Izuku took a deep breath.
Raising his left arm, he called on the quirks that swirled inside of him.
"Parallel Circuit: Recoil Defense."
Izuku felt Shock Absorption, thrumbing passively under his skin, before it was joined by Super-Stretch, his left arm rippling as the quirk took hold.
Acid suddenly spat from the palm of his left hand, hitting the floor with a wet splat.
Izuku deactivated the quirks and sighed, that had been his fifteenth attempt at that circuit, everyone one of them a failure.
Before the USJ it had been easy for Izuku to keep track of his quirks, he hadn't had too many of them. But now, he had over a hundred, and he just couldn't keep track of them.
He wasn't even exactly sure of the exact number now.
Raising his arm again, Izuku took a steadying breath.
"Parallel Circuit: Recoil Defense."
Shock Absorption. Rockhard. Discharge Digits.
Electricity sparked around the fingers of Izuku's diamond arm.
Damn it! That's still not the right quirk!
It was the one Izuku had copied from the helmeted villain, the one Momo, Jiro and Kaminari had taken down, Galvan.
Allowing his body to return to normal, Izuku tried to calm himself, frustration would only make this more difficult.
But then the words All Might had said to him the day before came back to him. Telling him it was his role to yell to the world that he was here with his performance in the Sports Festival.
But Izuku just felt overwhelmed, like he was drowning in a sea of quirks and expectations, he couldn't get fired up like Uraraka, or impassioned like Iida, or even competitive like Kacchan.
Pulling himself out of his pity party, Izuku slipped into his quirkspace, trying the move again with direct view of his quirks.
Izuku's left arm turned to hardened diamond, rippling slightly as it did.
Rockhard. Shock Absorption. Super-Stretch.
The green-haired boy returned to reality, he may have been able to do it, but he needed to be capable of summoning this circuit at a moment's notice.
Doing it from within his quirkspace just took too long. Brushing those thoughts away, Izuku turned his attention back to his left arm.
Rotating his arm, Izuku noted it wasn't as stiff as it normally was when he used Rockhard, the elasticity granted by Super-Stretch negating a portion of the restriction of motion.
Turning his attention to the concrete pillar in front of him, Izuku formed a fist with his diamond arm and punched it with his natural strength. The point of contact with the pillar burst into shards of concrete, the top of the column wobbled, before crashing to the floor of Gym Beta.
Izuku flexed his hand, looking down to see it was unharmed, covered in a thin sheen of concrete dust, instead of broken and bloody as it would be without using any quirks.
Smiling, Izuku clenched his fist again and approached another pillar, this one thicker, reinforced with steel rods. Allowing his passive Strength quirk to reactivate, having consciously suppressed it during the last punch.
The diamond fist slammed into the reinforced pillar, blasting through it with greater ease than before, sending the top half flying five meters, cracking the concrete floor on impact.
"Wow." Izuku breathed, seeing his fist and arm were still unharmed, if slightly scuffed.
Turning to face the last pillar, made of solid metal, Izuku imagined the feeling of One For All 50%, the same feeling he'd felt when he'd punched that monster.
Red lines of pure energy covered Izuku's left arm, over the top of the diamond, lighting it up.
"Egg in a microwave, right." Izuku spoke himself, before drawing his fist back, ready to unleash One For All on the metal column.
"Yo, Midoriya."
Izuku jumped, his arm going wide, the power of One For All releasing in a gust of wind, knocking Sero off course as he swung between beams, his tape tearing.
The green-haired boy winced as pain filled his left arm, looking down he saw the diamond had cracks running through it.
"Sorry, Sero!" Izuku called to his classmate, who was now dangling by the tape from his other elbow.
"No worries!" Sero replied, firing a new tape strand, recommencing his swing training.
Izuku nodded, feeling his arm repairing itself already, it would take a few minutes, Hyper Regeneration still wasn't at full power after last week.
But at least now I know I can regulate One For All to 50%, and probably 100% if the principle holds.
"Midoriya, are you okay?"
Izuku rotated his head, seeing Kirishima standing next to him.
