Slumping in their chair, [Name] let out a big sigh, their gaze drifting across the blackboard with a feeling of defeat. English class, required as it was, felt like it would never end, suffocating them with its boredom. But even in the midst of all that dullness, there was something reassuring about the English language to [Name]. They'd gotten pretty good at it thanks to their adventures with Clow Cards like Spider-Man, a favorite character from the Marvel universe once long ago.
In a world dominated by quirks, the once-beloved Marvel to DC universe faded into obscurity, overshadowed by the rise of pro heroes. As quirks became the norm, the fantastical tales of superheroes and villains lost their appeal, eventually leading to the cessation of comic book production from the pre-quirk era. However, for [Name], these comics held a special place in their heart, becoming cherished collector's items within their apartment.
Over time, [Name] painstakingly gathered a massive collection of these vintage comics, investing both time and money into acquiring each piece. Fortunately, their parents turned a blind eye to their spending habits, so long as they didn't both their parents from working.
In the boring English classes, [Name] thought about their own mission: learning different languages. After mastering Spanish, they aimed to pick up Korean next. Becoming multilingual became super important to [Name] - it wasn't just a hobby; it was a big life goal for their future. They were super into connecting with people from all over, and being able to speak multiple languages was key. Plus, being a Pro Hero might mean traveling outside Japan, so knowing different languages could really come in handy.
As Present Mic's voice pierced through the silence, he posed a question to the class: "Which one of these sentences contains the mistake?"
[Name], spotting the error in the fourth sentence, chose not to raise their hand. Instead, they observed as Yayorozu raised her hand once again to provide an answer. A faint smirk danced on [Name]'s lips, imagining the potential frustration the teacher might feel in handling what is to be a disinterested class.
A nagging feeling started to grow in [Name]'s mind, suggesting that Present Mic might resort to using his quirk to force students to participate or, even worse, pick students randomly - something that went against [Name]'s unspoken rules for the classroom. Uncomfortable with the idea of being put on the spot, knowing it often made them feel stressed and anxious, [Name] reluctantly decided to raise their hand. It was the first time they had spoken up in the class. Present Mic's face lit up with a grin, genuinely happy to have a volunteer who wasn't Yayorozu, the only other student actively participating.
"It is the fourth one, Present Mic-sensei," With a casual demeanor, [Name] confidently pointed out the mistake in the fourth sentence to Present Mic-sensei. Their voice carried a hint of boredom, reflecting their eagerness for the class to end.
As the correct answer escaped their lips, "Good job," Present Mic responded with a screech resembling a bird's cry, [Name] remained unfazed.
Inwardly satisfied with a job well done, [Name] welcomed the sound of the bell, announcing the onset of lunchtime. Eager to talk with their friends, they decided to join Jirou, Hakagure, and Yayorozu, the latter two having been rivals during the entrance assessment.
The lunchtime chatter echoed in the cafeteria as [Name], Jirou, Hakagure, and Yayorozu gathered at a corner table. Trays filled with a variety of dishes clattered, and the aroma of different foods mingled in the air.
"So, [Name], what's your favorite subject so far?" Jirou, with her signature earphone jacks trailing from her earlobes, leaned in with genuine curiosity.
[Name] took a moment to think, stirring the contents of their bento. "I'd say anything related to battle training. I'm not much of a fan of theoretical classes. I am really excited to take Heroeics Class next. What about you?"
Jirou smirked. "No surprises there. Music class is more of my jam."
Hakagure giggled. "I can't say I have a favorite subject yet. It's all so fascinating!"
Yayorozu, her poised demeanor standing out amidst the lively atmosphere, added her input. "I quite enjoy the challenge of math class with Ectoplasm. But, as [Name] said, battle training is fun."
[Name] nodded, "Yeah, there's something about facing challenges head-on that really gets the blood pumping."
The conversation flowed smoothly, effortlessly shifting between various topics. They explored their hobbies, Quirks, and even exchanged a few embarrassing stories from their entrance exams. Laughter filled the room as they swapped anecdotes, with Yayorozu contributing her experiences from the Recommendation Exam, offering valuable insights into the challenges they had all encountered on their path to U.A.
As they delved into their lunches, the conversation took a turn toward hero influences.
