Mikoto had once dozed off in a tree while waiting for prey ,and had fallen ten feet to the ground ,landing on his back. It was if the impact had knocked all the air out of his lungs and he lay there,struggling to exhale and inhale, unable to do anything.

Thats how he felt at the moment. He felt someone grip his arm ,he looked towards the person to see it was his cousin, Shouto ,who had a pained and sorrowful look on his face. Behind the ropes ,letting out a strangled scream, Inko Midoriya, had crashed to the ground and was currently being supported by Todoroki's mother.He heard people murmuring in sadness, Izuku was a total ray of sunshine and everyone liked him.

Izuku looked pale ,his bottom lip quivered. Everyone looked at him with looks of pity and sadness. He got out of the line and walked towards the stage.

Mikoto was wearing a light green dress which on the back had a fancy belt sticking out, Mikoto would often tease him and call it a bunnies tale. That snapped Mikoto out of his daze.

Mikoto:- IZUKU.......IZUKU

He ran towards the stage ,pushing aside the peace keepers trying to restrain hi., he ran to Izuku grabbed him back and pulled him back .

Mikoto:- I...I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE.

There's some confusion on the stage. District 12 hasn't had a volunteer in decades and the protocol has become rusty. The rule is that once a tribute's name has been pulled from the ball, another eligible boy, if a boy's name has been read, or girl, if a girl's name has been read, can step forward to take his or her place. In some districts, in which winning the reaping is such a great honor, people are eager to risk their lives, the volunteering is complicated. But in District 12, where the word tribute is pretty much synonymous with the word corpse, volunteers are all but extinct.

Lovely!" says Effie Trinket. "But I believe there's a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um. " she trails off, unsure herself.

Mayor: What does it matter ?

He's looking at me with a pained expression on his face. He doesn't know Mikoto really, but there's a faint recognition there. He is the boy who brings the strawberries. The boy, his son might have spoken of on occasion. The boy who five years ago stood huddled with his father, as he presented him, the only child, with a medal of valor. A medal for her mother, vaporized in the mines. Does he remember that? "What does it matter?" he repeats gruffly. "Let him come forward".

Izuku was screaming hysterically behind him. He's wrapped his skinny arms around him like a vice. "No, Mi-Chan! No! You can't go!"

"Izuku, let go," Mikoto said harshly, because this was upsetting him and he didn't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of his tears, and he'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. He will give no one that satisfaction. "Let go!".

He can feel someone pulling him from his back. He turned and saw Shouto had pulled him back and he was thrashing in his arms. "Up you go, Mikoto," he says, in a voice he's fighting to keep steady, and then he carries Izuku off toward my mother. He breathed deeply and climbed the steps.

Well, bravo!" gushes Effie Trinket. "That's the spirit of the Games!" She's pleased to finally have a district with a little action going on in it. "What's your name?"

I swallow hard. "Mikoto Yukimora ," I say.

"I bet my buttons that was your brotheror cousin ,you look so identical. Don't want him to steal all the glory, do we? Come on, everybody! Let's give a big round of applause to our newest tribute!" trills Effie Trinket.

To the everlasting credit of the people of District 12, not one person claps. Not even the ones holding betting slips, the ones who are usually beyond caring. Possibly because they know me from the Hob, or knew my father, or have encountered Izuku, who no one can help loving. So instead of acknowledging applause, Mikoto stood there unmoving while they take part in the boldest form of dissent they can manage. Silence. Which says we do not agree. We do not condone. All of this is wrong.

Then something unexpected happens. At least, Mikoto didn't expect it because he didn't think of District 12 as a place that cared about him. But a shift has occurred since he stepped up to take Izuku's place, and  it seemed  Mikoto had become someone precious. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to him. It is an old and rarely used gesture of the district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it means good-bye to someone you love.

Now ,Mikoto truly was in danger of crying, but fortunately Geysis chooses this time to come stalking across the stage to congratulate me. "Look at him, Look at this one!" he says, throwing an arm around Mikoto's shoulders. He was  surprisingly strong for such a wreck. "I like him!" His breath reeked of liquor and it had  been a long time since he had  bathed. "Lots of. " He can't think of the word for a while. "Spunk!" he says triumphantly. "More than you!" he released Mikoto and started for the front of the stage. "More than you!" he shouted, pointing directly into a camera

Was he addressing the audience or was he so drunk he might actually be taunting the Capitol? Mikoto could never guess. He stood still like a statur trying to control his tears.

Effie:-What an exciting day!!!

Effie bounced over to the other ball rolling it and gracefully, pulled out a slip again.

Effie:-Hein Viamel

She walked up to the stage ,her expression monotonous, but her fist curled tightly.

Effie :-Any volunteers.

No answer came ,no one came to take Hein's place not even her brothers and sisters.

The mayor finishes the treaty of treason,motions them to shake her hands.  Her are soft and warm while Mikoto's are cold and scared. She gave him a reassuring sort of squeeze. Or was it a nervous spasm.

Mikoto:- (Oh well. Odds are that someone else will kill her. We are 24 tributes, afterall)

But Ofcourse the odds haven't been much dependable recently.