into my seat, the classroom was quiet, too quiet. I looked up from my desk and saw everyone with their heads down, I assumed it was because of what happened to Iida's brother. He was attacked during the sports festival by a new villain, he goes by the name Stain or hero killer stain.

I feel sorry for him, he almost lost his brother. Aizawa slipped out of his yellow sleeping bag and crept onto his feet. He announced in his lazy tone of voice that we would be choosing our hero names, this should be fun. I had already chosen mine a while ago, I thought since my quirk is almost exactly like my fathers then so should my hero name.

His hero name was Red Blade so i thought mine should be Crimson Edge. when i told my dad i wanted that to be my hero name he laughed and asked if i was a fan of Crimson Riot or something. He was such a joker, and I miss his jokes so much.

I waited in my seat as my classmates each went up to the front of the classroom, Midoriya chose the nickname Deku, Bakugou gave him a long time ago. Bakugou thought that king explosion murder was a smart choice for his hero name, idiot. A red-haired kid named Kirishima chose Red Riot, an adaptation of the hero Crimson Riot's name. And Todoroki chose his first name; Shoto as his hero name.

It was finally my turn, great. I gripped the edge of my whiteboard as Midoriya read my hero name aloud, "Crimson Edge? Oh, are you also a fan of Crimson Riot?" he asked. I glanced towards Aizawa giving him a 'do i have to' look and he glared back, i took that as a yes.

I took a long sigh and relaxed my shoulders, the whole class was tense as I opened my mouth to speak. "No i am not a fan of Crimson Riot, he is a great hero and all but my hero name is inspired by another hero." my raspy voice kind of shocked the class, they've never really heard me speak.

"What hero is it inspired by?" Midoriya nudged. I stiffened in my stance and prepared myself for the massacre that was about to happen. "The name is inspired by the combat hero Red Blade, my f-father." I quickly wiped the tear from my face as the gasps and oh my gods erupted in the room.

"ALL OF YOU EXTRAS SHUT IT!" a familiar voice shouted, the class immediately went silent. I took another glance at Aizawa, he gave me a look that hinted I should give the class a little more than just that.

I took another breath before I said; "I will answer three questions." and everyone's hand shot up in the air, I hesitantly pointed to Midoriya. "Were you there the night your dad... you know?" he asked, and I decided to lie. "No, I was not there, I was out with some friends." I pointed to Bakugou, who had a devilish smirk on his face.

"Do you know who killed your father?" I stiffened, "No." i lied, of course i know who did it. That bastard is gonna pay for what he did. I pointed to Kirishima, the red-headed kid. "How did your mother react when your dad... well?"

I looked to Aizawa to see if i should tell them that she is also, well you know, dead. He shook his head and I turned my gaze back to the class, you couldn't even cut the tension in the room with a knife. "She was devastated." i lied, again.

"Aizawa, can i go sit back down now?" he nodded lazily and I trekked back to my seat, throwing the whiteboard onto my desk. Aizawa quickly changed the subject to the internships that would be starting next week.

He soon passed out sheets of paper to write our internships on and another with a list of Pro-hero's that wanted us to intern with them. The list of Pro-heros that wanted me to intern with them was short, but shocking.

Endeavor, the number 2 hero and Hawks, the number 3 hero, what in the actual. I immediately wrote Hawks down as my first choice, one because I know exactly what Endeavor is like and I can not handle someone like him. And 2 because I just think Hawks is a better hero, even though he's a little snarky from what I've seen from him on the news.

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I sat slumped on the couch as I waited for Aizawa to come home from his mission. I heard the door open and he stumbled into the room, obviously tired from his mission. "Hey Kari?" he asked. I hummed a response as I turned on the tv. "Why aren't you going to intern with Endeavor?" I raised an eyebrow and he threw his hands up in mock defeat as he noted, "Just so you know, Tokoyami is also interning with Hawks.

I shrugged, "isn't that the kid with the quirk Dark Shadow?" I asked and Aizawa nodded. I took a long relieving sigh. I'm glad it's only him, he seems like a quiet and put together kid so i think i can handle him for the next week or so.

"Isn't Hawks only like 20?" I asked hesitantly, Aizawa nodded. Oh lord All Might help me now, this guy is gonna be a handful.