"Who's your favorite hero?" Hakagure asked, her form shimmering as she leaned forward.
Jirou answered first, "Definitely Present Mic. His music and combat combo is pretty cool."
Yayorozu hums, placing her finger under her chin in thought. "It might have to be Mirko. Her fighting style, in my opinion, is powerful but also elegant. I do hope that makes sense."
[Name] nodded. "I have to agree. I love watching her fights."
Hakagure's form pulsed with excitement. "Midnight's quirk is fascinating. She can put people to sleep instantly! She is totally in the Top 10 for me!"
[Name] considered for a moment and then said who their favorite hero is.
The lunchtime banter continued, creating a bond among the teens. Once the bell rang for the end of lunch, did [Name] grow giddy for Herocis Class coming up.
Despite feeling connected with their classmates, [Name] couldn't shake a mix of excitement and nervousness. The upcoming hero training class with All Might was on the horizon, and while everyone else seemed thrilled, [Name] felt a bit different. They loved battle training, but the idea of being taught by the Symbol of Peace made them a bit uneasy. This is All Might's first year teaching after all.
"I am entering the room like a normal person!" As All Might's booming voice filled the room, [Name] couldn't help but stifle a chuckle at the theatricality of his entrance. Claiming to enter like a normal person while bursting in with the force of a thousand trumpets seemed a bit contradictory. While their classmates buzzed with excitement at the sight of the Symbol of Peace, [Name] couldn't shake the feeling of embarrassment caused by All Might's dramatic arrival.
With unwavering determination, All Might strode purposefully toward the front of the classroom, emanating an aura of authority and heroism. Standing tall at the podium, he rested his hands firmly on his hips, poised to share his invaluable wisdom with the eager students before him.
"Welcome to Hero Basic Training," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "In this class, I will guide each of you on the path to becoming true heroes. I have high hopes for every single one of you, and I expect nothing less than your absolute best in every lesson. So, without further ado, let's dive into today's topic - Battle." All Might dramatically held up a card with bold, red lettering that unmistakably spelled out "Battle," ensuring everyone in the room could see it. The topic announcement was met with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty from the students, wondering what challenges awaited them in this hero training journey.
"Combat training!" All Might's booming proclamation ignited a surge of excitement within [Name]. Physical challenges had always held a magnetic allure for them, serving as a way to fill the void left by the absence of parental affection. This inclination became apparent during their middle school years when they fearlessly stood up to bullies and engaged in fights to protect others, relying on their own strength rather than their quirk. While the police classified these actions as self-defense, [Name]'s less-than-genuine friends viewed them as nothing more than an adrenaline junkie. The prospect of combat training in Hero Basic Training was merely another outlet for their innate thrill-seeking nature.
"Battles!" Bakugo's voice sounded with excitement, his competitive spirit driving him to relish the thought of combat. For him, it was a chance to show off his skills and prove that he was better than everyone else, or to teach a certain someone a lesson.
"Training?" Midoriya's voice quivered with concern, the sound of his teeth chattering audible. [Name] felt a pang of empathy for Midoriya, understanding the limitations of his quirk. Combat exercises might not be the best approach to tackle the issues stemming from his unique ability. With All Might's guidance, [Name] hoped Midoriya could discover ways to overcome these obstacles.
"And to add a bit of flair to this!" All Might roared with amusement, thumbing a button on the remote control clasped in his hands.
In an instant, four panels concealed in the walls of the classroom gracefully slid open, each bearing a distinct number highlighted in vibrant green. All Might, with unwavering enthusiasm, directed the students, "Prepare to don your costumes, meticulously crafted to your specifications submitted at the beginning of the school year. Once suited up, make your way to Ground Beta!"
"Yes, sir!" The students responded in unison, their eagerness palpable as they anticipated the practical application of their hero training.
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[Name] meticulously chose the materials for their hero costume, mindful that it would need to accommodate the constant changes brought on by their Clow Cards. Comfort and durability were their top priorities, understanding the rigorous demands of hero work. While their classmates headed to Ground Beta, [Name] lingered in the background, finding solace in the solitude of the shadows.
All Might's booming voice sounded as he welcomed the students, "They say clothes make the man, and today, you are all heroes! Ensure that you embody the spirit of heroism in both appearance and action. Remember, you are the future of this world, so make it count!"