Izuku felt his mouth going dry, social anxiety starting to kick in. "I-I'm fine, my arm'll heal pretty quick."
"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to scare ya." Kirishima apologised.
Izuku waved his hand dismissively, wincing as he realised he'd used his injured arm. "It's fine, it's fine, I would have injured it anyway."
Kirishima hesitated, before he shrugged. "Oh, okay I guess."
The green-haired boy flexed his diamond arm, the crack inside it well on it's way to being fixed.
"So, what was it you wanted to talk about, Kirishima?"
"Right, I was wondering if you had any tips on using my quirks, Sero said you were really good at quirk analysis." Kirishima grinned at his classmate.
Izuku chuckled nervously, resisting the urge to rub the back of his head, he was trying to stop that particular habit.
"R-Right, I am, aren't I?"
"Yep!" Kirishima held his fist out, Izuku hesitantly bumped his own against it, prompting the red-haired boy to holler loudly.
"What were you interested in?" Izuku questioned, releasing the quirks acting on his arm, now fully healed.
Kirishima held up his arms, hardening them and his chest. "Er, well, I can't really cover all that much of my body with my quirk, I was hoping you might have thought of a way to harden more of my body."
"Hm, maybe, I think." Izuku held out his arm, activating Rockhard. "I merged your quirk with a mutant quirk, but I think I might have a couple of ideas. Yeah, I do."
"Awesome!" Kirishima pumped a fist into the air. "What are they?"
"Well, can you control the level of hardening?"
Kirishima blinked, taken aback. "Er, I don't know, I never thought to try I guess."
Izuku nodded. "Give it a try, just imagine your normal level and loosen it slightly."
Kirishima held up his arms, staring at them, brow furrowed in concentration.
The crenulations in Kirishima relaxed, becoming more shallow and less pronounced.
"I did it!"
Izuku gave a small smile. "Right, you did, that looks like about fifty percent of your maximum, now try seeing how much more of your body you can cover."
Kirishima did just that, the effect of his quick spreading to cover almost his entire body, patches of unaffected skin where the separate effects hadn't met.
"Woah!"
"Now try lowering the effect again, just a bit."
Kirishima concentrated again, the crenulations flattening slightly and spreading to the last few areas of his body.
"It's all over my body!" Kirishima cheered, slowly bending his arm, as fast as his quirk would allow him. "I can even move hardened joints more than normal."
Izuku spoke. "I have an idea about that."
The green-haired boy took Kirishima's arm, unbending it.
"Try lowering the hardening effect at the joint." Izuku ran his finger across the inside of Kirishima's elbow.
Kirishima nodded, the hardening where Izuku had indicated reducing to almost nothing.
Bending his arm back and forth, Kirishima grinned. "It works! Thanks, Midoriya."
Izuku smiled, bobbing his head.
Kirishima fist-bumped the green-haired boy before racing off.
"Hey, Bakugo, check this out!"
"You know, you might be fighting Kirishima in the sports festival."
Izuku turned his head to see Momo approaching him.
The green-haired boy shrugged. "It's fine, I mean, Kirishima wants to be a hero too, what's wrong with helping him get a little closer to his dream?"
Momo chuckled. "You really are too pure, Izuku."
Izuku shrugged nervously, before he had a realisation, beaming away. "I've got some suggestions for your quirk if you want to hear them."
"You have my attention."
21 April 2179
The bell had rung.
Izuku packed up his belongings and pulled his backpack onto his shoulders.
The green-haired boy moved to join Momo and Kirishima, while Iida and Uraraka did the same.
"Whoa, look!"
Izuku followed Kirishima's line of sight to see a massive crowd of students outside the classroom door, he recognised none of them.
Bakugo slouched forward, glaring at the crowd. "Don't you have anything better to do at lunchtime, you bunch of extras?!"
Mineta recoiled. "D-Don't c-c-call them that, they'll h-h-hate us, Bakugo!"
"Zip it, half-pint." Bakugo somehow managed to slouch even lower.
Mineta's face went red. "D-D-D-Don-n't c-ca-call-"
Bakugo interrupted the purple boy. "Tch, whatever."
