Fairy

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Eri glanced around. The festival was still packed…booths lined the paths, people wandered between them, and the music from different performances mixed into a weird but lively background noise.

She hesitated, then pointed at a stall selling stuffed animals. "What is that?"

"A game," I said. "You throw a ball, hit the target, and win a prize."

She stared at the giant teddy bear hanging from the top shelf. "Oh."

Nejire leaned down. "You wanna try?"

Eri nodded.

"Say less," I said, already moving.

The class followed, most of them still running on leftover performance energy. When we got to the booth, the guy running it barely had time to react before Eri stepped up to the counter. He glanced at me. "Uh. Five tickets."

I slapped the tickets down. "Give her the ball."

He handed Eri a small, slightly lopsided rubber ball. She turned it over in her hands, staring at the rows of stacked cans.

"Alright," I said. "Just throw it at the target."

She looked up at me. "What if I miss?"

"Then you try again."

She shifted on her feet, then pulled her arm back and threw. The ball wobbled in the air, hitting the side of the stack without knocking anything over.

She frowned. "Oh."

Nejire patted her head. "That is why you get more tries!"

Eri nodded, gripping the next ball a little tighter. Her second throw was better, but still not enough to knock everything down.

Mina grinned. "Alright, alright, coaching time… someone show her how it is done."

I rolled my shoulders, grabbed a ball, and chucked it. The stack collapsed instantly.

Eri's eyes widened. "Oh."

Mina threw an arm around my shoulders. "See? Like that!"

Eri nodded again, studying the cans. She took a deep breath, lifted the ball, and threw one more time.

Clang.

The stack wobbled, then crashed.

Nejire whooped. "YES! You did it!"

Eri blinked at the fallen cans. "Oh."

The booth guy sighed. "Pick a prize."

Eri pointed immediately. "The bear."

He grabbed it, handing it over. Eri took it carefully, arms wrapping around its massive body.

Nejire poked my side. "She has chosen wisely."

I nodded. "Damn right."

Eri hugged the bear tighter, hiding a small smile behind its fluffy head.

We moved through the festival, hopping between stalls, dragging Eri into random games, and letting Nejire go full over-the-top mode with her "festival guide" antics. At some point, Kirishima convinced Bakugo to try a ring toss, which ended with Bakugo growling about "rigged-ass games" while Kirishima laughed his ass off.

Eventually, we circled back toward the main event area. People were still milling around, some buzzing about our performance, others hyping up the next show.

Eri held onto my sleeve. "That was fun."

I looked down at her. "Yeah?"

She nodded, hugging the bear. "Yes."

Nejire beamed. "Mission success!"

Mom smiled. "I am glad."

Class 1-B's play was exactly the kind of disaster everyone expected.

Monoma, draped in a half-cape, started off with some ridiculous monologue about fate and forbidden love. Three lines in, Shiozaki swung in on a vine, nearly decapitating Kuroiro, who was trying to brood dramatically in the corner.

Then Awase, for some fucking reason, stormed in wearing a knight's helmet, waving around a foam sword like it was Excalibur. Kendo barely got through her lines without smacking Monoma upside the head, which was probably the biggest show of restraint anyone had seen all day.

By the time the "Prisoner of Azkaban" part kicked in… featuring Tetsutetsu as some kind of fusion between Sirius Black and Aragorn, dual-wielding swords against an imaginary Dementor… half the audience was either crying from laughter or completely lost.

Mom leaned toward me. "Do they know what they are doing?"

"No," I said.

Eri tilted her head. "Why is that knight shouting?"

"Dramatic effect," Nejire said.

"Is it working?"

"No."

Eri nodded, taking another bite of her festival snack. "Oh."

Kirishima clapped as the play wrapped up with a thunderous, absolutely nonsensical finale where Monoma dramatically declared himself "the true king of the world" before getting absolutely flattened by a stage prop that collapsed mid-monologue.

Sero wiped his eyes. "Holy shit, that was amazing."

Yaoyorozu looked like she was trying to process how theater had been so violently disgraced. "That was… something."

Kendo bowed stiffly, probably planning Monoma's murder the second they got backstage.

Mineta sniffled. "This was art."

Jiro side-eyed him. "You have no taste."

After the play ended, we regrouped near one of the food stalls, everyone splitting off for a quick break before the next event.

The haunted house was up next, and I already knew I wasn't going in. Mom, Eri, and I walked right past it while the rest of the class, and Nejire… went straight in.

Eri held onto my sleeve. "They like getting scared?"

I shrugged. "Apparently."

She looked back at the entrance, where Mina was already hyping up the group while Kaminari fake-trembled for dramatic effect. "Will they be okay?"

Mom snorted. "They will be fine. A little screaming won't kill them."

We wandered through the festival while waiting, checking out the quieter booths. Eri stuck close, watching everything with the kind of focus only kids had, like she was memorizing every little detail.

Eventually, we made our way back, right as the haunted house doors slammed open.

Kirishima came out first, grinning like an idiot. "That was awesome!"

Mina stumbled out behind him, clutching her stomach from laughing too hard. "Oh my god, that was the best thing ever."

Sero wheezed, supporting Kaminari, who looked like he'd been personally victimized by every jump scare inside.

Jiro walked out looking completely unfazed. "That was weak."

Bakugo stomped out last, shoving Kaminari off him. "Tch. Waste of fucking time."

Kaminari, still recovering, pointed at Bakugo. "Says the guy who almost blasted a hole in the wall."

Bakugo grabbed his collar. "The fuck did you just say?"

Nejire skipped out last, looking downright gleeful. "I love haunted houses!"

Eri peeked up at her. "Did you get scared?"

"Nope!" She grinned. "But Kaminari did."

Kaminari groaned. "You don't have to announce it."

