In 7th grade, Angry Boi had a sleepover at Green Boi's home. The two of the stayed up until 4am watching YouTube videos about All American Blonde Superman on the desktop computer in his room. "He's so cool!" Green Boi quietly squealed as he rocked back and forth in his chair. Angry Boi, who was standing beside him, smacked Green Boi on the back of the head. "Relax you damn nerd," Angry Boi said. "You're not the only one who thinks he's cool." He snatched the mouse away from Green Boi and clicked on one of the suggested videos. "Let's watch this one next."

It was a video where a super serious nerd analyzed Blonde Superman's fighting style. The nerd showed several videos clips of Blonde Superman fighting villains, and freeze-framed to highlight and emphasize important moments. "Okay, so in this fight against Typical Villain 4, All American starts with a right hook to the face and then goes for an uppercut into his gut. The right hook to the face is meant to make his enemy dizzy and disoriented, and the gut jab is to knock their breath out. That's a really good strategy for taking down an enemy, especially if you have a super strength quirk. But, it's also predictable, so beware of using the same technique over and over again."

Green Boi, being a tactical thinker, took that strategic advice to heart.

Angry Boi, being a violent asshole, only heard the fighting words. And he immediately wanted to try it out. "Green Boi, get up," he demanded. Greenie was smart enough to know what was happening. "No way, you're not trying that on me, Explochan."

"I'm not gonna hit you," Explochan lied.

"Promise?"

"Meh."

"Okay." So Green Boi stood up. Angry Boi made him stand in the middle of the room and said, "Don't move." Then he reared back, as if to punch Green Boi.

"Don't hit me!" Green Boi screamed.

"Shut up, I'm not gonna hit you." Yet Angry Boi's fist was still reared back.

Green Boi stupidly decided to trust his friend. "Okay…"

Angry Boi took a step back. Then he punched Green Boi in the face so hard that Green Boi fell asleep.

"Green Boi?" said the kid who had just punched his friend's lights out. "Greenie?" He knelt down and shook him. "Green Boi? Come on, I didn't hit you that hard." But he had, and the Green Bean was out until noon the following day. "Damn," said Angry Boi when his friend finally awoke, "I guess I overdid it."

…

Blonde SuperTeacher and the students of Class 1-A watched the giant monitor that showed multiple angles of the "Villain Hideout". Blonde Superman instructed them to, "Pay attention to this first battle, kids. Think about what you would do."

They watched as Green Boi and Floaty Girl climbed into the building via the window, and started walking around. Six Arms asked, "Why did they climb? Can't she use her floaty powers to float around the outside of the building and peek into the windows to find the room where the bomb is?"

Red Head Boi added, "Yeah, it seems like they don't even have a plan of action. Are they just going to wander and hope they find the bomb?"

Blonde Superman said, "I told you to THINK, not speak." But at this point, he realized that he had lost his authority over this class, and decided it was better to let them just do whatever they want. Besides, he was sort of concerned about Green Boi. He wondered if the successor of Dues ex Machina had figured out how to properly use it yet. If not, well, someone might die today. So the teacher braced himself to jump in at any moment to prevent Green Boi from accidently killing someone.

As Floaty Girl and Bean Child wandered down the halls of the villain's lair, Blonde Superman glanced at his clipboard, and looked at the rubric by which he was to grade all students for this exercise. From 1 to 10, he had to rate them on ten categories: technique, skill, strength, sneak, tactics, quirk use, flashiness, destructive power, style, and overall impression.

Blonde Superman thought, Most of this is subjective. How am I supposed to grade a student on flashiness, style and overall impression? He wanted to be fair, but he didn't know how to be fair when Green Boi was his favorite student. I have to make sure I don't grade him nicely just because he's my adorable little protégé. And I can't ignore the other students and focus only on him. He sighed. I have to be unbiased, impartial, and a good teacher. Good luck Green Boi.

…

Green Bean and Blushy walked around, their guard up, slowly making their way through the maze-like building. Meanwhile, Green Boi thought, I can't really use Deus ex Machina against a person. I'll kill them. So I have to figure out a way to win using only Blushy's power and Mutter Mutter. That means we're at a huge disadvantage against Explochan and Engine Legs. But, Explochan is an idiot, so he'll probably do something stupid—

As if he predicted it, right at that moment, Angry Explodey Boi appeared around the corner and threw himself at the hero team. "SHIT!" screamed Green Boi as he tackled Blushy to avoid a direct hit from the Explosive Boi's blast punch.

Dust and smoke filled the small hallway as Team A slid across the ground. Regaining their composure, they rose to their knees and prepared to fight. While the smoke cleared, Angry Boi taunted his opponents, specifically his best friend, "What's the matter Green Bean Bitch? Too afraid to fight me?"

"No," replied Greenie, rising to his feet. "I'm not afraid of a guy who can't dress himself."

