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The students, due to Aizawa’s request, don’t know about their relations. It wasn’t very hard to figure out they may be family, due to their similar looks and quirk, but Klaus and Aizawa had agreed to deny any suspicions that they’re father and son. It was both for Klaus’s safety, especially now with the information that the League of Villains were targeting U.A, and for the pro-hero’s privacy. 

Also, he just really didn’t want the inevitable jokes and prodding from his students if they ever knew. And Aizawa is sure that Klaus doesn’t want that, either. 

Besides all that- The Sports Festival. There was still a lot of work to be done, and a lot of practicing and training the students had to go through before they were ready to show off their skills. Aizawa knows that, Klaus knows that, and the students know that. 

So they keep moving forward, despite the attack, and they keep working hard. And, truthfully, even though Aizawa is wrapped in bandages and his entire body aches, he still couldn’t be prouder. 

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“Your form is sloppy. Again.”

Klaus groans, his body feeling heavy and sore as he lies on the gym floor. Slowly, he heaves his upper body up, grabbing his knees as he breathes heavily. He looks up to where Kirishima stands with a sheepish look on his face. 

“Sorry,” he laughs, and Klaus snorts. 

“No you’re not,” he picks himself up off the floor, dusting off his clothes before getting back into his stance. Legs apart, knees locked. A deep breath in- “I’ll get you this time.” 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Kirishima hardens up his body again. 

From the sidelines, Aizawa huffs. “Begin,” he instructs, and both of the boy’s grin. 

They pounce. 

Klaus, given that his quirk was just like Aizawa’s except a bit stronger because he’s a new generation, learned early on to depend more on his fighting style than his quirk. He easily slides out of the way from one of Kirishima’s rock hard punches, dipping low and bringing his fist toward the boy’s stomach. He enforces his quirk on Kirishima right at that moment so his fist meets flesh instead of hard rock, and the force sends Kirishima back as he coughs.

Klaus doesn’t relent. Kirishima’s defenses lowered, he keeps his eyes on the red-haired hero as he kicks his shin and sends him to the ground. Quickly he moves atop of him, and the boys begin to wrestle and roll on the ground until Klaus loses his focus and Kirishima hardens again, quickly shoving the boy off him and then standing up again, Klaus scrambling to follow suit. 

There’s not a moment to waste. Klaus has to avoid the discomfort in his eyes as he blocks one of Kirishima’s punches and moves out of the way just in time before he gets kicked to the ground. Klaus is on the defensive now, which isn’t good, because it means he constantly has to keep his eyes on Kirishima so the boy doesn’t activate his quirk and stab Klaus with his rocky edges. Keeping the boy soft and vulnerable is the priority, but even without his rocky armor, Kirishima is tough and unrelenting, and Klaus’s eyes are getting increasingly itchier. 

Eventually, Klaus is once again sent tumbling across the gym floor, and Aizawa blows his whistle. 

“Better,” he comments dryly, “but you both went in hard and lost stamina too quickly. Kirishima, you had to surround Watabi because if he got you on the ground again, he would have won.”

Klaus sits up from his spot on the ground and Kirishima hangs his head low, scratching behind his neck. “Yeah…” 

“Watabi,” Aizawa sighs, “you let Kirishima get the advantage, again. You need to act and think quicker,” he taps his temple as he speaks, “you and I are at a disadvantage, so we always need to think ahead with strength quirks. Predict and assess where the enemy will go and what he will do next.” 

Along with Kirishima, Klaus hangs his head. “Yes, sir…” 

“That will be enough today. Remember what I told you and record what happened in your training today somewhere so you come back tomorrow smarter than you were today.” It’s solid advice, but when it’s delivered with Aizawa’s tone, it always sounds harsher than it should. Both of the boys sigh as Aizawa claps his hands, signaling the end of their session. 

Kirishima walks over to Klaus, extending a hand for him to take and keep him steady as he helps lift the boy off the ground. “Good job, bro,” the boy easily smiles and Klaus chuckles. “You really did almost get me today!” 

“Almost,” Klaus clicks his tongue. “Not the same as actually getting you, though.” He walks with Kirishima to their bags, both of them grabbing their respective things before they start to head out of the gym after giving a small wave toward their teacher as they head toward the dorms. 

“You move so quickly, and you’re kinda smarter than me with tactics and all that, so it’s really only a matter of time.” Jokingly, Kirishima flexes his muscles and Klaus rolls his eyes. “My only advantage is these sweet muscles of mine!” 

