Level 1: Game Start!

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Bakugou sits back in his seat, grumbling all the while. Izuku merely shrugs his shoulders, before pulling out his notebooks. Class was as hectic as ever, but... Out of the corner of his eye, Izuku sees orange pixels rippling over Bakugou's skin.

'...Game Virus...?'

The final bell of the day rang out across the school, Izuku smirking excitedly as he put his notebooks into his bag, strapping it to his shoulders, before standing up. A hand suddenly slammed down on his desk, popping off a small explosion. "Ugh, you know you're only creating more problems for the cleaners by doing this, right?" Izuku sighs, looking at Bakugou.

"This isn't over, Deku!" Bakugou says, before poking a finger into the green haired teen's chest. "The best heroes out there showed signs of greatness from youth, even as students. I'm going to be the first and only student from this shitty middle school to become a hero, the first and only to get into UA. Don't you dare get in my way."

Izuku grows a cocky smile, smacking the hand away. "Sorry but the game's not played like that, Kacchan. Just because you want something doesn't mean you'll be getting it automatically. You actually have to put in the effort. Oh, but you wouldn't know about something like that, would you..." Izuku lowers his head a bit, his same cocky smile feeling more like a glare. "Mister Born Lucky." Izuku walks off, leaving Bakugou fuming all the while.

Closing the door behind him, Izuku quickly ducks in-between some lockers, shaking off the sudden rush of confidence. 'If I'm right... Then he's really stressed out right now. Which means the symptoms should be easier to spot...' Izuku thinks to himself, as the door to his class suddenly opens, Bakugou racing out of it.

His skin shows more orange pixels across it, as part of his exploding hand turns translucent. Izuku's eyes shrink at the evidence, as he covers his mouth in shock. 'He has it... But why would Kacchan have Game Virus? He's a health nut. He wouldn't just skip any of the vaccines... Unless he wanted to prove his strength...' Izuku realizes in his head as he walks off in the other direction.

He leaves the school ground, heading in another direction. "Okay, so Kacchan has Game Virus. This is fine, I'll just call Aunt Asuna or Uncle Parad and have them take care of it... Except both of them are out on cases today, and won't be done until much later. Well, I can just tell them tonight, and they can take care of it then or tomorrow... But his symptoms could accelerate and spawn a bad Bugster... Oh man...!" Izuku scratches at his hair, freaking out a little. He drops his hands, and finds them moving to the straps of his backpack, tightening his grip on the straps. "If it's down to this... Can I do this operation myself? I'm used to stitching myself after some of his harsher beatdowns, but this is a virus separation procedure... Can I really...?" Izuku speaks to himself, as he enters a tunnel.

The rattling of metal interrupts his thoughts, as he quickly turns around, seeing a large slime creature pop out of a manhole. "A medium-sized body to hide in... How perfect!" The creature shouts, before it sends out slimy tendrils after Izuku.

"A villain?!" Izuku shouts, rolling out of the way of some of the tendrils. This is the worst timing in the world, considering what Izuku thinks he might have to do. 'Can't life give me a break for once?'

"Fear not Young Man!" A voice shouts from the manhole, before it bursts out of the ground, a giant figure popping out of the ground. Larger than life, muscles beyond compare, and signature blonde hair shaped in a V. "For I am here!" All Might, the number one hero has arrived! He rears a fist back, Izuku running to one of the tunnel's sides, and clinging to it for dear life. "Texas... SMASH!" The man shouts, punching out his fist as it tears apart the slime villain, Izuku's legs being picked up by the resulting wind pressure created from the punch. As the wind slows down, All Might approaches the teen, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Are you okay Young Man?"

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