Drops

“Sure thing!” You say, going to the circle and making sure to pass by Uraraka’s side. “You did ace it!”
>“You bet I did!” She says “Good luck Wal- Were you bleeding!?”
“Bad fall, tell ya later” You say before stepping into the pitching circle.

You take care to place your feet almost atop each other, then enlarge yourself to your max size.
A good idea it was, since your feet just barely fit inside the circle.
You balance on a single foot, and swivel your massive body while throwing the marble the softball is to you now, almost slumping forwards.
Your hurt body groans like an old house, and you can feel Yaoyorozu’s bandage drip down your back, but you don’t pay it any mind.
While you know your pitch was hurt by the lack of step and your precarious balance, you can still see the ball… well, not anymore.
And that's great for this kind of thing.

You shrink back to normal to know your score and to get out of the circle, stepping into a small dark red puddle.

>“731,5 meters.” Mr. Aizawa says, crouching for some reason. “It mostly permeated through, so relocation won’t be necessary… But this place will be burned.”

You comply and start walking back to where Shoto and the girls were, only to find them gone.
Scanning the ‘crowd’ you find that most of your classmates are looking either sick, worried or afraid, and all looking at you.
So when you find them near Uraraka, Midoriya (Who is shadowing who?), Iida, Aoyama, and…
Ugh, Bakugo. You have to ask…

“What’s with the faces?” You motion around.
>“It was ghastly.” Aoyama says, looking a bit green.
>“Are you alright?” The tall boy you know is called Iida asks you, looking you over, and not in the usual way.
>“It’s just a trickle now...” Uraraka asks, poking the lower end of your stained shirt.
“What’s going on?”
>“Simply put, you bled between one and two gallons, which splashed down into court like rain.” Shoto states, like blood rain was a normal weather phenomena for him.
>“She went to pitch a ball and almost soaked the entire court in blood, Todoroki.” Jiro says. “For a few seconds, it all looked like a crime scene.” Yaoyorozu says. “The court drained it, but it was horrifying while it lasted.”
“At first it was a small flow, pooling at your feet, but the pitch caused a spray, it didn’t actually reach anyone but...” Midoriya explains, then starts zoning out. “While fluids do grow in quantity with you, it is of note that regular fluid dynamics still affect them.”