[color=fff79a]The UA sport's festival was in two days and in order to allow the third year students time to rest their bodies, they had been assigned with interviewing a teacher and doing a write up on what they had discovered. Mela Uede had her sights set on one teacher aka the number one hero: All Might. The sports festival was the perfect venue for the hero class to show off their skills one final time before they graduated and were left to find agencies or heroes to work for. Mela's first two sport festival showings had gone alright, depending who you asked. The first year she had been quickly eliminated by the stronger competition but last year, she had made it a lot farther, making better use of her quirk of acrobatics and balance. But to her, she always had room for improvement and knew this year would be hers to shine so brightly everyone would be blinded by her skills.

With the sports festival hanging over everyone's head, tensions were building and it was almost impossible to ignore the anxiety clouding the minds of the 3-A students. Their homeroom teacher for their final year was Ectoplasm and he instructed the class to go off and use the time after school to find a teacher and see if they would be open to being interviewed. A few students were probably hoping to snag Nezu or Midnight but Mela was hoping she could hunt down All Might before anyone else tracked him down. The bell chimed as soon as Ectoplasm concluded his speech and everyone got up to locate their desired subjects. Mela threw a wave to her friends before she hopped out the door. Behind her she could hear other scurrying for the door but her speed ensured she was well ahead of anyone else.

Mela hurried down the hall and jumped over the stairs, dropping down to the first floor, her feet gracefully touching down on the ledge used to hold onto the stairs. She jumped onto the floor and headed to the teacher's lounge, trying to quell her nerves. Sure, they had been taught by All Might since their time at UA began but that didn't stop the brunette from feeling nervous around the guy. It wasn't his stature that intimidated her, it was his sheer confidence that radiated from him. It made her want to be the best hero she possibly could be. And she hoped this interview would give her a chance to poke around his brain a little and get to know him better. Knocking, she stood up on one foot, pose unwavering, a habit she did when she was nervous. "All Might." She called out. "Are you free?" She asked, hoping he was there and most importantly, free to talk or make plans for a better time. [/color]

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[color=a187be]Even though the sports festival was a way for budding heroes to show off their strength and skills, it was a busy time for the staff at UA High School. The teachers were often judged by how much progress their students made and the whole world always tuned in to watch the festival broadcast. For Nemuri Kayama, the sports festival was a wonderful way to judge the students and see splendid displays of passionate young men and women giving their all for the crowd and the thrill of victory. Nemuri remembered her own debut when she was a student at UA and had to hope the students understood the opportunity given to them by providing them a stage to preform. Of course some students would catch her eye, no matter their quirk.

Nemuri had a soft spot for some of the young men at UA, many of them coming to her for academic and heroic advice, but also relationship advice. And Nemuri was more than happy to counsel her students in affairs of the heart. To her a hero without passion was as good as dead. The raven haired woman prowled the halls of UA, the day was almost done and over with, the cherry blossoms were almost nearing the final stage of their life cycle. Pausing to look out the window, she thought about the 3-A class of heroes and how she was most looking forward to their progress. Those in 3-A would not have internships like the last two years, but would shadow a pro hero directly. Midnight had her eye on one or two hopefuls and had to hope they made a good impression in the sports festival, as those who finished first, got first pick of their pro hero.

Nemuri becoming a teacher was something many had been surprised by. Though she insisted there had to be a variety of teachers and teaching methods in order to assist the young, next generation of heroes. It was Nemuri who had even put in a good word for Aizawa to also become a teacher at UA. Times were every changing. The bell rang, signaling the conclusion to another day, she turned around, her attention focusing on the third year students filing out of their classrooms. Nemuri smiled to them as they left, her handcuff bracelet glinting ever so slightly in the spring sunlight. Nemuri supposed she had to stick around school to work on prep for the festival but she had heard Ectoplasm had assigned his class to interview a teacher so Nemuri had to wonder who might be brave enough to approach her. Her skin tingled at the very thought.[/color]