Izuku opened his mouth to reprimand Bakugo, but Uraraka beat him to it.
"That's not very nice, Katsuki."
Bakugo straightened, before sighing. "Fine, I shouldn't have called you that, Ballhead."
Iida chopped his arm. "You just insulted him again, is this any way for a hero-in-training to behave? What will the other students think of us?"
Bakugo shrugged. "I don't really care, Glasses."
More arm chopping commenced, with Iida arguing back while Bakugo ignored him.
"So, this is what the hero course is like?"
A lavender-haired boy with a striking resemblance to Aizawa pushed his way to the front of the crowd.
Basically, he looked like he hadn't slept in a few years.
"An arrogant ass, a sanctimonious loudmouth and a shrinking violet." The lavender-haired boy looked at them with contempt.
"Oi, don't talk to them like that!" Kirishima stepped forward. "It ain't manly at all!"
"A Crimson Riot knockoff."
The lavender-haired haired boy pointed at Jiro.
"A wannabe punk rocker."
Then Momo.
"A socialite."
Before finally Todoroki.
"And the No.2 Hero's kid who definitely didn't get in on nepotism."
This got the crowd riled up again, insults being thrown at the gathered members of 1-A.
"Enough!"
The crowd stopped.
Izuku took a step forward, looking the lavender-haired boy in the eyes. "You want to be a hero, don't you? Is this any way for a hero to act?""
The lavender-haired boy's face showed shock, the first expression he'd had other than carefully projected apathy. "How did you know?"
"You feel bitter, jealous of us, so you lash out." Izuku lowered his voice until only the lavender-haired boy could hear him. "I've been there, I know what it feels like when everyone else seems to have the perfect hero quirk."
"How can you?" The boy replied, his tone practically venomous. "I've heard about you, the one with the insanely powerful copy quirk, how can you ever have felt the same way?"
Izuku spoke again. "I didn't know I had a quirk until the day of the Entrance Exam."
The lavender-haired boy recoiled. "You thought you were quirkless?"
"Er, yeah, pretty much." Izuku rubbed the side of his neck. "I knew I had, something, but the Entrance Exam was the first time I ever used my quirk, a quirk in general."
The lavender-haired boy frowned at Izuku's odd word choice, but brushed it aside.
"So?" The boy shrugged, before raising his voice so everyone could hear. "It doesn't matter, the Sports Festival isn't just a place for you lot to show off to pros, but a place for non-hero students to show off to the U.A. faculty, if we impress them, then there's a chance we'll get moved up to the hero course."
The wave of murmurs shot through 1-A.
The lavender-haired boy raised an arm and formed a thumbs down. "Of course, that means one of you hero course chancers gets demoted to make way."
The murmurs grew in volume and quantity, the crowd joining in as well.
"Basically, don't get comfortable, I'm coming for your seat at the table."
A loud pop silenced everyone, all eyes turning towards Bakugo.
"You can try, Eyebags." Bakugo glared at the lavender-haired boy. "But whatever shitty quirk you got can't hold a candle to mine."
"So, not just an arrogant ass, you're a braggart too."
"It's ain't bragging if it's true, it's just stating a fact." Bakugo took a step forward.
Izuku resisted the urge to sigh, he knew whatever Kacchan would say next, probably something about how much stronger he was than the rest of 1-A, would go down like a lead balloon.
"Besides, don't come looking for a seat here." Bakugo groused, before jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "These losers are more than enough to take on the lot of you."
Izuku couldn't help but shed a few stray tears, that was the nicest he'd ever heard the blond boy say. "K-Kacchan-"
Kirishima slammed his fists together. "Bakugo, he's so manly, supporting his classmates."
Kaminari frowned. "He called us losers."
"We've all faced down villains, and won, that's more than I can say about you." Bakugo growled. "If you want to crow about how you're going to take a seat, go do it to 1-B, at least you stand a chance there."
With that, Bakugo pushed his way through the crowd, towards the lunch hall.
