Izuku reveals his quirk. Momo starts to feel a bit obsolete.

Jasdevi Deku Part 2

"So, who wants to be on the winning team?"

Almost the entire stadium gaped at the new being that stood where Izuru and Mikumo once stood. Momo's mind, supercomputer that it was, took a few moments to recover from the Blue Screen of Death state their transformation inflicted on it.

What on earth was their quirk? Or is it his quirk? Didn't Aizawa-sensei say that Izuru and Mikumo were originally Izuku? How the hell can a quirk like that exist? And how did it allow them to create fire, and ice, and whatever the heck that White Bomb was about? Didn't they mention a Purple Bomb, too?

What was going on?

Izuku huffed, but he was smirking. "Looks like I've knocked the sense out of all of you. I suppose that's fair. It's not often you see something as incredible as Izuku, afterall. Well, if no one is going to step forward, let's see…" He covered his eyes and started moving his finger around the crowd. "Eenie, meenie, miney, my, punch a villain in the eye. If he squeals, make him cry, eenie, meenie, miney...you!"

Momo took a step back as he pointed at her. "M-Me?"

"Yeah, you, Bazongas. I remember you from the exam. You'll do."

"Don't call me th— wait, what do you mean I'll do?" Momo said, holding a hand to her chest.

"You'll do as my teammate. You ride on my shoulders, and I'll handle everything. You just sit there and look pretty."

A flush climbed up Momo's neck. The sheer arrogance! The cheek! She was more than a pretty face, thank you very much! "Now, listen here—" A hand landed on her shoulder, and she snapped her gaze to whoever it was.

"Sorry about him," a girl with orange hair said, looking incredibly exasperated. "But when he decides something, it's basically impossible to get him under control. At least when he's Izuku you're not getting annoyed in stereo." With that said, the girl patted Momo's shoulder and walked back into the crowd.

"Izuku!" A blonde boy finally cried, stomping forward to poke Izuku in the chest. "How can you work with one of those show offs from 1-A? You're giving 1-A a free ride into the finals. Literally!"

"Okay, first of all, Monoma, don't touch me," Izuku said, grabbing Monoma's finger between his index and thumb, moving it off his chest. "Don't blame me if you split into two and Nemu and Ito or whatever start running around. Second, I literally couldn't care any less about your little grievance with 1-A. 1-A, 1-B, whoever it is can't possibly compare to the majesty of Izuku."

Monoma looked at Izuku like Izuku spat in his eye. "You're going to betray 1-B like this? How could you? To think, we would be stabbed in the back like thi—"

"Okay, that's enough out of you," the orange haired girl said, reappearing next to him. Her hand slammed into Monoma's neck, and he crumbled like a house of cards. She grabbed him by the collar and dragged him away.

"So, Bazongas, you ready to win?" Izuku said, putting a hand on his hip.

Momo glared. "My name is Yaoyorozu Momo, not...not that!"

Izuku laughed. "Peach, huh? I'd have gone with Suika. Hah! Though, I suppose Peach isn't too far off, either," he said, peering around behind her.

A violent twitch throbbed above Momo's eye. "Where on earth did you learn to talk to people?"

"I just call it like I see it, Bazongas," Izuku said, shrugging. "They're, like, your most prominent feature, so you're Bazongas. I could call you Ponytail, but there's already a Pony in my class, so that's just confusing."

Momo took a deep breath. "If you can't even talk to me with an ounce of respect, then why should I bother to team up with you?"

"Because everyone else has already teamed up."

What? Momo whirred around, desperately scanning the crowd. True to Izuku's word, everyone had teamed up. Even Todoroki, who should have had trouble finding teammates with the 10,000,000 points headband he was given for getting first place. "N-No way…"

"Yep, looks like you're stuck with me, Bazongas."

Momo took another breath, letting it out slowly. This...well, it wasn't fine. She was stuck with the biggest jackass she'd ever met, and she was classmates with Bakugou! Still, a hero needs to make do with the situation they find themselves in, so she'll make do. Even if they were merely a two person team. "...Very well. Then let's discuss strategy."

"Strategy?" Izuku said, tilting his head, causing his long, flowing hair to half cover his face. He pushed it out of the way and straightened up. "I told you. You sit on my shoulders, and we win."

Momo gave him a deadpan stare. "That...That's not a strategy. That's barely even the beginning of a plan. How are we going to do this? Are we going for the 10,000,000,or are we going for smaller numbers? If it was as simple as 'We just win' then nobody would ever win anything."

"Yeah but that's the thing, there isn't nobody like me," Izuku said, pointing at his chest with his thumb.

"That's a double negative."

"Ah, relax, Bazongas, we've got this in the bag."

