"What is this!? Midoriya isn't going to finish the fight!" Present Mic shouted, nearly tipping forward over the announcer's booth, voice filled with disbelief.
In the stands, the entire 1-A section leaned forward, eyes glued to the arena.
Katsuki scowled, his palms sparking with agitation. "Tch… what the hell is Deku doing? He could just knock that half-and-half bastard out and move on so I can crush him!"
Momo rested her chin on her hand, gaze sharp. "No… wait. He's giving him a chance. A chance to fight with his full power."
"Full power?" Kaminari blinked, then turned toward Sero. "Hold up—you're telling me icy-hot hasn't even gone all out yet? Wow. Guess you never had a chance, huh, Sero?"
"Shut up." Sero muttered, bundled up in his blanket, trembling like a chihuahua. He sipped hot tea with chattering teeth. "I… I still can't feel my fingers…"
The crowd buzzed louder, whispers mixing with excitement.
Back on the arena floor, Shoto's breath fogged the air. His body shook as he stared at Izuku, who stood there calmly, emerald eyes glowing faintly, as if daring him.
'I… I really am holding myself back,' Shoto realized, his fists clenching tight enough to draw blood. All this time… I've been chained by his shadow.
Suddenly, the ice creeping up his right arm cracked.
CRRRRSHHHHH!
Chunks shattered off his shoulder, hissing into vapor. Steam poured as fire flickered weakly at first, then roared to life. His left side ignited in bright, blazing flames, heat warping the air itself. The audience erupted in deafening cheers, the temperature in the stadium spiking instantly.
"OKAY!" Shoto shouted, voice carrying across the arena as his flames burned higher, mixing with the frost still clinging to his body. "I'll beat you! Using my power!!"
The flames spread wider, engulfing his half-and-half body in brilliant orange. He stood there, reborn, a perfect balance of fire and ice.
Izuku smirked, but inside his stomach turned.
'God, I love shounen… but moments like these? They always make me cringe a little,' he thought, trying not to roll his eyes.
Still, his smirk remained as he clenched his fists, energy humming around him. "That's more like it."
The stadium shook with noise as Shoto finally let loose. Frost spread wildly across the ground, while blazing fire licked up the walls of the arena, the two forces colliding in a storm of steam.
On one side of his body, white mist curled from jagged shards of ice that erupted with every step. On the other, flames roared so hot they bent the air itself, waves of heat pressing against the crowd even from a distance. His figure was split perfectly down the middle—half a glacier, half an inferno.
"Now this… this is Shoto at full power!" Present Mic bellowed, his voice cracking with excitement. "Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves!"
The air grew heavy. Each breath felt thick, the mix of freezing cold and suffocating heat battling for dominance. Students in the stands leaned forward with wide eyes, unable to look away.
Izuku stood calmly in the center, his gym uniform still damp from the melted ice, steam curling faintly off his shoulders. His emerald eyes glowed faintly, not with tension—but anticipation. He cracked his neck once and smirked.
"Took you long enough."
Shoto's glare sharpened, his voice steady. "I don't need your approval… I'll prove it with my power."
BOOM!
He launched forward, the ground beneath him freezing solid in an instant before cracking apart under the sudden burst of fire from his heel. His movements blurred, a streak of fire and frost tearing toward Izuku.
Izuku didn't flinch. The air around him rippled as he exhaled slowly, lowering into stance.
Shoto's fist—half-encased in jagged ice, half-wreathed in fire—swung with a force that cracked the air like thunder.
Izuku raised his hand.
BAM!
Their clash erupted, fist against palm. A shockwave exploded outward, shattering the nearest ice formations and scattering burning embers like shooting stars. The sound echoed like a cannon blast, rattling the stadium walls.
"WOAHHH!!" Present Mic screamed over the roar. "Did you see that!? That's not just a clash, that's a natural disaster in human form!!"
The crowd's cheers turned into an ear-splitting roar as steam swallowed the entire arena. Fire hissed against the melting ice, water pouring down cracks in the ground, the battlefield itself warping under their sheer output.
Through the haze, Izuku's silhouette didn't budge an inch. He met Shoto's full-force strike with one hand, his smirk still there.
"Better," he said evenly, pushing Shoto back a step. "Now, let's really fight."
The mist from fire meeting ice swirled across the arena, curling like a storm cloud. The ground beneath their feet was split between frozen spikes and scorched stone, a perfect reflection of Shoto's duality.
He charged.
A jagged wave of ice ripped forward, spikes as tall as walls aiming to trap Izuku in a frozen tomb.
Izuku didn't flinch. He sprinted straight into it.
BOOOM!
His fist shattered the first spike. Then another. Then another. Each punch broke through like paper walls until he burst free of the ice storm, closing in fast.
Shoto's left side blazed to life. With a roar, he swung wide, unleashing a fiery torrent point-blank. The flames roared, heat blasting across the stadium, forcing the front rows of the crowd to shield their faces.
Izuku blurred.
He slipped under the fire arc, pivoting low, and snapped a kick into Shoto's shin.
CRACK!
The blow forced Shoto off balance, but the half-and-half boy countered, twisting his upper body and slamming his ice-covered elbow down like a hammer.
Izuku caught it with one hand. The shockwave cracked the stone beneath them.
Then he smiled.
"Too slow."
Before Shoto could react, Izuku spun, dragging him forward, and slammed his knee into Shoto's gut. The sound echoed like a gunshot. Shoto gasped, ice shattering off his body as his concentration broke.
The crowd erupted.
"THIS IS INSANE!" Present Mic screamed, his voice cracking. "MIDORIYA'S FIGHTING LIKE A SEASONED PRO—AND TODOROKI'S POWER CAN'T PIN HIM DOWN!!"
But Shoto wasn't finished. His flames erupted violently, forcing Izuku back. He staggered onto his ice, skating with furious speed, hurling massive glaciers and fireballs in quick succession.
The arena became a warzone. Explosions of fire melted rising towers of ice, water hissing into steam, filling the stage with smoke.
Through it all, Izuku moved. Dodging, weaving, striking only when needed—each blow clean, efficient, leaving Shoto gasping harder with every exchange.
Finally, Shoto poured everything into one last desperate attack. His left side erupted in a colossal flame burst, his right arm forming a mountain of jagged ice.
"THIS IS MY FULL POWER!!"
He brought both sides crashing down toward Izuku.
The entire stadium shook.
And then—
WHOOOSH!
Izuku broke through the smoke like a bullet, his body cutting a clean line through the chaos. He stepped into Shoto's guard, twisted at the hip, and unleashed a single, devastating right hook.
BAAAAAAAAAAM!
The punch landed square on Shoto's jaw. The shockwave blasted the mist away, rattling the walls of the stadium.
Shoto's body went airborne, spinning before crashing hard into the ground. His ice shattered. His flames died instantly.
Silence.
Then Midnight raised her hand.
"SHOTO TODOROKI IS UNABLE TO CONTINUE!! THE WINNER—MIDORIYA!!"
The crowd exploded in cheers so loud the stadium trembled.
Izuku exhaled slowly, lowering his fist. No smugness, no gloating—just calm control. He turned and walked back toward the tunnel, the chants of his name echoing behind him.
Shoto, lying on the ground, touched his bruised jaw and clenched his teeth. He had gone all out… and still lost. But deep inside, he felt something else stirring. Admiration.
' I at least tried' he thought.
As Izuku walked back he smiled' I really enjoyed that fight. Can't wait to see how strong he'll grow. ' he thought.
TO BE CONTINUED