"Oi, you class A lot really are arrogant! I'm Tetsutetsu from 1-B!" A silver-haired boy called out from the crowd. "We'll show you 1-B is more than a match for you at the sports festival!"
The blond-haired boy pulled Tetsutetsu back, a permanent smirk on his face. "Calm down."
"Calm down? That bastard was slandering us!" Tetsutetsu argued.
The blond-haired boy shrugged. "So what, we'll show him and the rest of his arrogant classmates how much better we are at the Sports Festival. But first…"
His eyes zeroed in on the green-haired boy.
"Izuku Midoriya."
26 April 2179
Mikumo took a step backwards, he was in his gym uniform, the jacket tied around his waist, white tee smudged with oil and grease.
Before him was the SHTR Mark Alpha-II, an upgrade from the Mark Alpha-I he'd used during the USJ incident, as the press had labelled it.
The α-II included the same gauntlets as the α-I, including the Shield and Foam variants, as well as new Spear and Booster Arms, the latter had a matching pair of boots alongside the originals.
The chest armor and default boots remained largely the same, while the visor had been taken back to the drawing board, redesigned to swap the plastic display to a hard light hologram projected from the two temple pieces.
Extra armor had been added in the form of shoulder armor, with repulsors to stabilise the Booster gauntlets and boots as well as upper arm and thigh armor, with strength-enhancing repulses.
Finally, a heavily reinforced backplate had been added, primarily for when he landed on his back, similar to a motorcyclist's.
Mikumo's eyes reflected the glow from the main repulsor in the chestpiece.
"1-A, 1-B, I'm sorry, but I'm coming for one of your seats."
Aoyama twirled on the spot, his naval laser cutting a falling concrete pillar into small pieces.
"My turn!"
Ashido slid past, flicking acid from her hand, hitting the concrete pieces and melting them to nothing before they could hit the ground.
Aoyama struck a pose and winked. " Merci, rosâtre ."
A fragment of pillar, missed by Ashido's acid, landed on his head. The blond boy's face fell, before he slowly fell backwards.
"Aoyama!" Ashido slid on her acid over to her classmate.
Aoyama looked up at the pink-skinned girl from where he lay, his eyes unfocused. "Do you think I'm a star?"
"I think I'm taking you to Recovery Girl."
" Oui !"
Tsuyu heard the buzzer.
The green-haired girl pushed off the edge of the pool and into the water, darting through it. Her eyes locked onto the small robot dragonfly, her target, before shooting her tongue out to wrap it around the drone.
Crouching down on the bottom of the pool, Tsuyu jumped, breaking the surface of the water and landing at the side of the pool, her target still held by her tongue.
3.43 seconds.
Tsuyu tossed the drone back into the pool.
"Again, kero."
The buzzer sounded.
Uraraka stood in the middle of Gym Gamma, cubes of concrete floating all around her as she held a handstand, her arms trembling as she focused on keeping both herself up and her quirk active at the same time.
Five minutes.
The brown-haired girl sighed in relief.
"Release!"
Uraraka dropped out of her handstand as the concrete cubes came crashing down around her, most of them shattering on impact.
Cementoss nodded at Uraraka, giving her a thumbs up.
Uraraka smiled, returning the thumbs up.
"Again, Mr. Ishiyama."
"On it."
The concrete rubble liquidised, sinking into the ground and rising back out as fresh cubes, ready for Uraraka to use.
"Thanks!"
Iida was in a crouch, his engines warming up, next to him was Ojiro, flexing his tail.
"GO!"
The navy-haired teen fired his engines at first gear, and pushed off.
Ojiro slammed his tail down on the ground, shooting forwards.
Iida quickly climbed to third gear, but he was still slipping behind Ojiro, the blond-haired boy pushing off the lamp posts of the mock city.
Determination fueling him, Iida forced himself up to fifth gear, and then beyond.
Iida accelerated massively, his engine ports showing a few flickers of blue as he quickly passed Ojiro, and then the finish line a few seconds later.
Skidding to a halt, Iida turned to see Ojiro landing, his tail cushioning him.
"Nice one, Iida." Ojiro smiled, nodding his head.