Momo grit her teeth. She refused to let her first sports festival be ruined by this arrogant toerag. "Fine, I'll come up with the plan. What's your quirk? Aside from the splitting into two bit."

And so, Izuku told her. His explanation made her jaw drop, and her soul shrivelled a little.

"Come to think of it, if ya want a strategy still, then maybe you can help me out. Makes this even easier for myself. What's your classmates' quirks?" Izuku said as Momo stared into the distance. Numbly, she rattled them off.

When it came time for the second round to begin, Momo got on his shoulders without another word.

"AND NOW! LET THE CAVALRY BATTLE...BEGIN!"

"Alright, let's do this! You sitting pretty, Bazongas?"

Momo said nothing. She just shrugged.

"Great!" And with that, Izuku threw out his hands and cried, "LET'S WIN THIS!"

All around the arena, students cried out in shock when chains shot out of the ground and wrapped around their riders, pinning their arms to their sides. Hands smashed through the ground and grabbed the horse's ankles, gripping with fingers as hard as steel.

Corks appeared around Jiro's earjacks, and small chains emerged from the corks to wrap around the jacks, strapping them to her body. A layer of insulated material covered Kaminari's body from head to toe. A hairnet made of iron clamped around Mineta's hair balls, tied up with a locked chain to keep it on.

A tall boy from 1-B with a head like a helmet let out muffled cries as he was muzzled. A giant fish bowl appeared around the head of a boy, a head which looked like a comic book speech bubble. A insect boy growled as his arms were wrapped up with what Momo could only assume was copious amounts of duct tape.

One team was even trapped in a giant box of what looked like bulletproof glass. Little air holes dotted around the structure the only thing ensuring they didn't suffocate.

And it was all made possible because of her partner's utterly absurd, incredible, brokenly powerful quirk. Materialization. The power to manifest absolutely anything that his mind could imagine, with absolutely zero cost or cool down. Every single student on the other teams were restrained with things that countered their quirks.

Casually as you like, Izuku strolled up to Todoroki and took his headband. Momo looked away at Todoroki's utterly infuriated expression. Normally she could have taken pride in so utterly dismantling the strongest person in her class. But she had nothing to do with it. It was all Izuku, with his quirk that made hers look so obsolete it wasn't even funny.

The crowd watched in stunned silence as the timer ticked down. For the entire event all 42 students were trapped in place, unable to make a single move. When the timer ran out, everything keeping them in place vanished.

"U-UMM...TH-THAT'S THE END OF THE SECOND ROUND! ERM, TEAM YAOYOROZU WINS...I guess..."

"Wha? Team who now?" Izuku said, staring at the scoreboard. "I didn't realise it would be Team Bazongas! Damn it, I should have been the rider!"

Team Yaoyorozu? What a joke. She was only there because the rules of the game dictated that Izuku needed someone else. Literally her only contribution was her name.

Momo climbed down from Izuku's shoulders. She startled when he put an arm around her shoulders. "Wh-wha—"

"Tell you what, though, that was way easier then I thought it would be. I figured I'd be able to trap all my own classmates, but you sure gave me some useful info on your own, Yao...Ya...Er...damn it, Bazongas, why is your name so hard to pronounce!"

"E-Erm," Momo looked away from Izuku's curious expression. "You would have figured it all out on your own, anyway…"

Izuku shrugged, letting go of Momo. "Eh, probably. Ya know, I don't think you ever told me your quirk, Yaozongas."

Momo's eye twitched. "P-Please don't call me that…"

"Fine, Bazongas then. Yeesh, ya can't please some people. So, what's your quirk?"

Momo looked away, holding her arm. "...It's Creation. I can create objects from my lipids as long as I know their chemical makeup."

"Eh, lipids?" Izuku shook his head. "Wait, so it's kinda like Materialization?"

Momo gave a bitter laugh. "I suppose so…"

"That's pretty awesome, Bazongas!"

Momo blinked. "What?"

"I've never seen anyone with a quirk even close to mine. Materialization is the best quirk ever, and you have one that's even slightly like it?" Izuku smirked, giving her a new look. "You've got a pretty good memory, too, remembering all those things about your classmates. You've gotta be the best in your class, right?"

Momo stared. "Um, w-well, I got number one in the quirk apprehension test, but—"

"Well duh, of course you did! Quirks like ours, there's no way we can't do anything we damn well set our minds to, eh?"

Momo stared some more.

"Well, I'm going to go get something to eat. You know how rare it is for me to be in this form and have the chance to eat? Mom hates the whole, shooting in the head thing at the dinner table. Laters, Bazongas!"

Momo watched him leave, blinking rapidly. The Blue Screen of Death was back with a vengeance.

...What the fuck was today?