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The rest of the class was silent in the moments after Izuku's little showcase of what he could do on Kaminari's body, with only Katsuki's light chuckle bringing everyone out of their stupor with a few of the children turning their attention to him with wide eyes.
"Bakugou, did you know Midoriya would just...Go off like that? Why the hell would he do something that seems so out of character for him? He doesn't seem like the kind of dude to just, go off on a man as he did." Flat-face's concerned voice only made the blond laugh harder before shaking his head before looking plainly at everyone, did they really not get it? Hell, he thought Ponytail was supposed to be one of the smart ones with that weird creation quirk of her's.
"Dude, imagine this. You work your entire fucking life towards one goal, breaking your body down and building it back up constantly stronger and stronger, striving towards this light on the horizon. Creating ways to get past all of your flaws and disabilities in order to keep up with everyone else, and then, once you are a step towards achieving this goal. You finally get some sort of validation that everything you have been doing so far is worth it, some asshole walks up and takes a giant steaming shit on whatever you were trying to do. Everything you were trying to build up to and prove just undercut by this one douchebag's assholery, wouldn't you get extremely fucking pissed off at anyone who did that to you?" Stating that Bakugou looked around the room and saw a couple of the quicker folks in the class start to make the connection as they nodded, he wasn't going to say anything else though.
"While not needing the...Graphic description I get what Bakugou is trying to say. Midoriya has essentially spent his life trying to prove that he can become a hero despite being quirkless, and from what he said the task was not something easily accomplished so Kaminari's callous remark about holding back because he was quirkless essentially insulted everything Midoriya has worked towards so far right? I can understand why he would become so offended by the statement now if that was the case." Ponytail's voice was what caused the rest of the class to go ahead and make the connection. Bakugou guessed it was better to learn that early on through some idiot's statement as opposed to during a real fight.
"Either way, I don't think it would be a good idea to piss Midoriya off...That guy was scarily focused on taking Kaminari down there, I would not like to be on the receiving end of those fists of pain." The sentiment seemed to be shared through the class as everyone's attention turned back towards the large monitor in front of them as the second pair of players in the game were about to collide.
Uraraka growled some to herself as she approached the final floor, she had heard the small announcement that Kaminari was defeated Izuku had done his part in the plan to win this. Now it was her turn to clinch this and make it so they could come out on top. The woman saw that spiked head of crimson hair when she climbed up onto the last floor, a proud young man standing there ready for the challenge that the woman might provide him if she wanted to.
"So you finally made it up here Uraraka! Though where is Izuku? I thought that you two would be coming up here together after taking care of Kaminari." The boisterous young man chuckled thinking about how the other boy so proudly strode downwards with his confidence on high.
"We, we decided that going one on one would be more heroic and... Manly like?" The girl's tone was clearly one full of nervousness and anxiety thinking about what she would do here, trying to follow the kind of lines her friend told Kirishima would respond well to before she grinned and fell into a bit of a meek stance, lightly defense-oriented with her palms facing outwards.
"Ah, so Izuku put you up to this then? Well, I won't be one to decline an earnest challenge like that. Though let's keep things cool here ok? First, one to bring the other down three times or stop all movement from their opponent is the loser, they will freely let the other put that tape around them." Kirishima then chuckled a little bit, his laugh nice and hearty when he fell into his own combat stance, fists up to protect his face and ready for any assault the girl might throw his way when he aggressively shuffled his way towards her, arms tense and ready to receive any outward attack from the girl.
"F-fine!" Uraraka gulped a bit from the way that her opponent approached her, that seemed the best she could do while remembering the coaching about Kirishima's fighting style she was given before and dashed forward, keeping low to get away from those dangerous looking fists of his, throwing out a sloppy palm strike towards the exposed midriff of the boy, ready to just make him float away from here and win their little match, getting quite a nasty surprise when the man swiftly sidestepped her blow to the left and gave her a harsh slam into the gut with the hardened fist behind it. The girl let out a gasp of pain feeling the sharp knuckles landing right into her stomach with that harsh little blow making her body clench up a bit before falling right down, grasping her stomach in pain.