Iida bowed to the other boy. "Thank you, however, in a non-linear course you would have beat me."
Ojiro chuckled. "Iida, you shouldn't keep putting yourself down."
Iida bowed. "I apologise."
"And apologising all the time."
Iida bowed. "I apologise."
Kirishima took a deep breath, before hardening his whole body, at 50% of his full power, trading the rest in for area.
The red-haired boy pitched forwards, his arms crossed in front of him.
Kirishima fell, plummeting six stories and slamming into the ground, a massive cloud of dust and tarmac fragments flying in every direction.
Jumping up, Kirishima released a whoop of joy as his quirk receded.
"Indiscriminate Shock, 1.2 Million Volts!"
Kaminari released a torrent of electricity, arcing out in every direction.
The electricity slowly subsided, showing Kaminari, on the verge of frying his brain, his face slack.
"Yay?"
Koda blocked Sato's punch, before evading the knee to his chest.
Sato took a step back. "You know, you really need to throw a few punches of your own."
Koda shook his head slightly, before signing. " What if I hurt them? "
Sato released a booming laugh. "That's kinda the point of punching someone."
Jiro stood in front of a mechanical mannequin, one of her earphone jacks raised.
It suddenly lashed out, hitting the mannequin's wrist, the area lighting up green and a buzz sounding. Jiro's other jack struck, directly in the mannequin's neck.
A louder buzz sounded, the area flashing red for a few seconds.
"Damn it."
Jiro retracted her jacks, collecting herself before going again.
Two green lights.
Jiro smirked.
"Now, let's do three."
Sero swung through the streets, firing his tape non-stop, never slowing.
"Hey there, you might be wondering why I'm swinging around like this. Well, I'm training for the U.A. Sports Festival-"
"Stop narrating, I can hear all of it."
Sero glanced up to see Shoji standing on the edge of a building, one foot on the small wall, his six arms fanned out, a gentle rush of air slightly ruffling his hair.
"You majestic octopus man."
"I can hear that too."
Tokoyami stood in the middle of a baseball pitch, Dark Shadow materialised in front of him.
"Now."
Floodlights blazed into life, bathing Tokoyami and Dark Shadow from every direction.
Dark Shadow shrank backwards. "Make it stop."
"Dark Shadow, we need to be stronger, right?" Tokoyami's eyes met his familiars.
"R-Right." Dark Shadow answered shyly, the light making him timid.
Tokoyami clenched a fist. "Then this is how we do it."
"Okay." Dark Shadow turned back towards the light, forcing himself to withstand it.
Shoto stood in Gym Alpha, slowly melting ice constructs all around him.
He was breathing heavily, the skin on his right side frosted over.
"It's your power, Shoto. Use it."
Endeavor gave you that scar, I know it, and he framed mom for it! I'll make you admit it!"
Flames flickered along Shoto's left arm.
The teen clamped down on them, stopping them
Could Toya be right? Am I blaming mother for something that the bastard drove her too? She burned me because that side of me looked like him.
Taking a steadying breath, Shoto slammed his right foot, creating another ice mountain, re-freezing himself in the process.
Katsuki glared at the obstacle course before him, before jumping into the air and igniting his palms, using a near-constant stream of explosions to hover through the air, dodging walls and tires by angling his palms.
Nerd, I'm sorry for what I did, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna crush you in the Sport Festival, I'll crush them all!
Landing, Katsuki rolled and kept running, sending explosions at the mannequins lined up at either side of him.
I'll crush the whole damn world, I'll make the shitty fucks of the world irrelevant!
Katsuki smirked.
Mineta lifted the smoothie up, drinking down the entire blender's worth, before lowering it.
"Let's try this again."
Running forwards, Mineta grabbed one of his spheres from his scalp and threw it on the ground, before jumping and landing on it with one foot.
Mineta angled his bounce, aiming for moderate height and long distance as he tossed down another sphere.
He bounced again, repeating the process until he misjudged a bounce and ended up sprawled out in the dirt.
Midnight cracked her whip. "Fifteen!"