Angry Boi clenched his hands into fists. "You piece of shit!" He ran toward Green Boi. "I'm gonna hurt you so bad they have to stop the fight!" He reared back for a right hook.

Green Boi caught his hand.

Then he turned and judo flipped Angry Boi, slamming him on the ground so hard that he bounced off the floor.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Blushy.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed the students in the monitoring room.

"Holy shit," exclaimed Blonde Superman. I didn't know Green Boi had those types of moves! That's a 10 out of 10 for skill, technique and style. He scribbled that on his clipboard.

As Angry Boi got the wind knocked out of him, he wondered when the hell Green Boi got so strong. The Green Bean Bitch that he knew last year wouldn't have been able to flip him over. Explodochan laid on the ground, frozen in sheer disbelief for several seconds. Green Boi used that time to make a monologue, "Explochan, I'm actually really glad that my first battle at this school is against you."

"What?"

"I have the advantage, because I've analyzed every amazing hero, especially you."

"A-amazing hero?"

"That's right Explochan. I know how you fight, so I'm gonna kick your ass. You can call me a Green Bean Bitch, but I'm not the same helpless, defenseless kid anymore! One day, I'll be a hero, Explochan! Green Boi will be the name of a hero!" He assumed a fighting stance.

Explodey Boi stood up. "Look at you. You're trembling." He sparked explosions on his hands. "You talk big shit, like you're tough, but you're quaking in your boots. You think this is a game? You think you have infinite lives and endless continues?" He leaned forward, like a rhino about to charge. "Remember when we were just kids, Green Boi? Remember when you rushed in to save that stupid kid that I was beating up? Even back then, you were scared shitless. You were on the verge of tears. You knew you wouldn't win. You knew you were gonna get your ass kicked. But you still wanted to fight me anyway." He took a deep breath. Then he screamed, "That's why I hate you!"

He rushed toward Green Boi, who shouted, "Blushy! Go!"

"Oh! Yeah!" she said, scurrying away right as Angry Boi jumped and threw a kick. Green Boi guarded with his forearms. All American had given both heroes and villains some "capture tape" to use to restrain the opposing team. Wrapping up someone in tape meant they were out for the rest of the game. Green Boi tried to wrap it quickly around Angry Boi's leg.

"Shit," shouted Angry Boi. He threw an explosive punch to disintegrate the tape. Green Boi dodged and rolled away. Then he took off running. "Shit!" screamed Angry as he chased down his friend. "So we're playing tag now, huh Greenie?"

Green Boi ignored him, and ran, hiding in the twists and turns of the hallways. And luckily for Greenie, Angry Boi kept screaming, "Where the hell are you, Green Boi? Show yourself!" so he could tell how far away Angry Boi was from him. At a point, Green Boi had to rest, so he kneeled down, leaned against a wall and panted. "Dumbass," Green Boi muttered. "Okay, so, what's my plan? Hopefully Blushy went after the weapon. If I can stall Explochan and then go help her fight Engine Legs, we can win this battle. But we have to be quick, because we only have fifteen minutes on the timer." He wasn't wearing a watch, but he could estimate that he'd spent about five or six minutes running from Explochan. "That means I have less than ten minutes to capture Explochan down here… Shit…"

"This isn't hide and fucking seek you piece of shit!" screamed Explodey Boi. "This isn't duck-duck-fucking goose! This isn't red-light, green-light, kickball, or red rover! This isn't something you can play your little mind games with! This is real life, with real consequences! And if you use your stupid fucking quirk and hurt yourself, I'm gonna kill you!"

"Does that make any sense Explochan?" Green Boi grumbled.

"Where are you, you little bitch? I'm gonna break you so bad that you have to drop out of school."

"He's getting close," Green Boi realized. He took out his capture tape. "It sounds like he's coming from behind me, so I'll circle around and try to get behind him." But his muttering was interrupted by a call from Blushy, via the communicator they both wore in their ears. "Hi Green Boi, so, like I found the weapon. Engine Legs is guarding it on the fifth floor."

"Fifth floor?" He looked up. "That's right above me."

"Yeah, but he knows I'm here. Sorry! He was saying some dumb shit and I laughed so hard that he heard me. He was all like, 'I must embrace villainy in order to become a hero! I must not bring shame to the Engine Legs family name!' Green Boi it was so fucking funny. I wish you heard it. It's actually extremely funny because he's still talking now. Can you hear him in the background?"

Green Boi faintly heard Engine Legs yelling at Blushy, saying, "How dare you talk to your partner while I, the personification of evil, have the upper hand? I am a criminal mastermind!"

"Green Boi, I'm gonna cry! This is so funny!"

Green Boi was kind of annoyed, but also kind of amused. "Look we only have a little bit of time left. Try not to get caught and I'll be there in a sec to help you."

