Two weeks pass in a blur of preparation, anticipation, and tension. The morning of the U.A. Sports Festival dawns, golden sunlight streaming through the towering windows of U.A. High like an ethereal spotlight blessing the campus. Excitement buzzes in the air, and the weight of the event settles heavily on the students' shoulders.

In the Class 1-A waiting room, the atmosphere is a mixture of nervous chatter and determined silence. Students adjust their standard P.E. uniforms, the lack of costumes leveling the playing field. The fabric hugs their forms in readiness for the upcoming trials, each student checking and rechecking their attire like warriors donning armor.

Y/N stands near the door, leaning against the frame with an air of calm that belies the electricity in the room. The faint shimmer of her golden eyes catches the light as she glances around, her tail swishing lazily against the polished floor. Already clad in her uniform, she appears every bit the royal presence, an untouchable beacon of composed strength among her peers.

The door opens with a whoosh, and Tenya strides in with his usual briskness, his blue hair perfectly in place, and his voice cutting through the din. "Everyone, we are expected to assemble in the arena shortly. Please be ready."

The murmurs subside, but before the students can file out, Shoto Todoroki makes his move. With his striking heterochromatic gaze, he approaches Izuku, his movements sharp and deliberate. The silence deepens, the room's attention snapping to the confrontation brewing like a storm cloud.

"Izuku Midoriya," Shoto begins, his voice cold enough to match the ice that so often coats his right side. "I'm going to say this plainly. You may have caught people's attention, but don't mistake that for being on my level. I'll defeat you in this festival—"

Before Shoto can finish, a shadow looms over him, the room suddenly feeling smaller. Y/N steps forward, her towering figure cutting a regal, intimidating silhouette. Her long, crimson tail curls slightly as her fiery red hair gleams under the fluorescent lights, the sharp angles of her face softening into a deceptively serene expression.

She leans in, her warm breath ghosting against Shoto's ear, the low, melodic cadence of her voice weaving through the tension like a silk ribbon. "Threaten him, little diamond," she murmurs, her tone soft yet edged with danger, "and you'll find out why they say dragons hoard their gold."

The room collectively holds its breath. Shoto stiffens but doesn't move, his gaze flickering towards Y/N's luminous, golden eyes. There's no malice in her stare, only the unwavering promise of retribution—an ancient, almost primal warning that sends shivers down his spine.

Izuku, wide-eyed and fumbling, tries to interject. "Y-Y/N, it's fine! I can handle—"

Without breaking eye contact with Shoto, Y/N raises a single hand to silence him, her clawed fingers delicate but firm in their gesture. "Hush, emerald," she says with a faint smile, her tone softening only for him.

Shoto finally steps back, his face betraying nothing but his pride taking a slight dent. "Noted," he replies curtly before walking toward the exit.

As the tension dissipates, the room buzzes back to life with hushed whispers and nervous laughter. Y/N straightens, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips as she turns to Izuku, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No one touches what's mine," she says, her voice light yet leaving no room for doubt.

Izuku flushes bright red but manages a small, grateful smile. Around them, the Class 1-A students exchange knowing glances. This was going to be one unforgettable Sports Festival.

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The roaring cheers of the crowd thundered through the stadium as Class 1-A stepped onto the Freshmen Stage. The sprawling U.A. Sports Festival arena stretched before them, a spectacle of grandeur and expectation. Thousands of faces gazed down from the stands, and banners fluttered in the breeze. Every step Y/N took was measured, her crimson tail swaying behind her, a quiet reminder of the power she contained.

As the rest of the freshman classes filed onto their respective stages, the spotlight turned to Midnight, the Chief Referee, who stood poised on a podium at the forefront of the gathering. Her confident smirk mirrored the crowd's excitement as she raised her whip and microphone.

"Welcome to the U.A. Sports Festival!" she announced, her voice carrying above the noise like a command. "Now, let's begin with the pledge, led by our student representative, Katsuki Bakugo."

The crowd hushed slightly, awaiting what should have been a formal, motivational moment. Katsuki, however, stomped forward, his usual defiant scowl etched onto his face. Taking the stage with zero hesitation, he didn't bother looking at the other students or even the crowd.

"I'm not here to make nice with any of you!" Katsuki barked into the microphone, his voice brimming with unshakable confidence. "I'm going to win this thing, and you'd better stay out of my way!"

The stadium erupted, but not with applause. A chorus of boos and jeers rang out, echoing from students and spectators alike. Katsuki stood unbothered, glaring down at them like a king surveying his domain.

Y/N chuckled under her breath, raking her claws idly through her crimson hair. Predictable. Always the bold one, aren't you, Bakugo?

After a moment of amused disbelief, Midnight clapped her hands sharply, commanding order. "Well, that's one way to make an impression. Now, let's move on to the preliminaries!" she declared. "Contestants, your first challenge will be an Obstacle Race spanning four kilometers around the stadium! The race begins at my signal!"

The students gathered near the starting line, the tension palpable. Midnight's whip cracked, signaling the beginning of the event, and chaos erupted as hundreds of students surged forward, jostling to squeeze through the narrow stadium doors.

Y/N lingered back, watching the mayhem unfold with arms crossed. Students elbowed and stumbled over one another in a desperate attempt to gain an early lead. She sighed, her tail flicking lazily. Mortals. Always so eager to run headlong into disaster.