"Izuku taught you all about how I fight right? He wouldn't be himself if my friend didn't tell you I like taking all those hits head on! Well, good thing his teacher has some high up friends to teach me a bit otherwise. So come on and get up, you still got two more times to go down before your out!" Coughing a bit as she got up, Uraraka cursed some as she thought of what was going on was not really. The only real plan she had coming in here would probably be mute right? Pushing against the ground to lift herself up Uraraka wiped a bit of spit from her lip before settling back into a stance much like the one she had taken before, though she was a lot more defensive this time around/ Tightening a guard to ready herself at whatever Kirishima was about to throw at her next.
No matter if the guy wasn't going to be just taking any of her attacks straight on like Izuku predicted she should still be able to do something here right? She just needed one hit to get the redhead up and in the air for her to chase after the goal. Just one attack was all she needed, gulping some the girl rushed forward again, thinking about all she needed to do. This guy was stronger than her clearly and a bit faster with more combat experience, there needed to be something she could do to fight!
As she came forward, Kirishima himself let out a boisterous laugh and went forward his fist jetting forward with a harsh right hook aimed right for the girl's face and though she dodged it he brought up a second fist right afterwards to stop Uraraka from getting her dead on with those palms hitting her hard, though not as forcefully as last time letting his opponent remain on her feet and fully willing to throughout a dual attack, heading at him from both sides best she could and forcing Kirishima himself to dash backward slightly to avoid the attacks, the tips on Uraraka's middle fingers scraping right by his chest while he made his escape from her. Uraraka herself staring on with a determination to win this and gaining some form of strategy in her mind, though it would probably hurt like hell when their match was over. Dropping her guard fully, the girl seemingly left herself open for any attack.
"You know I am not going to fall for that right? I might be a straightforward guy but even I can tell you have some sort of trap planned for me there Uraraka." He chuckled and gave a few playful jabs at the girl, who was panting a bit with pain. This and the damn entrance exam had been Uraraka's first real-time getting injured like this and it was clear Uraraka had never been in anything resembling a real fight before they confronted each other, especially from the way she panted from just a few interactions.
"Yes but, this is a one on one match... I don't think you are the kind of person to abandon that pride no matter what right?! Well, for one know that my teammate is charging up the building right now fast as he can!" As she spoke, Uraraka knew this was a shitty gamble, relying on Kirishima's pride as a "man" to trap him in a situation like this but it was all she had. Watching her opponent's eyes widen when what she said sunk in the girl mentally cheered at part of her plan working.
"So, you better put me down these extra two times quickly or my partner will just waltz right over and retrieve the weapon while you are stuck in a conflict with me, what'll it be though? That's all for you to decide!" She then steeled her eyes and stared right into the hardened boy's own to challenge her further before the young man. In a prideful act, Kirishima rushed right forward to quickly end this to move on, his muscles tensing as he went for a left straight. The girl braced her self against the concrete below her as the fist came forward before her own palm came up to catch the stone hard fist within it, the force of the blow and materials colliding sending a great shock of pain down Uraraka's arm and the girl was pretty sure she could feel her arm break slightly but that didn't really matter now did it! With her palm wrapped tightly around Kirishima's fist and finger pads laying right down on the boy's body she activated her quirk. Sending the boy up and into the air uselessly.
"Gotcha. Sorry if that felt underhanded Kirishima, I just needed to touch you with my full hand. Aah god, that hurts...But now that you are in the air like that I guess you can't move." The girl gulped before moving on, her arm throbbing with pain as she went towards the device, Kirishima himself flailing around a bit in the air while he drifted upwards to the ceiling.