"Gotcha. See you soon."

Green Boi nodded, and stood up, ready to carry out his plan to attack Explochan from behind.

Too late.

Explochan had found him. "Oh, look what I found," said the villain, as his hand grenade gauntlets glowed. "A cute little Green Bean Bitch, hiding in a corner."

Green Boi gritted his teeth. He had let his guard down, and now he was about to pay the price, unless he could run away. I'll make him charge at me, and then I'll dodge and run in the opposite direction, he decided. Therefore, he clenched his hands into fists and shouted, "Come fight me then! I'm not scared of you, Explochan!"

"Oh really? Maybe this will change your mind!" He raised his right hand and directed his palm at Green Boi. He pulled back a lever to cock his gauntlet like a gun. "I'm sure you noticed the design of my gauntlets while you were helping me put them on, right? There's a storage compartment for my explosive sweat. And I'm all loaded up." He placed his left hand on a hook that was like a trigger.

Of course Green Boi had noticed the storage compartment. The storage compartment was his fucking idea. Back in 8th grade, during math class, Green Boi had doodled a design extremely similar to Angry Boi's current gauntlets, and showed it to him during lunch break. "So the idea is that it covers your hands in heat-insulating material," Green Boi had said, "which forces your palms to get all sweaty. The sweat drips down through a collection duct into a mini-tank, so that basically you have a compartment full of nitroglycerin that you can use for a super attack."

Angry Boi had snatched the sketch from Green Boi and looked it over. "That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard," he replied, as he folded up he paper and put it in his backpack.

So Green Boi was flattered when he first saw Angry Boi's costume back in the dressing room.

But none of that really mattered right now if this idiot was seriously about to use that super attack on Green Boi. Based on what Greenie had seen while helping Explochan put on the gauntlets, the size of the mini-tanks could hold enough nitroglycerin to blow up a mid-sized house. And Angry Boi was standing about a meter in front of him, and pointing it right at him.

"You're not serious," Green Boi said, backing away.

"Of course not," sarcastically replied Angry Boi. "I'm a just a fucking clown." He pulled the hook.

A burst of flames erupted from his gauntlet, causing an explosion that blew out a decent chunk of the building they were in. Up on the fifth floor, Blushy and Engine Legs were knocked to the ground. "What's going on?" asked Engine Legs while Blushy screamed, "Holy shit!"

Back in the Monitor Room, All American dropped his clipboard. The other students gaped in astonishment. Red Head Dude pulled at his hair, screaming, "What in the name of Blonde Superman?! Did he just kill him?"

All American touched his hand to his communicator and shouted, "Green Boi! Green Boi! Say something! Green Boi!"

"FUCK!" Explodey Boi yelled, grabbing his right shoulder with his left hand. The recoil of that explosion had definitely dislocated his shoulder, and broken the bones in his arm. He was intense pain right now. All he could do was swear, hold his arm, and wait to see what Green Boi's next move was.

When the smoke cleared, All American and the students in the monitor room could see that Green Boi was lying on the ground. The boy had taken a direct hit. His outfit and body were charred all over, and he was unsettlingly still. Explochan saw Green Bean too, and took a step back. Shit, maybe I overdid it, he realized. "Get up, Green Boi. It didn't hurt that bad."

Green Boi just laid on the floor.

"Green Boi?"

No response.

"I see what you're trying to do. You're trying to make me come over there, to check on you. You're playing mind games with me." Angry Boi started to get nervous. "Get up, I'm not falling for it." When Green Boi didn't get up, Angry Boi roared, "Get up, you Green Bean Bitch!"

Blonde Superman touched his communicator, saying to all the students in the field, "This has gone too far. I'm ending the match now. I'm calling Nurse Kisses—"

"No," whimpered Green Boi. Relief flooded over everyone in the class, especially, Angry Boi, when Green Boi rose to his feet. "I want to keep fighting!"

All American hesitated.

"You can't be serious, Sensei," Pikachu Dude said. "You've got to stop this match!"

"Just wait," said All American.

Everyone watched as Green Boi took one step toward Angry Boi. "You know what, Explochan, you're strong. You're tough. You're cool. You're amazing. You're everything I want to be." He took another step toward his friend. "Compared to you, I'm just a helpless little fanboy." He took several more steps as he said, "But that just means I'll have to work hard to catch up to you." He stood right in front of Angry Boi. "You're a million steps ahead, but maybe if I keep running, I'll catch up to you…" Then he fainted. Angry Boi caught him, but then he remembered his arm was broken, because the pain shot through his body. Angry dropped to his knees, while clinging onto his best friend.

"The match is over," All American declared. "It's a draw. Neither side won."

Up on the fifth floor, Blushy and Engine Legs looked at the gaping hole in the building and wondered, "What happened?"