With an assertive grin, All Might added, "Now, let's kick things off, zygotes! Are you ready to step into the hero you're destined to become?" [Name] couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at All Might's choice of words, wondering if the reference to biological terms was deliberate. Nevertheless, they were enthusiastic about beginning their hero training and determined to become the best hero they could be.
"Glad to see not everyone went for the flashy route," Jirou commented, her gaze shifting to [Name]'s outfit. Surrounded by a sea of vibrant hero costumes, she couldn't help but feel a pang of uncertainty about standing out, especially among her female peers. The thought of fitting in often occupied her mind, and seeing [Name] choose a similarly understated costume offered a comforting sense of reassurance.
"Yeah, I figured since some of my clow cards have flashy outfits, I'd go for something simple," [Name] explained, tapping their pouch to emphasize the point.
"Oh, like the one from the entrance exam?" Kaminari chimed in as he approached the duo. [Name] nodded.
"Can I know the card's name?" Jirou inquired, tilting her head with curiosity.
"The card's name is Ayaka Kamisato," [Name] revealed casually, idly picking at their nails. Memories of imparting lessons about their powers to their classmates flashed in their mind.
"Well, that one's a total hottie," Kaminari remarked in a flirty tone.
"Ew, boys," Jirou rolled her eyes, causing Kaminari to squawk in embarrassment.
"Ayaka is pretty," [Name] stated, letting their pansexuality show.
Reflecting on their past, [Name] recalled a life-changing experience (in her opinion) at the tender age of five when they received the Clow Card. The acquisition of this potent card wasn't the result of any grand scheme but rather a simple act of friendship between them and another.
Ayaka, during her struggles to make friends as the heir to the Kamisato clan, befriended a traveler who visited her home country. Through this newfound friendship, Ayaka gifted [Name] with her clow card. Despite the seemingly unremarkable circumstances surrounding its acquisition, [Name] held onto it tightly, cherishing both the power it brought and the friendship formed with a child they forgot. However, a slight tinge of sadness lingered, knowing that the friendship was somewhat one-sided once they realized it. This realization added a nuanced layer to [Name]'s view of Ayaka's card. Amidst these reflections, [Name] couldn't help but wonder about the mysterious traveler who played a pivotal role in Ayaka's life.
"Now," All Might declared, his commanding voice effortlessly grabbing the class's attention. His resonant tone possessed a charismatic quality that made it impossible for anyone to ignore. All Might was undeniably a figure with immense presence.
"Sir!" Iida eagerly raised his hand. "Considering this is the battle center from the entrance exam, are we to expect another round of urban battles?"
"No, we're taking it up a notch," the hero stated, lifting two fingers for emphasis. "In real-life situations, confrontations with villains often occur indoors. So, for this exercise, you'll be split into 2-2 battles, with one group acting as heroes and the others as villains. Given our odd number of students, one group will consist of three participants."
"Without basic training?" [Name] observed, taking note of the girl who asked the question. Her costume seemed to draw inspiration from a frog, catching their attention.
She must have some sort of frog quirk, [Name] speculated, finding the frog girl particularly adorable.
"This is a genuine battle to apply those basics!" All Might responded, his powerful voice cutting through the room. "However, the twist this time is that there are no robots for you to pummel."
Instantly, the class erupted into a chorus of questions. [Name] glanced at All Might's face and noticed the hero was becoming somewhat overwhelmed by the barrage of inquiries. Deciding to lend a hand, [Name] raised their voice above the chaos.
"Hey!" [Name] exclaimed, the students falling silent as they turned their attention to [Name] with puzzled expressions.
"Let All Might speak! Show some respect..." The students who had been bombarding the teacher with questions glanced downward, their faces revealing a tinge of shame as they finally recognized All Might's overwhelmed state.
"Thanks, [Last Name]!" [Name] acknowledged with a nod, appreciating the intervention. "I'll address all your questions." All Might conjures a small book seemingly out of thin air. [Name] stifled a snort, attempting to cover their mouth but failing to conceal their amusement.
"Now, pay attention. The scenario is that villains have concealed a nuclear weapon somewhere in their hideout. Heroes are on a mission to locate and dispose of the weapon. The hero's objective is to either apprehend the villain or secure the weapon within a specified time limit. The villains, on the other hand, aim to protect the weapon or capture the heroes until the time runs out," All Might explained.