“I should try to work out more,” Klaus comments. “You wouldn’t have any advantages if I was bulky like you.”

“But if you were bulky like me, you wouldn’t be able to slip around and sneak as easily as you do. There’s an advantage to everything.” 

“You’re not wrong, but still, strength is hard to beat.”

“You don’t have to be super muscley to be strong!” 

“Again, true, but muscles can also be threatening too, right? If you see a big muscley dude as an enemy, it makes you nervous, right?”

“Same way the other way around! If you go against someone like Aizawa, there are no physical signs that he can whoop your ass so easily, so it’s a great way to catch someone off guard!” 

Klaus and Kirishima continue to chatter back and forth as they walk to the dorms. In Klaus’s opinion, Kirishima has always been a good friend and easy to talk to. The boy isn’t as walled up as his dad is, so he’s made some good friends in class, but he's still a bit awkward compared to the rest of them, and a bit cold at times. 

But Kirishima was always sort of numb to that sort of thing if his friendship with Bakugo said anything. So he was an easy friend, and a great training partner, too. 

Once they reach the dorms, Klaus is keenly aware of how gross the sticky sweat feels on his clothes and skin. Kirishima offers to keep hanging out on the first floor, but Klaus quickly shakes his head at the offer- making the red-head laugh loudly as he comments that Klaus really does stink so he should shower. Klaus shoves him a bit for his comment and just bids him goodnight as he heads up to his dorm. 

There’s technically a bath and shower room for them on the first floor, but Klaus sticks to the private shower stall in his bathroom. No one’s ever asked why, which is unreasonably lucky, considering how nosy all of his classmates are. 

In the privacy of his room, Klaus removes his shirt and flops down on his bed, letting his sore muscles relax as his hands wander to the scars below his pectorals and he tenderly rubs them with his fingers. Being admittedly young and getting surgery done on your chest was taxing, especially since Klaus and Aizawa were in a rush to get it done and have him recovered before his first year with U.A started. 

But that was kind of far fetched. Klaus was still too sensitive and sore to begin class when it started, but thanks to his father being a teacher and the understanding of the principal, he was able to join in around a month later when he was physically capable of all the activities U.A has you go through in order to become a hero. His body is fully healed now, but sometimes his chest still burns from all the stress, and he finds himself needing to rest so the painful throb slowly ebbs away. 

Truthfully, Klaus is looking forward to the Sports Festival, just like everyone else. It’s not only a chance to prove his abilities to the world of heroes, but to his father as well. The boy sits up with a sigh, a hand moving his messy black hair out of his face before he stands and heads towards the shower stall in his room. 

He has an uncomfortable feeling that something will go wrong. It’s just anxiety, but Klaus has too much of it sometimes. He wonders what people will do or say if they ever figured out about Klaus- the thought makes his throat dry, but he tries to always shove those anxieties to the side. So what if people figured out? He’s… Klaus is still a hero. That’s all that matters. 

But as the boy showers, he still can’t help but feel anxious. 

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“This is it.”

“This is it! Are you ready?!”

“This is it!!!!”

As said many times before- this is it. The first day for the Sports Festival has officially arrived, and what a blast it was. It was full of unique people from unique places, and unique challenges which were admittedly difficult to finish. The Calvary Battle was honestly the most stressful part, though more for Midoriya than for Klaus. 

But now that the pre-games are out of the way, it was time for the tournament. The thing everyone was waiting for- the chance to battle, one on one, and climb your way to being the ‘winner’ of the Festival. 

More importantly than that, having people witness your quirk and wanting to give you an internship, and possibly sponsor your career in the future. That’s what it was really about. 

“This is it! This is it!” 

Midoriya and Uraraka continued to cheer from their corner in the waiting room, hyping each other up as they bounced on their heels and clapped their hands together. Klaus thought it was a bit annoying, honestly, but to each their own. 

He was kind of just hoping the whole thing didn’t end up horribly and that he wouldn’t embarrass himself out there. 

On the leaderboard, his first fight was with Mina. He definitely thinks the fight will be a well-fought one, and if he gets his head together, Klaus can definitely win. He just needs to do as Aizawa instructed- 

Think ahead, predict what she’ll do. Mina has always been pretty bubbly and charismatic, but unfortunately predictable. She’s smart, though. She knows Klaus just as much as Klaus knows her, so she’ll know that Klaus will try to trick her in some way. They’ll both have their guards up. 

