Midoriya nodded to the girl's answer. He let out a silent sigh of relief. He managed to cheer her up without messing up in the middle. It was a bit of a progress for him. In his perspective, at least. Nensu, along with her brother, had one of the flashiest quirks in their class, and along with it a good heart. He'd hate to see them feel down by what they had to go through. Especially for Nensu, who had a scar that she might had to take it to the grave. Midoriya reached out a hand to her and brushed her hand gently before quickly pulling away, a slight shade of pink sparking on his cheeks.
"D...don't worry, you'll do fine!"
He said.

Meanwhile, Hiems realized that he was giving Yaoyorozu an unnecessary amount of glances and decided that he might as well try bringing some bread for the soup, completely ignoring what he was doing for the past few minutes.

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After a nice meal and some recreation time to help quench the boredom of the one's who couldn't reach the highlights of the festival, the final event that many waited for, or dreaded, arrived. The tournament battles, held in a concrete arena in the middle of the stadium. Midnight announced the first eight matches that were randomly paired, where the students were to fight against each other to reach the first place, and get the shiny gold medal of the whole festival. The combatants for the first battle were guided to each ends of the arena...

"ROUND ONE! A STUDENT ALL THE WAY FROM AMERICA OF 1-A WHO'S HARDLY FLASHY COMPARED TO ANYONE IN IT! HIEMS GALE!"
Present Mic's voice boomed across the stadium, somehow managing to introduce a boring person so passionately.
"Huh."
Hiems muttered.
"VERSUS! THE BRAIN OF CLASS 1-A, NOTHING SHE CAN'T MAKE! YAOYOROZU MOMO!"