Her gaze flicked to Shoto Todoroki, who stood still in the madness, his heterochromatic eyes focused and calculating. A sharp burst of frost spread from his feet, and in an instant, the path ahead of him turned into a frozen wasteland. The crowd gasped as an icy tide surged forward, freezing students in place and leaving a gleaming surface behind.

With deliberate calm, Shoto walked across his frozen pathway and surged ahead of the pack. His move had been ruthless and efficient—quintessentially him.

Y/N smirked, her golden eyes flashing with approval. Good boy.

The other students struggled to adapt, slipping and stumbling on the ice, some even frozen entirely. Katsuki, however, blasted through the chaos with ease, his explosions propelling him forward. Momo, Yuga, and Eijiro managed to avoid the frozen traps, staying close on Shoto's heels.

Y/N took her time, stepping lightly onto the ice. Her movements were graceful, her balance perfect as she strode across the slick surface as though it were solid ground. The shimmering frost refracted the light around her, casting an almost ethereal glow on her form. At points where the ice became particularly treacherous, she extended her wings slightly, the subtle beat of their powerful strokes keeping her steady.

As she moved, she caught the startled gazes of a few students still trapped or scrambling on the ice. Her smile was soft but tinged with superiority as she tilted her head at them. "You'll have to do better than that," she murmured under her breath, her words lost to the wind.

When the ice path ended, Y/N stepped gracefully back onto solid ground and unfurled her wings fully. The scarlet membranes caught the sunlight as she crouched low, her muscles tensing before she launched herself skyward with a mighty beat. She soared above the chaos, her sharp eyes scanning the competitors below as they navigated the race's hazards.

Though she refrained from fully transforming into her dragon form, the shadow she cast on the ground below was enough to send shivers through those who noticed. Her smirk widened as she effortlessly overtook several competitors, the thrill of competition sparking a rare sense of exhilaration in her chest.

Let's see who's really worthy, she thought, her wings cutting through the air like blades as she aimed for the front of the pack.

"AND Y/N L/N TAKES THIS CHALLENGE EARLY!" Present Mic's booming voice echoed through the stadium, amplifying the already electrifying atmosphere. Y/N soared above the chaos, her scarlet wings slicing through the air as a massive villain bot emerged from the ground in her path.

The hulking machine swiveled toward her, its arm transforming into a colossal battering ram. Without hesitation, Y/N shifted slightly in the air, avoiding the strike with a graceful barrel roll. Her golden eyes narrowed as she opened her mouth, exhaling a torrent of blazing fire. The flames engulfed the bot, its metal surface heating and glowing before locking into place with a hiss. The robot stood frozen, a statue of molten steel, before its joints gave way, sending it crashing into the ground below.

Below her, Shoto moved with measured precision. His frosty aura radiated calm dominance as he stepped forward. Without a word, he raised his hand toward another giant villain bot looming over the course. Frost raced across its frame, freezing it solid in seconds. The bot's metallic shell groaned and cracked under the cold, a crystalline sheen spreading over every surface.

Shoto took a step forward and tilted his head as if bored. He placed his hand on the frozen machine and, with a casual flick of his wrist, sent the bot toppling backward. The massive construct crashed into the ground with a deafening thud, blocking the path for the students still struggling to push forward. Unbothered, Shoto sprinted ahead, his cool demeanor unshaken.

Y/N glanced down at him from her aerial vantage point, a small smirk playing on her lips. Such flair, little glacier. Impressive.

Meanwhile, Izuku found himself face-to-face with a pack of smaller villain bots, their serrated limbs whirring menacingly. Gone was the hesitation he'd shown during the entrance exam. He clenched his fists, analyzing their movements and the terrain around him.

Strategy first. Act second. His mind raced, piecing together a plan as the bots closed in. "If I take out the legs, they won't be able to pursue anyone," he muttered under his breath, his emerald eyes alight with determination.

Izuku surged forward, using the smallest burst of One For All in his legs to propel him toward the closest bot. With a precise strike to its joint, the machine crumpled, its severed limb sparking wildly. He pivoted quickly, dodging the next bot's attack with a well-timed roll.

Above him, Y/N noticed a bot lurking in the shadows, preparing to lunge at Izuku. She descended like a phoenix, her claws raking across its chassis and shredding it effortlessly. The bot crumpled, its attack thwarted before it could begin.

"Eyes on the course, little emerald," she called down, her voice firm but tinged with affection. She hovered for a moment, flames curling from her nostrils.

Izuku looked up at her, breathless but inspired. "Thank you!" he called, his tone both grateful and awestruck.

With a powerful sweep of her wings, Y/N ascended again, surveying the course as the race pushed on. Below her, Shoto maintained his lead, his ice carving a path of efficiency, while Katsuki blasted through obstacles with unrelenting aggression. All around them, the crowd roared, their excitement reaching a fever pitch as the competitors proved why they belonged at U.A. High.

Present Mic's voice crackled through the speakers, his energy contagious. "THIS IS WHAT THE U.A. SPORTS FESTIVAL IS ALL ABOUT, FOLKS! POWER, STRATEGY, AND HEART! WHO WILL MAKE IT TO THE FINISH LINE FIRST?!"