Izuku walked out of the tunnel, into his final match.

  The last few fights had gone as expected. Bakugo had been a ruthless bully to all of his opponents and steamrolled his way to the top. Izuku had used smaller, subtler tricks and techniques to carefully defeat each of his opponents without serious injury.

  Shoto was the exception, but to be fair he did that to himself.

  "And now the moment we've all been waiting for!! The mysterious Mask, arguably the top first year hero student who's defeated each and every one of his opponents with style!! Aaaand... Katsuki Bakugo, who's decimated the competition so far, blasting each of his opponents to hell!! The final battle of the Sports Festival.. Midnight! Are they ReAdYYY!???" Present Mic screeched like an Eldrich horror.

  Midnight raised her cuffed hand into the air.

  "Ready!" She called.

  Bakugo tensed, his fingers twitching. Izuku stood unmoving.

  "sTaRT!!!!!!" Present Mic screamed.

  Bakugo blasted forwards.

  "I'll show you who's the top student you masked bastard!" He yelled.

  Izuku neatly dodged the first blast, grabbing Bakugo's forearm and slamming him into the ground. The white haired teen took a few steps away, towards the middle of the arena.

  Bakugo growled, staggering to his feet, small pops and crackles coming from his palms.

  He took a slower, calculated approach this time.

  Izuku darted towards him and socked the blonde in the face, grabbing his spiky hair in his metal hand and slamming the boy's nose into his knee.

  Bakugo cried out, staggering away. Izuku marched after him, snagging his PE top and yanking him off balance. The masked boy sweeped Bakugo's feet out from under him, pushing his chest down with his metal hand, slamming the already dazed boy into the concrete.

  The stone arena cracked and crumbled beneath Bakugo's spine.

  Izuku reached up and plucked his mask off, tossing it carelessly to the side.

  Bakugo's eyes were wide, then he scowled.

  "De-!"

  Izuku's foot met the other boy's nose, a second loud crack ringing out from the already splintered cartilage.

  Bakugo screamed in rage and pain. The audience remained silent.

  Every time Bakugo tried to speak, every time he moved, every time so much as a hiss came from his palms, Izuku beat the ever loving shit out of him.

  The bloody blonde kept getting up, no matter how badly he was beaten.

  Bakugo blasted himself to his feet for the tenth time, a hoarse scream coming from his raw vocal chords.

  Izuku clenched his metal fist, the hydraulics and electronics whirring dangerously loud in preperation.

  Bakugo blasted himself towards Izuku, who threw a full powered metal punch into the other boy's gut.

  Bakugo slammed into the concrete, blood and lunch flying from his mouth and nose. He took a few wheezing breaths, glaring at Izuku.

  Izuku's expression remained impassive. He took one last glance at the bruised, bloody, beaten boy, before turning around and walking over to his discarded mask.

  He picked up the thin piece of metal and dusted it off, walking briskly back to the tunnel he came through five minutes prior.

  He didn't look back as he stepped out of bounds and left the arena, walking through the tunnel. He slipped the comforting item back onto his scarred face.

  A single voice echoed through the silent stadium.

  "Izuku Midoriya is out of bounds." Midnight had a feral smile that was matched by everyone that knew Izuku's secret.

  "Katsuki Bakugo 'wins' the Tournament!"