The end of the day was only an hour apart from now, and Shoto stood over the bodies of his fallen enemies. Team Skull had prevailed, once again, in Japan's Dome.

He turned his head, looking at his teammates. Bakugou looking grumpy, as always, trying to help an embaressed Midoryia out of the tree he'd climbed in to get a good snipe-view. "Hm.", Shoto turned his gaze in ponder.

Denki and Kirishima had skipped out, this round, to go on a break in the dome's hot springs. Shoto turned his gaze back around. There were no remaining Team Flesh members. None... save for you. But that was normal, at this point.