Deep down, [Name] secretly wanted to be the bad guy during their hero training. They were always drawn to the darker side of being a hero and saw this as a chance to try something new. They were pretty sure they could act the part of a villain really well. The idea of scaring their classmates and opponents sounded like fun to them. They were dead set on showing everyone, including themselves, that they could still be a great hero, even if they were pretending to be the bad guy.
"Teams and opponents shall be determined by drawing lots!" The symbol of peace held up a vivid yellow box emblazoned with the word 'lots' in bold black letters.
"Randomly decided?!" Iida exclaimed, visibly taken aback.
"Professionals often find themselves in situations where they can't pick their teammates during battles. This training mirrors that reality," [Name] clarified to the flustered Iida.
"Ah, I understand now. Forgive my earlier presumption!" Iida bowed apologetically.
"No need for apologies! Let's get through this swiftly!" All Might bellowed with contagious enthusiasm.
As everyone eagerly selected their lots, each slip of paper bearing a team letter, [Name] found themselves staring down at the paper imprinted with the letter 'I'.
"Hey! We're in the same group!" [Name] exclaimed, turning their attention to the seemingly empty space beside them where Hakagure Tooru stood. To her side was a blond-haired boy sporting a karate-style costume. The outfit reminded [Name] of the classic film Karate Kid, a fleeting thought considering they had Miguel's clow card in their deck.
As the group gathered for the impending combat training, [Name] couldn't help but notice Hakagure Tooru's hero outfit. It seemed to be almost invisible, except for the gloves and boots she wore.
Curiosity getting the better of them, [Name] couldn't resist asking, "Hey, Hakagure, is your hero outfit just gloves and boots? Are you, like, invisible everywhere else?"
Hakagure chuckled, "Well, yeah! It's kind of the point. It helps me blend in better and be more effective."
A raised eyebrow from [Name] indicated skepticism. "Isn't that a bit... revealing?"
Hakagure blinked, not expecting such a comment. "Oh, uh, I never really thought about it that way. It's just practical for my quirk."
[Name], however, didn't let the matter go. Pissed at the lack of consideration for her own safety and modesty, they made a mental note to talk to Aizawa about the appropriateness of such hero costumes, especially in a school setting. It was a matter worth addressing, and they were determined to bring it up with the hero instructor. They were going to get someone fired.
"Alright! I'm [Last Name] [Name]," [Name] introduced themselves to Ojiro. Hakagure acknowledged, and the boy introduced himself as Ojiro Mashiro.
"Let's give it our all!" Hakagure cheered, throwing her gloved hands into the air with infectious enthusiasm, trying to move past [Name]'s question about her costume. She understood where they were coming from.
"Absolutely," [Name] responded with a determined nod. "A solid plan will give us an edge in the upcoming battle. We should leverage our strengths and cover each other's weaknesses."
Hakagure beamed at the response, appreciating [Name]'s quick shift to the task at hand. "Great! I can use my invisibility to gather intel on the enemy while you guys make your move. Just give me a signal or something."
"Sounds like a plan," Ojiro agreed. "We need to coordinate and communicate effectively. Let's make sure to watch each other's backs."
[Name] was pleased to see the team coming together with a strategic mindset. "Agreed. Let's stay focused and support each other. We've got this."
Team A: Uraraka and Midoriya
Team B: Shoii and Todoroki
Team C: Mineta and Momo
Team D: Bakugou and lida
Team E: Ashido and Aoyama
Team F: Koda and Sato
Team G: Kaminari and Jiro
Team H: Tokoyami and Asui
Team I: Ojiro, Hakagure, and [Last Name]
Team J: Sero and Kirishima
As All Might dramatically prolong the moment of suspense, the anticipation in the room grew thicker than midnight fog. The students exchanged nervous glances, their hearts pounding with excitement and uncertainty, each wondering whose name would be called first. Finally, with a flourish worthy of a grand finale, All Might produce two balls from his pocket, each adorned with the unmistakable letters 'A' and 'D,' casting a spell of curiosity over the assembled crowd.
