A quick bash struck the jaw. In return, the opposing figure let loose his own strike, catching his opponent on the nose with resounding accuracy. This back and forth had started a while ago as exhaustion set in and the two combatants needed a break to recharge their Quirks. Well... more one needed to build up a sweat while the other needed a breather. In the stands, their classmates watched on.

Kirishima: Man this is turning into a slugfest...

Kaminari: (Y/n)'s at a severe disadvantage from what I can tell. Bakugo's Quirk is completely close range. Why he isn't using it is a bit strange though...

Izuku: Hey Tsuyu... Do you know why (Y/n) is fighting at a close range?

Tsuyu looked down at the fight, examining its two combatants. She was just as clueless as to why her dear friend was fighting so close especially with Bakugo. Since he has already used his quirk a bit, Bakugo could easily take advantage of this momentary weakness and beat (Y/n).

Tsuyu: I don't know myself, ribbit. Maybe he is trying to keep Bakugo distracted while his Quirk recharges. Still... I've never seen him use this method before.

Another vicious strike. The (H/c) haired boy recoiled, taking a slight step back only to press the same foot forward and unleashed a punch across Bakugo's chin.

Bakugo: Damnit... If it weren't for you I would have already won this fucking tournament!

Another strike to (Y/n)'s face.

(Y/n): It's not my fault! I just had to wait a bit longer to kick your ass!

You returned another attack, this time a swift uppercut to Bakugo's gut, only for him in return to send a fierce knee to your lowered chin. You staggered back, careful of your surroundings to ensure you didn't step over the line. You took in a deep breath and for the first time since entering this ring, you could feel it through your body. The exhaustion. Your body was running on fumes at most and it didn't help that Bakugo was pretty much-destroying anything you could use against him. Your creations were more of a means of tiring out Bakugo rather than dealing any true damage.

(Y/n): For all the times for your annoying voice to go quiet it's now... no... I don't need you right now. I can beat him on my own!

Bakugo: Quit your whining and fight me already!

Your fistfight must have given Bakugo renewed vigor as he charged forth, small explosions around his fingertips as he readied to end this fight once and for all. You raised your fists, trying to think of something to do as the vulgar boy made his attack.

Kyoka: I've been wondering something...

Kaminari: Hmm? What is it?

Kyoka: I know (Y/n) is putting up a good fight and all, but can his body really handle this?

Kaminari: I can understand where you are coming from, but I mean (Y/n) beat Todoroki.

Kyoka: You mean tricked him. I don't even think Todoroki had a scratch on him, he was just pushed out of bounds.

Mina: Still I think he did a great job! He thought quickly on his feet and beat an opponent who had him on the ropes!

Ojiro: I think I have to agree with Kyoka here. (Y/n) is exceptional in making good tactical decisions. But his Quirk drains so much out of his body that he is barely able to fight afterward. In almost every major conflict (Y/n) ended up injured someway or somehow defending us.

Kyoka: He's a good hero... but a good hero also needs to be able to walk away on their own two feet afterward.

Tenya: Now is not the time to be criticizing our classmate while he is in combat! We should be rooting for him, not pointing out his supposed flaws.

Ochaco: Y-Yeah! We need to root for our classmates!

The majority of the class simply watched on while a few students decided to root for their specific side. The fight looked like it would drag on for quite some time-

BOOM!!!

The very stands shook as an explosion was released. The smoke built up inside the arena blinding the crowd. The magnitude of the explosion caused even the spectators to feel a bit rattled at the force of the explosion. Bakugo was truly trying to end the fight as it so appeared and once the arena was clear, everyone knew the victor...

Midnight: The victor for the final match is...!

There. There was an idea. You finally conjured something as you tried to find a way to implement it. You turned and looked for any loose chunks of concrete from the previous matches but the stage was cleared, even Bakugo's explosions hadn't caused any damage so far, which was surprising. You finally let out a sigh as you could only resort to your own clothing. You tore off your left sleeve, using what was left of your body's chemical deposit to turn the clothing into a human-like figure. The figure stretched before quickly noticing its opponent. It reared back its right fight and set to unleash it upon Bakugo. In a split second, the figure had attacked and Bakugo unleashed his explosion, blinding everyone.

(Y/n): Did good buddy!

You declared happily as you sidestepped your creation and pulled back an attack. You figure had sacrificed itself, not to attack Bakugo but to hold him in place while you unleashed your own barrage. Bakugo's eyes had widened a bit, but a smirk lept unto his face. 

Bakugo: Did you really think I would put everything into one last attack? I'm not that stupid.

Bakugo lifted one of his constrained hands and unleashed another explosion, catching you in the legs. The force caused your legs to buckle as you tumbled past Bakugo and onto the ground.

Your figure that had held firm till now was then torn apart as Bakugo realized that it was only cloth.

(Y/n): I can still fight...

You grit your teeth slightly as you attempted to push yourself up but your legs were still rattled from Bakugo's attack and your body was still tired from not properly resting after your previous engagement. You let out a soft sigh as you rest your head on your arm. Well... if it's any consolation at least you could take a proper nap now... Midnight swallowed and perked up. Lifting her whip into the air with her usual flair as she finally announced the outcome.

Midnight: The victor of the final match is... Katsuki Bakugo of Class 1A!