Mineta nodded, scrambling to his feet.
Momo held out both of her arms, concentrating as the telltale glow of her quirk covered them.
Hardened metal rose out of every pore, coating her arms entirely.
Stopping her quirk before her creation was fully pushed out of her skin, Momo flexed her arms, testing to see she still had full range of motion.
Satisfied, the dark-haired girl turned her focus to the massive concrete pillar.
A punch struck the pillar, a small spider web of cracks radiating out from the point of impact.
Examining the damage, Momo nodded her head.
Another punch deepened the cracks, one more causing fragments of concrete to fly off it.
Taking a step back, Momo surveyed the damaged pillar. It wasn't as much as much as Izuku's immense strength, or Kirishima's offensive defense.
It was a work in progress, but as her ace-in-the-hole for the Sports Festival, it would do the job.
28 April 2179
Aizawa returned his bottle of eyedrops to his pocket, blinking rapidly as he walked to his next class, Underground Heroics with 3-B.
"On your left."
The true form of the No.1 Hero passed him, jogging at a pace normal people would call sprinting, dressed in an All Might tracksuit.
Aizawa rolled his eyes.
"On your left."
The problem child of 1-A jogged past Aizawa, only a few seconds behind his mentor, dressed in a matching All Might tracksuit.
Aizawa rolled his eyes again, continuing to walk towards Ground Beta, along the side of Gym Beta.
"On your left."
All Might ran past him, still at the same blistering speed.
"On your left."
Followed by the green-haired menace Aizawa insisted he wasn't becoming fond of.
(He was.)
30 April 2179
Izuku laid back on the bench, gripping the bar and lifting.
Activating his Strength and Speed quirks, the latter giving a 9.2 times boost, Izuku lifted the 300kg with blinding speed, his arms a blur.
1 May 2179
The morning light cast long shadows over Dagobah Beach.
Izuku grunted as he dragged the carcass of a burnt-out truck along the sand, two ropes tied across his chest, straining even with the eight times enhancement his Strength quirk provided him.
Reaching his clearing zone, Izuku let the ropes go slack, collapsing into the sand.
All Might released a booming laugh as he picked up the truck, resting it on one shoulder and giving Izuku a thumbs up.
The green-haired boy looked up, returning All Might's gesture with a shaky thumbs up if his own.
3 May 2179
Izuku stood in same athletics field that Aizawa had used for the Quirk Apprehension Test, specifically, in the circle for the ball throw.
Reaching out, Izuku turned off all his passive quirks, minus Perfect Recall.
Tightening his grip around the ball, Izuku pulled his arm back and threw the ball, releasing the largest unenhance explosion he could produce.
The ball soared through the air, propelled by the explosion from Izuku's palm.
"202.7 meters."
Izuku nodded to himself, satisfied this the 10-meter improvement he'd made.
I know I can't replicate the ten years of power training that Kacchan has had, but technique, that's something I can improve.
Grabbing another ball from the waist-high basket at his side, Izuku threw it, another explosion propelling it.
"207.8 meters."
Izuku threw another ball.
"208.5 meters."
Another.
"210.6 meters."
4 May 2179
Izuku stood in the middle of Gym Alpha, a mannequin placed ten meters away from him.
The green-haired boy raised his right arm, his fingers ready to flick.
Electricity coursed through his body, filling every cell, Kaminari's quirk, he copied it the day before, with the blond boy's permission of course.
Charging up One For All, at 50%, in his middle finger, Izuku activated Discharge Digits and flicked.
Or at least, he tried to activate Discharge Digits.
Izuku's finger bone cracked, electrified steam billowing from his hand instead of the intended effect.
Mihaze.
The quirk Izuku had copied from Azubaz, the villain who he'd slingshotted into the Shipwreck Zone during the USJ attack.
Izuku suppressed a cry of pain, holding his broken finger with his other hand.
"Damn it, I used the wrong quirk again."
"That's one of the drawbacks of copy-type quirks, I'm afraid."
Izuku turned, seeing a blond-haired body leaning against a concrete pillar he swore hadn't been there a minute earlier.
