Multiversal Snippets

[1v1 - Izuku Midoriya VS Neito Monoma]

OOC Midoriya Izuku | Izuku has a Fire Quirk | Monoma gets washed | Power Fantasy

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"ALRIGHT! FOR THE FIRST MATCHUP OF THE THIRD ROUND! THESE TWO STUDENTS HAVE BEEN PART OF THE FEW EYE-CATCHERS IN THE ENTIRE FESTIVAL! BUT NOW, THIS MATCHUP WILL DETERMINE WHO'S BETTER THAN THE OTHER! ARE Y'ALL READYYYYYYYY!?" Present Mic announced, as the stadium erupted.

"ON ONE SIDE; ONE OF THE ONLY TWO STUDENTS FROM CLASS 1B TO ADVANCE TO THE COMBAT PORTION OF THE TOURNAMENT! HIS QUIRK MAKES HIM AN ABSOLUTE WILDCARD; FROM CLASS 1B, GIVE IT UP FOR... NEITO MONOMA!!!" Present Mic announced, and the crowd cheered as the 1B blonde made his way onto the arena, wearing a smug grin on his face.

"VERSUS! THIS GUY HAS PROVEN HIMSELF TO BE AN UNKOWN POWERHOUSE ALONGSIDE HIS WEB-SLINGING CLASSMATE! FROM CLASS 1C... IT'S IZUKU MIDORIYAAAAA!!!" Present Mic hyped the crowd up as the green-haired pyrokinetic walked onto the arena, wearing an indifferent expression.

"Kick his butt, Papa!" Suddenly he heard a child's voice among the raucous cheers of the crowd, looking around until he spotted a cheering Eri with Rias and his other wives. He chuckled to himself as he gave them a small smile.

"Ah, the General Studies upstart," Neito Monoma said as he stood on his side of the ring, looking at the green-haired pyrokinetic who had his hands in his pockets as he tilted his head in confusion.

"I had hoped to fight Endeavor's favorite son at this point in the festival," he continued, stretching his arms as he spoke. "Alas, you took that chance away from me. So now YOU'LL have to take the beating in his place," the Hero Course student finished arrogantly, making Izuku blink twice.

Neito spoke again, but Izuku already tuned him out as he rolled his eyes. 'Oh, great; another brat with a superiority complex,' he thought, 'Because Bakugo just wasn't enough...'

"Hey!" His thought was halted by Neito, who looked angry for some reason. "Were you even listening!?"

Ah, that's why.

"Let's just get this over with; I got somewhere to be," he responded, sighing in boredom as he just assumed a stance.

'Hook,' Izuku thought to himself as Midnight raised her whip.

And as if Neito wasn't mad already, the Gen Ed upstart's blatant disrespect just enraged him even further. "Oh, I'm going to make you regret not taking me seriously," he seethed as he also took a stance.

'Line,' Izuku thought again.

After a few seconds, Midnight brought her whip down. "Begin!"

At that, Neito rushed towards Izuku with his arms turning rock solid, a telltale sign of him activating one of the Quirks he copied from Class 1A. Somewhere in the stands, a rough voice starts loudly questioning, saying something along the lines of 'When the hell did this guy copy my Quirk!?' followed by profuse apologies.

'Sinker,' Izuku thought, smirking as Neito closed the distance with a fist cocked back.

"Hyaaah!" Neito yelled out, throwing his punch which Izuku avoided. Seeing his opponent evade his punch, the blonde copycat readied his other arm for a wide swing, the fingers acting as a blade. Again Izuku dodged the attack.

Just then, Neito jumped high, his body poised for a right kick. This time, Izuku actually raised his arm to block the attack. Neito smirked. "I win!" He declared, feeling a rush of power from the Quirk he just copied.

To his surprise, Izuku wasn't remotely shocked. In fact, he was grinning. Neito jumped away from his opponent, feeling suspicious. "What are you planning?" He demanded.