●~Not All There Anymore |REWRITTEN|~●

|5| Unremarkable

Oh wait, this wasn't even his to begin with. Dammit, plot devices.

Across the battle field, Sero felt a great need to repair something with his tape. Wait, now it was even more broken.

Izuku paused, leaning on his knees. He panted, never letting up on his quirk. He really should, his bones were groaning and his muscles were sore. He should probably get some kind of medicine for that. Dammit.

Izuku internally hit himself. Stop. Thinking. Focus, dumbass. Or as Kacchan would put it, nerd.

Izuku yelped as he was forced to shoot upward as a two pointer lunged at him. He scowled from his place flying in the air and shot down a well-placed air missile (didn't he have an actual name for that move?) down at the robot.

Or, it would be a good shot. If a certain piece of rotten fruit that looked like a kindergartner's art project done the night of hadn't jumped in. Obviously trying to impress someone.

Izuku tried to call out. He really did. He did try to warn Mineta, to tell him that Izuku had taken care of it. It wasn't his fault that his voice came out so sarcastic and barely audible. He certainly didn't want Mineta to get hurt. No, not at all.

Okay, maybe a little. But he wouldn't leave Izuku alone this morning in class, for whatever reason. Probably another bout of asking about something that came about three months ago.

Personal. Space. The kid needed to learn it.

An air missile was a great teacher.

Mineta was blasted into a building by the force of Izuku's shot, which was meant for a large, tough metal robot.

"Oops," Izuku muttered half heartedly. He landed on the ground in a crouch just as the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the simulation. Looking around, the model city was a mess. The surrounding buildings had a little damage, not to much, just a bit of chunks taken out and a smashed window or two.

The robots were the real mess. Tons of smoking piles of what was now scrap metal sat piled around, steaming and sparking with electricity. Dang. His class was just full of powerhouses, wasn't it? Looking closer, he could see bits of ice marks mixed with burns and the tell-tale shaded burn of explosions. What looked like a strike from Ojiro's tail sat in a dent, while a dent that looked to be caused by a canon ball sat in another bot.

Yep. Bunch of powerhouses.

"Midoriya!" Izuku groaned, hearing the whiny voice of his classmate. Two. Minutes. That was all he wanted. Or maybe two hours, who knows? At least his head felt less foggy. Wait, don't jinx it.

"What, Mineta?" Izuku asked as nicely as humanly possible. He could see a few classmates (mainly the girls) looking at him with pity, but none interfered. Traitors. Traitors, all of you.

"You almost killed me!" Mineta shouted, to which Izuku took great interest in his support gloves. "What the heck, Midoriya!?"

Izuku paused, then made a big show of looking around, his eyes wide and inspecting. Then he stood still, stuck out his hand, and fell silent. A few people stared on in confusion, before Izuku turned to Mineta with a cold and serious look in his eyes.

"Maybe," he said solemnly, "if I hold my hand out like this, a fuck will fall out of the sky, and I could give it to you."