Nejire patted his head. "Aw, don't worry, we still respect you. A little."

Before he could argue, an announcement crackled over the speakers.

"The U.A. School Festival Beauty Pageant will begin shortly! Please gather at the main stage!"

Nejire gasped. "That is my cue!"

Eri tugged at my sleeve. "She is going to win, right?"

"Obviously," I said.

Nejire did a dramatic twirl. "I shall return victorious!"

Kaminari snorted. "Or at least obnoxiously loud."

She stuck her tongue out at him before running off toward the backstage area.

The rest of us made our way to the audience section. The front was packed, students from every department gathered around, waiting to see the show.

We found a space near the front. Eri held onto her bear, glancing at the stage curiously. "What happens now?"

"People walk around in fancy outfits and try to be the most impressive," I said.

Eri blinked. "Like a talent show?"

"Kind of."

The lights dimmed slightly as the host stepped up. "Welcome, everyone, to this year's U.A. School Festival Beauty Pageant! We got eight incredible contestants from different years and departments, all here to show you what they've got!"

The audience cheered. Eri flinched at the sudden noise, but Nejire had done a good job preparing her for the loud parts of the festival. She just clutched her bear tighter, eyes fixed on the stage.

The first few contestants came out, each doing their own thing. Some leaned into style, others went for humor. A girl from the Business Course recited a whole-ass monologue about "charismatic marketing," which probably would've made sense to someone who wasn't me.

Then came the real competition.

Kendo stepped out, looking every bit like the confident, powerhouse she was. Instead of just walking the stage, she went straight for the action. With a sharp pivot, she tore through a stack of wooden boards with a single, clean strike.

The host gasped. "Now that is what we call a perfect balance of beauty and strength!"

Kendo straightened, adjusting what was left of her dress after the stunt, giving the audience a winning smile.

Mina nudged my side. "Kendo looks cool as hell."

Kaminari whistled. "Damn, she went full battle queen."

Jiro crossed her arms. "Honestly? Not a bad move."

Then Bibimi Kenranzaki took the stage.

Before she even stepped out, there was a mechanical whirring. Then, a golden monstrosity rolled onto the stage… a robotic vehicle, modeled after her own face, glittering under the lights.

Sero recoiled. "What the fuck?"

Bibimi stood inside the thing like some kind of overly enthusiastic parade queen, waving dramatically. "Everyone! Behold! The future of beauty and engineering combined!"

Some of the audience clapped, but there was definitely confusion and amusement.

Yaoyorozu pinched the bridge of her nose. "That is… certainly a choice."

Eri tugged my sleeve. "Why does her car have her face?"

"No idea."

The host, to his credit, recovered quickly. "Now that is a grand entrance! Stunning, extravagant, and absolutely unique!"

Bibimi beamed. "Of course! A beauty pageant isn't just about looks… it is about making a statement!"

Then came the moment everyone was waiting for.

"Next up, our final contestant… Nejire Hado!"

The stage lights shifted, a soft blue glow washing over the floor. Nejire floated in, her energy radiating off her like a second spotlight.

Her dress shimmered with every motion, dazzling light, trailing with her as she moved. She didn't just walk… she danced through the air.

Then, with a flourish, she lifted her hand. Her Quirk sparked to life, spiraling outward in delicate arcs, swirling until they formed a massive rose in the air.

For a moment, the crowd was silent.

Then exploded.

Mina shot to her feet. "That is my girl!"

Kaminari shook his head. "Holy shit, she is making everyone else look like amateurs."

Jiro smirked. "And she knows it."

Eri clutched her bear, eyes wide. "She is flying."

Mom smiled. "Yes, she is."

Nejire pressed the hidden switch. For a second, nothing happened. Then, with a flicker of light, the wings unfurled… delicate, shimmering, blending perfectly into her movements. She barely paused, tilting her head as she felt the shift.

The wings unfurled.

The crowd froze.

Then erupted.

Under the stage lights, the wings looked like they were made of light itself, shifting in and out of view with every motion.

Nejire twirled, watching the effect in real-time. Her lips parted in a grin. Yeah. This was it.

Up in the stands, Toru elbowed me. "You actually made her into a fairy."

I nodded, watching as Nejire moved effortlessly through the air. "Good thing it worked. Would've been awkward if she just looked like a cosplayer with a malfunctioning prop."

Kaminari whistled. "Damn, she really knows how to work a crowd."

Jiro tapped her fingers against her leg. "She is showing off, but it is not excessive. Pacing is good."

Nejire glanced toward the crowd, spinning midair as the wings pulsed with movement. Then, as if the performance wasn't already dramatic enough, she swept her hand outward, her Quirk flaring to create a spiral of energy that feeding into the rose above her. The light caught the edges, making it glow against the sky. Then explode into a light show.

That was the breaking point. The audience erupted, some students jumping to their feet, shouting, clapping, some even scrambling to take pictures. The judges exchanged glances.

Yaoyorozu sighed. "It is difficult to imagine anyone outshining that."

Kirishima grinned. "That is how you go all out."

The moment stretched just long enough before Nejire landed, touching down lightly. She shot one last grin at the audience before stepping back with a small, self-satisfied nod. Yeah. She had that in the bag.

The host barely recovered in time to move things along. "What a performance! Truly dazzling! Give it up for Nejire Hado!"

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The children are gone. The river has stopped bubbling.

Only Charlie remains.

Wonka: "Did you enjoy your time here?"

Charlie: "Yes, Mr. Wonka! It was amazing!"

Wonka nods. Opens a golden envelope.

"Ryuu's Power Stone Count: 0"

Wonka doesn't speak.

He closes the envelope.

He presses a button.

Charlie vanishes through the floor.

The Oompa Loompas don't sing.

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