Time passes like a blur. Each battle is admittedly interesting and full of tension- that Shinsou boy who had introduced himself to their class earlier was certainly eye-catching, specifically to Klaus, and no doubt his father as well. A fellow hero unfortunately suppressed by U.A’s system and their requirement for a stronger, faster quirk. 

Then there was that girl with the pink hair, who basically used your classmate as an advertisement, which was actually kind of funny, but Klaus wouldn’t tell Iida that he laughed. Several more battles passed along with that, including Uraraka and Bakugo having one of the more tense battles that Klaus has seen that spoke to him on an oddly personal level- but again, it’s not like he’d say that to anybody. 

Eventually, it was his turn, and he wouldn’t tell anybody that he was practically shaking with the nerves that coursed through him like sharp wires. 

His name is introduced by a very passionate and excited Hizashi- something that was oddly nice. At least he knows that the people watching him from above are people who care about how this all ends. They care about the outcome. 

Mina stands on the other side of the field as the rules are once again reiterated to them, and Klaus readies his stance. Mina smiles at him, bright and beaming from her side of the field.

It all comes to this. 

They begin.

Mina moves first, fluid and fast. Klaus keeps his feet planted on the ground, letting the girl come to him, letting her use her quirk- for now. He can tell she’s confused by his decision, but she doesn’t stop, continuing to keep run toward him with an arm outstretched, until finally, he moves. 

He’s quick. 

Klaus’s black hair is singed by Mina’s acid, a consequence of letting her come so close. He ducks and swerves out of the way, quick feet positioning him behind her as he moves to kick her down. 

Mina quickly turns, her body ready to send out more acid, but it doesn’t come.

Klaus’s eyes are red. 

Mina is admittedly fast and flexible, meaning Klaus is only mildly surprised by how she manages to flip back a considerable distance away from him before he can knock her down, but she’s closer to the edge of the field now. 

He rushes forward, and Mina does the same. 

Hizashi makes colorful commentary as they fight, but he doesn’t absorb any of it as he focuses on the fight. Klaus knows that close-combat isn’t his strength, but there weren’t any other options in this situation. He can’t out-power Mina, so he has to get close enough to eventually push her over the edge. 

That’s his best chance at winning and proceeding forward. 

Klaus receives several blows- to his face, his torso, and he’s been knocked down to the floor more times than he’d like to admit, but he’s faring pretty well. He’s put some considerable damage on Mina too, and she’s still uncomfortably close to the edge. He sees her heavy breathing when she flips away from him again, and he takes this as his chance. 

Not giving her a moment to retaliate, Klaus dashes toward her again. Adrenaline is what causes him to wrap his arms around his classmate and send her flying over his shoulder- a move similar to what Midoriya pulled earlier. 

As Mina yelps in surprise, she clings to him as much as she can, but she can’t stop herself from hitting the ground. In the heat of the moment, he loses his control over the girl’s quirk and he can’t stop the scream that leaves him as acid leaves her fingers and burns through his clothes. 

Mina’s back hits the ground with a harsh thud. Her body is officially out of the field- Klaus is the winner, and the announcement is made loudly through the speakers. Despite all that, Klaus can’t stop staring down at Mina and Mina can’t stop staring up at him. 

His shirt is officially burned and nothing but scraps on his shoulders, and his skin is an irritated, flashing pink from the acid that hit him. Despite all of that, though, his heart races harder than he thinks is safe, and he can’t even feel the burning. 

In a flash, his wide eyes look away from Mina and toward the several cameras that surround him. He sees himself on the big screen, but what’s on-screen doesn’t even look like him. 

It’s a scared little boy with burnt hair, bruises and burns scattered everywhere on pale skin, but they don’t speak as loudly as the humiliating scars on his chest. The area is way too quiet for his liking as the cameras continue to stare. 

That’s not me. I swear that’s not me, Klaus thinks. 

“Klaus?” Mina is still below him, propping herself up with her hands. That seems to snap the boy out of his trance. 

“I-” Klaus begins, but his throat is tight. He looks at the cameras again, and something in him snaps. 

Midnight was coming to declare his victory, but his feet are on the move and run right past her as he suddenly dashes away from the arena. The crowd goes wild, their voices loud and booming, but he doesn’t stop running. 

Everyone saw, everyone knows, everyone saw- they saw they saw- 

Klaus knew something bad was going to happen today. He knew it- so he should have been more careful! He should have kept his eyes on Mina, he shouldn’t have given her the chance, let her get so close-

“Klaus.”