"And the first team to step into the arena is... Team A and Team D!" All Might declared, his voice resonating with excitement. The room buzzed with energy as everyone processed the matchup.
[Name] couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern for Uraraka and Midoriya, knowing they were up against Bakugo. The explosive hero-in-training had a reputation for his fiery temper and aggressive fighting style. It was bound to be an intense battle.
"All other students, make your way to the monitor room to observe the action!" All Might instructed, and the rest of the class promptly acknowledged with a chorus of "Yes, sir!" As the heroes and villains prepared to face off, the remaining students eagerly headed to the monitor room to witness the unfolding clash.
As All Might announced that their team, Team I, would be up against Team B, [Name] couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled since the clash between Midoriya and Bakugo. The respect they once had for the teacher had faded, replaced by doubt about his teaching skills.
The room was heavy with the memory of Midoriya and Bakugo's intense clash, casting a shadow of tension over everyone present. [Name] couldn't grasp why All Might have let the fight escalate to such a dangerous level. An uncomfortable silence hung in the air, and [Name] could only make guesses for it.
"Are you all set?" Ojiro's voice led the way as [Name]'s team entered the room designated for the "dangerous" weapon. Though Hagakure's nerves were evident in the corridor, [Name] stayed quiet, their attention drawn to the critical selection of the Clow Card for the upcoming challenge. Winning wasn't just a goal; it was a must, driven by the class's dynamics and [Name]'s own hunger for victory.
"I'm feeling super nervous!" Hagakure exclaimed, her voice betraying her apprehension, her near-invisible hero costume offering little concealment. While Hagakure voiced her concerns, [Name] opted to keep their thoughts to themselves. Concern for their teammates didn't weigh heavily on them; instead, it was the burning desire to triumph that fueled their determination. They silently acknowledged that such fierce competitiveness might not always be commendable, but it was a drive they couldn't ignore. Still, [Name] couldn't help but recognize that their competitive spirit paled in comparison to the explosive intensity of Bakugo's drive to win, especially after witnessing his match against Midoriya.
"How about you, [Last Name]-san?" Ojiro inquired.
"I am not. I already know which card to use," [Name] replied confidently. However, before the others could offer their thoughts, All Might's resonant voice echoed in their earpieces.
"Is everyone ready?" All Might's authoritative voice declared, followed by the command to commence.
Without a moment's hesitation, [Name] reached for their necklace, a significant artifact in their arsenal. "The key which hides the power of the Stars!" they pronounced with a commanding tone, and a star pentagon materialized beneath their feet. "Show your true form before me! I, [Name], command you under our contract. Release, Dazai Osamu!" The key around [Name]'s neck extended into a staff.
A radiant glow emanated from [Name]'s pouch. The tie securing the opening unraveled, and a brown card gracefully floated out, hovering in front of [Name]. The anticipation in the room heightened as their chosen clow card made its presence known.
[Name] grasped the staff tightly and twirled it. Striking a pose, [Name] swings it and taps the glowing card. With a bright light, their clothes change.
[Name] donned a flowing sand-colored trench coat, its belt casually left untied for a touch of nonchalance. Beneath the coat, they wore a black vest over a light blue striped dress shirt, accentuating their unique style. A distinctive bolo tie, secured by a brown ribbon and adorned with a turquoise pendant, added a hint of flair. Beige pants and dark brown shoes completed the ensemble, while bandages artfully wrapped around their entire body, leaving only [Name]'s face, hands, and feet exposed.
"Woah! Who are you now?" Hakagure exclaimed, surrounded by sparkles and flowers.
"Dazai, ability No Longer Human," [Name] declared with a graceful 'V' gesture.
Before anyone could fully process the sudden change, the entire building was engulfed in a thick layer of ice, freezing everything in its path. Hakagure and Ojiro found themselves trapped, unable to move within the icy prison that surrounded them. Meanwhile, [Name] felt a verdant ribbon snake its way around them, neutralizing any powers in the vicinity and leaving them vulnerable to the icy grip of their opponent's abilities.
"Ah, one of them has an ice quirk," [Name] observed, glancing at the others. "Let's hope they can handle a quirkless fight."
"[Name]..." Ojiro struggled to speak, hindered by the encroaching ice, while Hakagure could only manage a whimper.