As the girl walked towards the goal, she was constantly flinching from the pain in her broken arm but going forward, this was nothing compared to the entrance exam after all. The woman did not notice the young man desperately flailing around trying to recover from his little fight with her and brainstorming what he could do while gravity didn't affect him when his back bumped the ceiling and Kirishima smirked a bit knowing what he would do, bracing a bit against the ceiling his muscles tensed some before he shoved all his strength into pushing against the wall to throw himself forward, hurtling towards the woman who was blissfully unaware of the middle of a classmate heading towards her.
"Hey, Uraraka! I ain't down and out so we can still fight!" As he flew forward, Izuku finally arrived at the top of the building to see this going on, and ever being the hero ran forwards, his legs surging with speed so he could surpass Kirishima mid-air and turn with his forearms raised in a block to get in the way of his fiery-haired friend. Kirishima's fist then collided harshly with the metal bracers on his arms, the sound of the collision echoing even in the observation room, causing the hardened skin on Kirishima's fist to crack a small bit while the bracers showed no dent, not even a small scratch on their surface after the collision. Then, just in time with that little blow Uraraka reached the target weapon and lightly touched it, solidifying the Hero team as the victors here. That little fact was on the back of Izuku's mind however as he looked to his forearms in amazement, the bracers... He needed to thank Sensei thousand times over when he next got in for these things.
"Midoriya, not cool man!" The voice of Kirishima's whine brought Izuku out of his own headspace as he focused on the young man pouting a bit at what happened and sticking out his tongue at Izuku for interfering with his fight with Uraraka, who was currently blushing while they walked towards the observation room
"I and Uraraka were having a really good one on one match there and you had to come in at the end and ruin it. Now that kind of makes our manly fight invalid! Why would you do that to me man? Uraraka had a really, really manly moment in that fight too but now it's soiled" The disappointment clear in the way he spoke which made Izuku laugh a bit in earnest.
"S-sorry, I just kind of saw someone in danger there and my instinct to save kind of kicked in before I could think. You know I can be like that sometimes, what can I do for ya to make up what you lost?" Clasping his hands together, Izuku gave his friend his best walking-bow to keep moving and was grateful seeing his fellow hero in training in deep thought before turning towards Uraraka with a grin on his face.
"Well, what do you think Uraraka? The match he interrupted was yours as well so I think you deserve an equal amount of retribution ya know?" When she was called out, the girl broke out into a small blush before coughing a bit.
"Oh um...Maybe he takes out to eat somewhere and has to pay for it? I think that would be a good place to bond? And it just sounds like a nice thing to do after school ya know?" The girl blushed a bit, a little embarrassed about her ulterior motive of getting a free meal, but the boys didn't need to know that.
"Sounds perfect, we can go to this burger place near Goda's quirk gym. It easily has the second best burger I have ever had there."
"Second best? Then who has the best burger you have ever had? That sounds like it would be a better place to get this done if we ever are going to." Uraraka looked between the boys as they locked eyes and nodded, feeling like she was missing out on some key detail here before they both spoke out in unison.
"Bakugou's dad, best burger ever." The duo then broke out into a couple of chuckles before Izuku sighed a bit and nodded at the request, he could go out easily with the allowance he got every month. Just take out the fee to attend Ryozanpaku and he really didn't spend it on anything else.
"Yeah, I can take you but...Mind if it is next Saturday or something? The entire week I have to attend the support course part-time and weekends are usually all reserved for training but I am sure I can convince Sensei to let me go for an afternoon at least." Izuku sighed thinking of what that would entail, knowing he would have to double his weights next time he was training in order to make up for the lost time, that or they would get into spear training and his sides were already sore from the jabs he was going to feel from that.
"Of course that's fine, I have my own training with Tenkai to do. I am sure once he hears I am hanging out with Fumai's disciple again he will want to meet with him for a free afternoon and talk as friends." He chuckled thinking about his own teacher's way of doing things, glad that they were introduced by Izuku's own sensei. As they walked, the trio passed the body of the still limp and unconscious Kaminari, his body stuck hard to the floor by Izuku's own webbing.
"Uh...What are we going to do with him then? Just leave Kaminari on the ground like that or are we going to take him to the infirmary or observation room?"