A hand shoots out in front of him suddenly, stopping the boy from his panicked running as he looks up and sees the bandaged up mess that is his father. It confuses him to see Aizawa down here- not up there, where Klaus was sure he was- with Hizashi- 

“Come.” It’s not a question because Aizawa’s arm is already wrapped around the boy as he urgently leads them down the hall, around a corner, and then into a secluded room where the sound of a lock clicks. 

They’re alone now, but it doesn’t feel much better. Not really. Nothing feels private anymore after Klaus’s one big secret was put on stage for everyone to see. 

Klaus can’t help it as the first tear leaves, then the sob after that, and then how his body shakes and quivers as if he’s dying from a cold. It’s even more humiliating- breaking down in front of his dad like this. He should be stronger than this.

Despite that, Aizawa’s arms wrap around the boy, holding him securely against his chest.

“They all saw- they saw-” Klaus sobs, his arms held tightly against his naked torso. The scars burn and flare brightly as he presses down on them harshly. 

Aizawa lets out a deep, steady breath. “They did,” he doesn’t deny. “They also saw you win. I’m impressed, Klaus. You did a good job.”

“You’re lying,” Klaus shakes his head against his father’s chest as he hiccups. One of Aizawa’s hands leaves his back and goes to his hair, petting gently. “I did awful- no one- no one’s ever going to- going-” 

Klaus quits trying to speak. He’s like a broken record, barely able to get out his angry, upset words with how much he’s sobbing. He stops, and instead just lets himself be held by his father with affectionate hands that are essentially a rarity. 

“You did well,” Aizawa speaks. “You surprised everyone with your tactics and strategic thinking. It wasn’t comfortable or ideal to let Mina so close to you, because it gives her the advantage, but you knew you needed to do it to win. And you won. You were smart, Klaus.” 

He doesn’t feel smart. 

“I know it’s difficult. I can ask Midnight and Hizashi to cut it out of the broadcasts, and I’ll talk to the students.” 

Klaus shakes his head. The words he wants to say are lodged in his throat, not yet able to escape. Aizawa lets him get a handle on his breathing, not saying anything else until eventually Klaus takes a shaky breath and steps away from his father’s hold. He uses his hand to wipe away his tears and snot as he sniffs and looks at the floor. 

“...I’ll tell them. I- I can do it. Because I still,” his fist clenches stubbornly, “I still won. And I’m- I’m going to be a hero! Just like the rest of them!” 

Aizawa smiles, big and wide in a way that’s usually scary, but it’s endearing as he smiles now and raises a hand to rifle through Klaus’s hair. “You’re right. And you need a haircut.”

Klaus snorts. “...yeah, she got me pretty bad.” 

“Here’s this, by the way.” From seemingly out of nowhere, the pro-hero hands Klaus a brand new uniform shirt. He probably grabbed it on his way down to find Klaus. The boy mutters a small thanks as he takes it, pulling it over his head and down his waist. “You’re going to be alright, kid.” Aizawa says. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“...Thanks,” Klaus sniffs again. “We’re never gonna talk about how I cried on you ever again.” 

Again, Aizawa smiles. “Good. You know I hate mushy stuff,” he turns and opens the door and Klaus follows him out. “Gonna need a new suit to get rid of all your gross teenage snot.”

“Your outfit is dumb anyway. Get a completely new design while you’re at it.”

“It’s not dumb, it’s practical. And comfortable.”

“I guess,” Klaus rolls his eyes, and subconsciously, his arms cross over his chest as they walk down the halls together. “At least it’s better than wearing something skintight like Kayama.” 

“She’s tried to convince me to do that thousands of times,” like father, like son, because he rolls his eyes too. Eventually, they reach a staircase and Aizawa stops in his tracks. It doesn’t take much for Klaus to put together that he needs to go back to Hizashi and finish his job. “...Are you going to be okay?” He asks, quietly. “I can see if Toshi would like to be an announcer instead. It’d be my pleasure.” That’s not a lie- Klaus knows his dad hates that he was stuck with Hizashi up there. So he grins and shakes his head. 

“...I’ll be fine. Go have a blast up there, old man. Watch me win the next one.” 

Aizawa groans. “Of course you wouldn’t give me an out, huh?”

“Never.”

Klaus will be okay. It’s admittedly very scary going back into the waiting room where all his classmates are- he knows they all saw the disaster that was his tournament match. But he’ll be fine. They’ll either be understanding, or they won’t. It would be a shame to learn if some of his classmates aren’t accepting, of course, but… it won’t change anything.