"Ojiro and Hakagure are captured!"
[Name] stepped cautiously onto the icy surface, poised for the incoming heroes. "Don't worry, guys. I won't be beaten by a stupid hero."
"Let's do this..." [Name] mumbled, their focus sharpening. They snapped their head up as the door creaked open.
"Oh! Looks like the heroes have finally come!" [Name]'s expression transformed into one of wild excitement as they faced a boy with half of his body encased in ice. The frozen layer extended from the top of his head down to his waist, creating a striking visual contrast. Despite this unconventional appearance, the boy seemed unperturbed, his eyes fixed on [Name] with a gaze of curious interest.
"Oh, it seems someone dodged my ice," the Ice boy said, nonchalantly as they observed [Name]'s ice-free form.
"Don't get too confident!" [Name] warned, swiftly sidestepping to avoid a massive wave of ice hurled toward them. Their face held a wild look, eyes darting back and forth as they assessed their opponent.
"Don't be so confident, hero!" [Name] taunted with a devious smirk, their voice dripping with mischief. They moved with unparalleled agility, darting around the area like a shadow, effortlessly evading each wave of ice hurled by the Jack Frost impersonator. With a determined gleam in their eyes, [Name] navigated through the barrage of frozen projectiles, steadily closing the distance between them and their opponent with every calculated step. Despite the formidable shield of ice, [Name] remained relentless in their pursuit, fueled by an unwavering determination to demonstrate their true power to the hero they faced.
"You have to try harder than that!" [Name] yelled, their voice cutting through the tension as they slowly and surely closed in.
"Don't move!" the ice boy commanded in annoyance, unleashing another wave of icy tendrils in a desperate attempt to halt [Name]'s relentless advance. Despite [Name]'s nimble efforts to evade the freezing onslaught, a sharp edge of ice managed to graze the side of their cheek, leaving a small cut in its wake. [Name] blinked, momentarily taken aback by the sudden turn of events, before a subtle shift in their demeanor sent a shiver down the ice boy's spine.
A flicker of bloodlust danced in [Name]'s eyes, causing the ice boy to freeze in fear, his confidence melting away like snow in the sun. Their gaze narrowed, fixating intently on their adversary, their silent intensity sending a ripple of unease through the ice boy's core. Though caught off guard by the unexpected display of ferocity, [Name] remained steadfast in their determination not to let the ice boy gain the upper hand.
"Y-You cut me!" [Name] screeched in disbelief, bringing their thumb to their cheek to wipe off the blood. Instead of wiping it on their clothes, they purposefully tasted it. The taste of iron made [Name] regret their actions, but their determination to become a successful villain persisted. Todoroki couldn't help but think that [Name] was mentally unstable at the moment. With fierce determination, [Name] yelled out, "I. will. end. you!" as they struggled to muster the energy to move forward and launch an attack on the ice boy.
'W-Why can't I move,' the ice boy thought, attempting to shift his leg to summon another wave of ice. 'Is it because of this bloodlust in the air?!' Panic set in as he realized that the atmosphere created by [Name] might be his downfall. He forced himself to move and use his quirk and he couldn't use it. His eyes widen in shock as he looks down to his hand to see [Name] touching his hand with their finger.
"You're finished!" [Name] declared, their voice carrying a tone of triumph as they stood amidst the aftermath of the intense battle. Adrenaline surged through their veins, fueling their exhilaration. With a wild gleam in their eyes, they savored the sensation of victory, relishing in their triumph over the ice-wielding opponent. Todoroki, now immobilized and defeated, could only stare in shock and disbelief, his pride shattered by [Name]'s unexpected skill. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, thick with the lingering aura of battle, as Todoroki couldn't help but feel the dangerous energy emanating from [Name].
As the green ribbons of nullifying energy faded away, [Name] paused to catch their breath, still feeling the aftermath of their ability, "No Longer Human." The power to erase someone's quirk was undeniably strong, and [Name] couldn't help but feel proud to have such a potent Clow Card even if Dazai is a little.... yes. With practiced ease, they wrapped the tape around their hand, a tangible symbol of their victory, while their defeated opponent stood there in shock, his quirk now lost to him.
