Aero (a BNHA OC story)

Chapter 12

The UA sports festival loomed on the horizon, casting its electrifying aura across the campus. Kenzo found himself thrust into a role he hadn't anticipated – coordinating the first-year students for the grand event. As the day approached, the campus buzzed with anticipation and nervous energy.

Kenzo stepped into the 1-A waiting room, and a buzz of excitement swept through the class. The students huddled in little groups, discussing strategies and sharing nervous laughter. As Kenzo entered, all eyes turned toward him.

"Hey, Mr. Aero! Ready to witness Class 1-A's greatness?" Kirishima called out, his enthusiasm infectious.

Kenzo grinned, "Absolutely, Kirishima. I'm counting on you all to bring the heat. By the way, Bakugo, Aizawa wants you to write a speech for the student pledge." He tossed a paper and pen to the spiky-haired boy sitting in the corner.

Bakugo caught the items with practised ease, his expression indifferent. "Fine, whatever. I'll make it quick."

Kirishima's eyes widened. "Bakugo doing the student pledge? So manly!"

As Kenzo turned to leave, Midoriya approached, wearing a mix of excitement and nervousness. "Mr. Ikari, any advice for our class? It's our first sports festival, and everyone's a bit on edge."

Kenzo thought for a moment before responding, "Just remember, it's not just about winning. Enjoy the experience, support your teammates, and make it a day to remember. Oh, and have fun, of course!"

Midoriya nodded, a determined glint in his eyes. "Thanks, Mr. Ikari. We'll do our best!"

Exiting the 1-A waiting room, Kenzo made his way to 1-B's domain, ready to face whatever chaos Monoma had brewed up this time.

Kenzo poked his head into the 1-B waiting room, where the atmosphere was noticeably different from the lively chaos in 1-A. Monoma, the vocal and confrontational member of Class 1-B, was in the midst of one of his passionate speeches, taking the opportunity to express his disdain for Class 1-A.

"Ah, Monoma, always the voice of reason," Kenzo quipped, stepping fully into the room.

Monoma halted his speech, and a few students giggled.

"Mr. Ikari, what brings you to our humble abode?" Monoma asked, feigning innocence.

Kenzo raised an eyebrow. "I just wanted to remind you that the sports festival is about friendly competition and camaraderie. No need to turn it into a battlefield of rivalry, right?"

A snicker escaped from one of the 1-B students, and Monoma shot them a glare. "Well, we wouldn't have to make it a battlefield if Class 1-A wasn't so insufferable."

Kenzo chuckled, unfazed by Monoma's remarks. "Well, I'll leave you to your passionate discussions. Remember, we're all here to have a good time. See you at the festival!"

As Kenzo left the 1-B waiting room, he couldn't help but wonder if the sports festival would truly unfold without any unexpected clashes between the two competitive classes.

Ascending towards the commentator's box, Kenzo noticed a lone 1-C student, lost in thought in the middle of the hallway.

"Hey, Shinso!" he called out, catching the boy's attention. Shinso swivelled around, his expression a mix of surprise and nervousness. "You good?" Kenzo asked, concern evident in his voice.

Shinso turned around, his eyes meeting Kenzo's. "Hey, Ikari. Yeah, I'm... I'm fine," he replied, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty.

Kenzo approached him, noting the unease in Shinso's demeanor. "Nervous about the festival?" he asked, a knowing smile playing on his lips.