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Chapter 315 by sexyslave sexyslave

Move on to the next day?

Yes, and Bakugo's pissed! I know, stop the presses!

"Damn it, Deku!" Bakugo was grinding his teeth as the students participating in the festival were gathered outside of the coliseum for the First Years at UA, wearing their gym uniforms. Bakugo had clearly gotten the memo that he wasn't doing the speech today, and had complained about it all morning. "How much glory are you planning to steal from me!?" he demanded, assuming, correctly, that Izuku was getting the honor instead.

Izuku was about to ask how Bakugo knew that it would be him giving the speech, before quickly clamming up, remembering how Bakugo had tricked a confession from him previously. Fool him once... "You kind of lost the honor yourself due to your own anger management issues," Momo reminded him, shaking her head at him. "Whoever is doing it instead of you is not your concern."

Bakugo snarled something under his breath, but managed to restrain himself enough to not explode. "...what do you know? He can be taught!" Setsuna quipped from nearby, making Izuku chuckle as Midnight, in full costume, approached the podium.

"...as good as she looks in her skin tight suit, are you sure you don't want to wish for the law on female Hero uniforms to be dialed back so she can be in her old one?" Momo asked Izuku in an undertone, almost pleading. Izuku blushed and shook his head.

"You know we shouldn't do things that widespread, Momo," he replied in an undertone of his onw, and she pouted, but accepted his word.

Midnight got the pleasantries out of the way, before looking down and Izuku, and giving him a flirtatious wink. "Izuku Midoriya, please step up to give the First Year Sports Festival Commencement Speech!"

"Fucking knew it!" Bakugo growled as Izuku gulped.

"You got this, Izuku~!" Ochaco grinned as Izuku slowly walked up the steps, towards the mic. He'd run through hundreds of things to say in his head, but he hadn't settled on anything! What he wouldn't give for a paper bag right now... though whether it was to breathe in and out of, or wear over his head, he wasn't sure at the moment.

How does he do?

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