Todoroki struggled against the capture tape, attempting to break free from it. However, his efforts proved futile as [Name] quickly and efficiently restrained him. As Todoroki found himself trapped, they stood victorious, feeling a sense of accomplishment wash over them. With Todoroki subdued, they were now one step closer to their goal of convincingly portraying a villain. Only one more opponent remained.
Todoroki couldn't help but feel impressed by [Name]'s demonstration of power and cleverness. Seeing [Name] transform into such a formidable force sparked his curiosity about the other surprises they might have up their sleeve.
"Hahaha! You wannabe hero!" [Name] laughed evilly, relishing the moment as they walked over to the ice-bound boy. They contemplated spitting on him but decided against it, deeming it a bit too much. Without a backward glance, they strode into the hallway.
"Todoroki is captured!"
Eager for the next challenge, [Name] briskly moved down the corridor. Arriving at the iced window, they didn't hesitate. With a powerful smash, they shattered the glass and ice shards, gracefully landing on the ground to face Mezou Shoji.
"Yaho Shoji-chan!" [Name] cheerfully taunted as they lunged, performing a body slam that caught Shoji off guard, sending him sprawling. Swiftly, Shoji attempted to flip them over, but they rolled away with agility, evading the attack. Aware of their disadvantage in raw strength against Shoji's formidable muscle mass, [Name] knew they had to rely on their experience and agility.
"Hahaha! You gotta do better than that!" [Name] taunted, rising and assuming a fighting stance. Despite Shoji's attempts to overpower them with sheer strength, their nimbleness allowed them to effortlessly dodge his attacks. With well-timed movements, [Name] skillfully wrapped the capture tape around Shoji's arm wings, securing another victory.
"Villains win!" All Might's triumphant proclamation echoed through the earpieces.
[Name] switched back into their hero costume, feeling a surge of elation as they helped Shoji out of the capture tape. Emerging victorious against such a formidable opponent filled them with pride.
"Apologies for the rough match, Shoji-san," [Name] admitted sheepishly.
"No need for apologies. This victory is rightfully yours, [Last Name]-san." Shoji reassured [Name] with a nod.
A content smile played on [Name]'s lips as the victorious pair made their way together into the monitor room.
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After their own exhausting battle, [Name] didn't have much energy left to focus on the aftermath of the other matches. Despite the curious looks from the boy with Elsa-like powers, they decided to ignore him and instead focused on acknowledging their teammates, they were grateful for winning the MVP title in their own fight.
"All right, excellent effort, everyone!" All Might's booming voice echoed across the training ground, drawing cheers and applause from the students. Yet, despite the praise, [Name] couldn't shake a feeling of dissatisfaction. There was an unspoken tension in the air, especially regarding All Might's seemingly casual approach to Midoriya's recent struggles. Though reluctant to speak up, [Name] couldn't ignore the doubt nagging at them, wondering if All Might's demeanor truly reflected his commitment to their safety.
"We've only had one major injury, but not to worry; Recovery Girl will fix him up. Good job taking this seriously; you all performed well for your first training," All Might commended. However, [Name] couldn't help but harbor reservations about All Might's teaching methods, especially considering the near-fatal incident involving Midoriya.
As All Might quickly ended the class, [Name] felt a lingering tension in the air. There was a silent worry that maybe All Might wasn't the best fit for teaching, and [Name] couldn't help but wonder about the possible outcomes of such uncertainty, especially for their classmates' safety. They felt the weight of doubt on their shoulders, thinking about what the future might hold with a hero whose commitment seemed shaky.
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[Name] sat down on their seat with a sigh as everyone chatted together before being dismissed for the day. They wanted to go home and snuggle into their heavy [color] blanket, and watch movies. As of now they are watching The Lord of the Rings and cannot wait to finish it. For them, they love to keep lists of movies to watch and go down the list.
"You did a good job!" Jirou praises [Name]. They gain a tiny blush, they aren't the one to be comfortable under praises directly. They tend to shy away and sometimes do not know how to react to it. This can be the same for comforting others, they do not know how to and end up wanting to never be put in that position.
"Yeah! That battle was super cool!" Kaminari sits on [Name] desk. They didn't mind at all. Although, they hope it doesn't become a habit.
"I must say, that performance was marvelous," a boy with a bird's head said.
"Ah, thank you, er..?" [Name] tilts their head. They never caught his name before. Curious about who he is.
