“My lungs feel like they’re going to collapse…” you wheezed, pushing your glasses up your face as Momo Ayase patted your back.

“You’re all sweaty, Okarun!” She made a disgusted face, sticking her tongue out as she shook her hand of the sweat. You only huffed softly. You couldn’t help it. The Calvary battle took a lot out of you.

“Well, might as well make it to our seats…” you sighed, straightening out your normally hunched back as you sat in the 1-B stands. Monoma was heckling 1-A from over the wall, like usual.

You were honestly trying to keep your body from turning in on itself. After transforming and using Turbo Granny’s power, you still weren’t used to any of it.

“It’s a shame Jiji and…Aira,” Ayase rolled her eyes at the girls name, but she was slowly coming around. “Went to Shiketsu…”

“…Miss Ayase, who do you think you’ll be against?” You whispered, looking down to the floor as you sighed.

“Huh? No idea, really.” She shrugged nonchalantly, leaning back as she crossed her legs. She had the power of telekinesis to others, but you knew. It was a spiritual power awakening - one only Yokai and cursed people could see. Which was you. She had giant teal hands, but you were the only one who could see it so far (well, other than Aira Shiratori and Jiji since they were also cursed) here.

“Now, for our next fight! Can Ken Takakura—“ Ayase squealed, going red and covering her ears. She…had that reaction to your birth name and you didn’t know why. “Head to the platform?!”

“…wish me luck, Miss Ayase…” you whispered, and she nodding, giving you a thumbs up. You stared for a minute before going red, coughing as you headed to the platform in the middle of the coliseum.

You took in a long sigh, closing your eyes. Only to Ayase’s eyes, you were transforming. Your uniform wisped at the ends, turning red. Red marks slashed down your face, and your hair began to stick up and shift into a white color.

Of course, nobody else saw it. It was simply invisible.

“…what a bummer…” you grunted, pushing your glasses up. Right, you also changed personalities too.

“Now, the great 1-B Ken Takakura will go against….give me a drumroll!” Present Mic yelled, pointing at Aizawa as he sat beside him in the booth. The teacher, wrapped in bandages from the USJ incident, only squinted at him.

“Fair enough! Now, your opponent will be….!