The start of an unlikely friendship!

As Bakugo panted, and tried to **** himself up, Todoroki got up as well, grunting as his own body protested. "...you okay?" he asked, limping over to Bakugo.

"I'm fine, Icy Hot, I just won!" Bakugo laughed, wheezing his chuckles out. "...I'll be better once the old hag patches me up though..."

Todoroki extended a hand down to Bakugo, mildly amused that he, as the loser, was in better shape than the one who beat him. "Then we better get to her..."

"I don't need your help!" Bakugo grumbled, and Todoroki rolled his eyes, before simply grabbing Bakugo by his shirt, and pulling him into his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "H-hey! I said I'm fine! Put me down, asshole!" Bakugo protested as Todoroki continued to limp away.

"You can barely stand, let alone walk, so clam it. Unless you want to use up more of your energy, and risk not being able to fight your next opponent at their best," Todoroki lectured him. "And I don't want to have lost to you if you're going to lose embarrassingly," he added, phrasing it in a manner that would make it seem like it was self interest, rather than wanting to help, able to tell Bakugo would be able to swallow that easier.

"...tch, fine," Bakugo grumbled, still not liking it.

Iida and Tokoyami headed out to face each other next, Present Mic's commentary ringing out all the while. "This is the last quarter final match, and then we will move onto the semifinals! Who will win between the speedster of Class 1A, and the dark avian man of the same course?" he was asking.

"...we'll find out all the sooner if you just let Midnight start the match already," Aizawa grumbled.

"...fine, but you're no fun," Present Mic huffed, both combatants readying themselves.