"Tokoyami Fumikyo," the boy said, introducing himself.
"Thank you Tokoyami-san!" [Name] smiles at him. Tokoyami turns his head away in embarrassment. He didn't want to admit it but he found them cute. Next thing [Name] knows, Ojiro, Hagakure, and Shoji crowd around their desk too. The group starts talking to each other about the battles that happened today. [Name] felt their smile become bigger as they bathed in the warmth of their now newly made friends.
"Let's exchange numbers!" Hagakure cheers as she waves her phone around. The group starts passing phones around to input their numbers. [Name] made a mental note to make a group chat later.
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[Name] took a deep breath as they approached Aizawa's office. They had been contemplating this conversation for a while, their concerns about Hakugure's hero costume lingering in their mind. The door was slightly ajar, and with a gentle knock, [Name] entered.
Aizawa looked up from his paperwork, his eyes reflecting a mix of exhaustion and curiosity. "What brings you here, [Last Name]?"
"Sensei, I wanted to talk to you about something," [Name] began, choosing their words carefully. "It's about Hakugure's hero costume. I can't help but think it's... inappropriate. I mean, she appears practically naked, with just gloves and boots. It doesn't seem like a safe or appropriate outfit for a hero."
Aizawa, normally impassive, raised an eyebrow at the concern. He adjusted his goggles and leaned back in his chair. "Go on."
"Well, I'm worried about her safety. What if she gets injured? There's no protection, and it could lead to unnecessary risks in the field," [Name] explained, their voice steady but carrying genuine concern. "Also, once she goes pro and people find out...I know how it is for female heroes, you know?"
Aizawa considered [Name]'s words for a moment before he sighed, rubbing his temples. Quiet frankly, he knows what they mean and it is true. All woman heroes have experienced sexualizing by the media and it is disgusting. "I wasn't involved in designing the costumes. We outsourced that job, and frankly, I'm not thrilled with the choices either. But it's part of the deal we made to keep the school running. However, know this I will talk to Principal Nezu and he will agree with me."
[Name] persisted, "I understand the need for creativity, but it shouldn't compromise safety. Especially for someone as vulnerable as Hakugure. I believe her costume should be more practical and provide proper protection and not what they created for her."
Aizawa, typically a man of few words, grew visibly irritated. "I agree with you, [Last Name]. Safety should always be a priority. I'll have a talk with the designer about Hakugure's costume. We can't afford to compromise the well-being of our students for the sake of aesthetics or what they attend."
Aizawa's serious look held a silent vow, and [Name] could feel his real worry behind his usually serious face. Even though he usually seemed uninterested, their teacher deeply cared about the students' safety and happiness. Leaving his office, [Name] held onto a small hope that their talk could make a difference in Hakugure's hero outfit. With a quiet hope for progress, [Name] moved forward, wishing that their words hadn't gone unheard.
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[Name] added Jirou, Kaminari, Mezou, and 3 more people
[Name] change the chat to 'Welcome to chillis'
[Name] change Jirou name to Airpods
[Name] change Kaminari name to Walmart Pikachu
[Name] change Mezou to Tentacle
[Name] change Ojiro to Tails
[Name] change Hakagure to You Can't See Me
[Name] change Tokyoyami to Birb
Birb
So original /s
[Name]
I came here to have a good time and I am honestly being attacked right now :,)
Airpods
Leave the baby alone /j
[Name]
This is slander! I want a refund! /j /nm
Walmart Pikachu
I heard bullying. Is it bullying [Name] day? /j /lh
You can't see me change [Name] to I am just a baby
I am just a baby
I hate y'all
You can't see me
Y'all
Airpods
Y'all
Birb
Y'all
Walmart Pikachu
Y'all
Tentacle
Y'all
Tails
Y'all
I am just a baby
Keep one eye open tonight
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Edited: 11/14/23
Note: Updated the writing and added the extra scenes with the girls and Aizawa <3. I got mad beef with Horikoshi about Hakegure's hero costume. If I see you, its on sight Horikoshi. Soon I will write the scene of the consqeunces for the designer and I plan to add a body suit to Hakugure that could turn invisble like Mirio with his costume having his DNA in it to faze through things when he activated his quirk.