"Ah, the webbing doesn't dissolve for an hour at least and if you don't have something to cut it or burn it then that stuff isn't coming off unless you can produce more force than a speeding car." Izuku's plain and blunt explanation as he walked passed the body was good enough for the other two as they shrugged and walked off, leaving the body of one hero-to-be sprawled out on the floor for the medical bots to pick up whenever they came.
While the rest of the kids rounded up within the observation room, Izuku went right to analyzing and looking at the quirks that would come from today, bringing out one of his many notebooks this one specifically labeled Classmates-Quirk Ideas and Support? The strange little habit attracted the attention of a few of Izuku's classmates.
"Hey Midoriya, what's with the notebook? The image of you just taking notes kinda ruins that badass image you just established with the way you took down Kaminari like that, makes you just look like a giant nerd ya know?" Sero chuckled some to himself, glad that Midoriya wasn't the super intense guy he seemed to be after the fight, sure they had yesterday to get to know each other but he still pulled out some crazy stuff then for a quirkless kid.
"Oh, um sorry? I was taking ideas down to help with the support course, noting everyone's fighting styles and quirk ideas to make items made specifically to enhance that... Am I not allowed to do that while it happens? I don't want the ideas to get lost in my kinda wandering mind." The young man blushed a bit under the scrutiny before turning away while turning to Kirishima's page and updating when he knew about him and how he was now learning under a Boxer on the level of his own Sensei.
"Making stuff specifically for us? Dude that sounds awesome! I will be sure to show off for ya so you know how to exactly help me improve this kinda lame quirk l have." The dark-haired young man nodded a bit but was surprised at the way Izuku whipped around, shaking his head at him for even considering that idea.
"N-no you can't do that. Please, this sort of note taking only works when the people are not aware of what is going on. If our classmates know I am working on stuff to help them or just concepts for my own projects based on their movesets then they will show off and not act like they truly would in battle. If I can't help what they would be like normally the stuff other than basic quirk enhancements would be rendered useless. So please, please don't tell anyone else about what I am doing." Izuku clasped his hands together a bit then, giving his colleague a small beg here before Sero just shook his head and looked around, it seemed like most of the class had stopped paying attention to them a little while ago.
"Alright alright dude, you don't have to really beg for that sort of thing. I can kinda get what you are saying there, so don't worry the secret is safe with me. Now, I think I am up next so I gotta get through those warm-up exercises you gave us yesterday so please excuse me." As the flat-faced boy walked off, he shook his head a bit at how Izuku went back to writing notes and speculating on what he could do here.
Hatsume Mei stared at the little sphere in front of her, looking at it from all angles as she put her hand on her chin trying to figure out what she wanted to do with this now that it was at this stage. The latest project that Power Loader had given the class was to "make a portable weapon" The idea itself was open-ended enough that Mei and her partner could work on it well enough and get something out within the day thankfully but still. She was stuck on the idea of what they could do, the pinkette knew that she wanted it to be a thrown weapon of some kind, Izuku in his suit wouldn't really have that much room for a bulky gun or much the ability to carefully aim with it. But the girl assumed he could more easily throw something the size and weight of a baseball with decent accuracy to have it be useful in the field tomorrow in his hero fundamentals class thankfully.
"I just need the pain delivery method and a way for it to stick to the target...What to do what to do. Something small enough to fit in this little ball of mine but still damaging enough to be worth using it." Looking back to their shared workstation, Mei's eyes caught the magnets she had been messing around with yesterday to create the wall crawlers as well as the silver capsule of web fluid on the desk.
"Those could work for how he will carry it on the suit and stick to a villain's body when needed but then we have the issue of having such a thing on someone's body, a straight up sticky grenade seems a bit dangerous for this class, and I doubt Izuku would use it much if it was lethal or at least seriously injuring." Hatsume rambled her thoughts into the air for a bit before her phone buzzed with Izuku's text tone and the girl decided to pick it up, gaining a wicked smile at the one word there. Electricity.