"You're from 1-B, right?" Izuku questioned.
"Oh yes, I am." The boy smirked. "Neito Monoma, and you're Izuku Midoriya, 1-A's class representative."
Izuku nodded. "So, you have a copy-type quirk as well?"
"Perhaps." Monoma answered.
"So that's a yes."
Monoma rolled his eyes. "You have no sense of mystery."
"I'm not a fan of uncertainty." Izuku looked Monoma in the eyes.
"So it would seem." Monoma shrugged. "You're struggling to keep your copied quirks straight, aren't you."
Izuku nodded hesitantly.
"You copy permanently, how many do you have in total?"
"Over a hundred, the Perfect Recall quirk only seems to work on memories, not on my quirkspace." Izuku answered.
Monoma's eyebrows shot up, before he quickly schooled his features. "Over a hundred, no wonder you can't keep them straight, I've never heard of copy-type with that many."
Izuku shuffled nervously. "How many do you have."
"I can manage three at once, four if I fancy a headache, five for a migraine, never tried six." Monoma paused. "I can only use one at a time, but you, you can use more than one at once."
Izuku nodded. "Er, y-yeah, I can."
"I want to know how you do it." Momoma smirked. "In return, I'll tell you how to keep your quirks straight."
Mulling it over in his head, Izuku hesitantly agreed. "O-Okay, I use more than one active quirk at once by picturing my base quirk as the battery in a parallel circuit, with each quirk I want to use on a seperate track of the circuit."
Monoma looked at him in disbelief. "I wanted an honest answer, not that drivel."
Izuku shook his head. "That's really how I do it. Try it, oh, and imagine resistors in series with the quirk, if you raise resistance to one quirk, it'll be less powerful and the other will be more powerful."
Monoma gave a shrewd look, but relented, turning his attention inwards, face screwed up in concentration.
A few seconds Monoma's right fist began to grow, stopping at about a meter in width, a second later the entirety of Monoma's body took on a metallic sheen.
The blond-haired boy examined his body with excitement, a little of disbelief mixed in, reducing his fist size, the metallic sheen becoming more defined, harder. "You weren't lying after all, I'm impressed, such a simple solution."
Izuku shrugged, uncomfortable at receiving praise from the aloof teen.
Monoma cancelled his quirks, straightening. "A deal is a deal. You need to assign a familiar word or feeling to each quirk, kind of like a mnemonic."
"Huh, that's kind of simple too."
Monoma smirked, his expression smug. "Quite."
Izuku gathered his concentration, quickly finding Electrification, forcing himself to associate the letter A with, doing the same with the letter B for Discharge Digits.
Raising his arm to point at the mannequin, Izuku took a steadying breath.
A - Electrification. B - Discharge Digits.
Electricity surged through Izuku's body, a second pool forming in his right hand.
The power provided by Electrification drained into his hand, Discharge Digits acting as a lightning rod.
"Parallel Circuit: Finger of Thor!"
Izuku summoned One For All 50% in his finger and flicked.
A gust of wind blew past the mannequin before a thick bolt of greenish-blue electricity fired from Izuku's now broken finger, exploding the torso of the mannequin and scorching the rest.
Izuku lowered his hand, finger stinging as Hyper Regeneration began its work.
"Wow." Izuku turned to face Monoma. "Did you see th…"
Monoma was gone, the door to Gym Alpha slowing swinging shut.
"Oh."
5 May 2179
Izuku pulled the laces of his red hi-tops tight.
Standing, the green-haired boy slipped on his U.A. blazer.
He turned his head to look at a poster, proudly hung over his desk, his mind thinking back over the last few weeks.
Bakugo's confidence.
Uraraka's fierce determination.
Iida's respect for Ingenium.
The purple-haired boy's declaration of war.
Monoma's quiet intensity.
Momo's ingenuity and resolve.
All Might's faith in him.
Izuku understood it now, what he had to do.
His fist tightened, his eyes staring at the All Might poster.
"All Might, I won't let you down." Izuku paused. "I will definitely win the Sports Festival."