Author's Note: Whoa, that last chapter was the longest I've ever written, period! Anyway, hope the changes were to everyone's liking, Bakugo todavia le patearon el culo!(:D) I wouldn't change that part for anything!
9: The Trouble with Teens
The rest of the class passed by without incident, even with Todoroki freezing the entire building during his team's turn. From what Izuku was able to hear, he was banished to the nurse's office on his return from his battle, Kyoka and Kaminari had done well. According to the Electrification Quirk user, once she had pinpointed the other team's location, she had let out a scream through her sonic collar that knocked the other team out within seconds.
Needless to say that she was named MVP for her match.
Each of the students had been given footage from their respective battles to review so that they could see where they needed to improve. Now, All Might was in the staff office with both Aizawa and the homeroom teacher for Class 1-B, Sekijiro Kan, better known as Vlad King.
They were each going over the footage from the battle trials, "I've got to say that you have some talent in this class, Aizawa," the blood user said begrudgingly, "The son of Endeavor, an heiress with a creation Quirk, and the next speedster in the Iida family." He leveled a small glare at the scruffy man, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that the principle was playing favorites."
Aizawa shook his head, "Believe me, I have plenty of students that would do better under your teaching," he said pausing a scene during the first match, bewteen Bakugo and Midoriya, "These two in particular."
"I remember these boys," Kan said, "One broke the Combat Point record at just over seventy, while the other scored well over fifty Rescue Points, but not a single Combat Point, not for lack of effort, though."
"Katsuki Bakugo and Izuku Midoriya," Toshinori said tiredly, "Former childhood friends until the latter was diagnosed as Quirkless, while the former gained a strong Quirk, and was praised to the point his ego is bigger than Might Towers."
Aizawa for once was in total agreement, "It would have been safer for both of them if they'd been placed in different classes," he said before letting the footage play out, all three of them wincing with every blow traded by the two teens, "These two have something to prove to each other, one wanting to be the very best, and the other just wanting to live out his dream, and prove that he belongs here."
"And one of them turned into a very vicious bully," Kan said with a nod of his head, "I understand why you think he'd do better in my class." He looked at the two of them, "Our classes may be competitive with each other, but I know how to curb such an attitude. And you honestly are the best to teach Midoriya if what I've heard about his lack of confidence is all true?"
Toshinori let out a bloody bark of laughter, "Kan, when this kid doesn't have his mask on, he's a stuttering, muttering mess of a boy!" He chuckled while he pulled out a hankerchief to wipe away the blood he sputtered up. "But!" He smiled, "That boy has one of the kindest hearts I've ever come across, plus he's got a...decent head on his shoulders, although he seems to have a lack of restraint that rivals even Bakugo's."
"Restraint?" Aizawa asked. "I haven't seen that, yet?"
Both teachers turned to the blond man for an explanation, "Let me put it to you this way," Toshinori began, "When it comes to...tenacity, that boy does not quit, even if he knows that he could lose, and quite badly. When he fought with Rappa, he was clearly out matched, and in a big way."
"I saw that in the papers," Kan said, nodding, "I honestly felt a little impressed that he held his own for so long."
Aizawa nodded, "I've seen some of the tech he's designed," he said, reaching into his pocket to produce one of the power cuffs, "These in particular are quite ingeneous for a student of his age." He passed it to Kan, "Not only does it work as a Quirk dampener, but it completely blocks the Quirk off from being used. And it's safe for long term use. The battery is charged from the wearer's body heat, which allows some of the prisoners that are wearing them to be held in normal cells for low-level thugs."
Toshinori chuckled, "And they won't come off unless a designated person removes them with a thumb print," he said, remembering how much Bakugo had wanted the thing off of him, "We actually had a bit of a snafu over them."
"How so?" Aizawa asked.
"One of the students, Young Hagakure, wanted to try one out since her Quirk is active all the time, and hasn't seen herself since she was four years old," Toshinori explained, he chuckled, "Before I could stop him, Young Midoriya handed one to her, and allowed her to slap it on." He took a sip from his coffee, "Unfortunately, he didn't know that her costume only consisted of a pair of gloves and a pair of shoes."
Kan's eyes widened, "You mean she was - ?"
"Naked as newborn baby." Toshinori nodded. "Luckily for them, Young Yaoyorozu did know, and was able to cover her up before too much was seen." He chuckled, "You should've seen their faces, poor Midoriya nearly fainted, and Hagakure was terrified that Young Jiro was going to strangle her with her earphone jacks."
Even Aizawa cracked a small smile over that, "And Bakugo?"
Toshinori sighed, "Well, you've both gotten your reports from Nezu, right?"
"He's been taking therapy sessions with Hound Dog, right?" Kan asked, "I wasn't made aware of his reasons since he was placed in 1-A."
Aizawa frowned, "Basically, that bullying we mentioned was beyond what normal bullying is," he said, "I had to stop him from outright attacking Midoriya when I gave them their Quirk Apprehension tests."
"What caused that?" Toshinori asked.
Aizawa frowned, "One: he thought the boy was Quirkless until he saw it with his own eyes, which made him angry...well, angrier." He corrected himself, "Plus, he hated whenever someone got a better score than he did. Two girls, and Midoriya beat his score by leaps and bounds in the Ball Throw. But the minute he saw Midoriya's score, he lost it. If I hadn't been nearby, or if he hadn't activated a ternary Quirk, Bakugo could have seriously injured him."
Toshinori frowned, and leaned on his knees, "Young Tokoyami mentioned that Young Midoriya has plentiful scaring across his upper body, and he wasn't subtle about who he thought was responsible."
Kan crossed his arms, "So he has a history of being a violent bully toward those he things are Quirkless, or, in essence, weak, and that tendency has followed him here to U.A.," he growled, "Remind me why this boy hasn't been expelled, yet?"
"Nezu thinks we can break him," Aizawa shrugged, "And it's not like he's openly hostile with all of the students...not physically, anyway."
"Just Midoriya," Kan said, "That should be enough."
"He's also hostile toward Young Jiro," Toshinori added, "But, I will say that that girl gives as good as she gets because she does not take his bullying at all."
Aizawa shook his head, "It's not enough for others to stand up to him," the man said, "He needs to be taken down a few more pegs. Not just by any student, either." He looked at the other two, "It has to be Midoriya."
"Why do you say that?" Kan asked.
Aizawa turned his attention back to the video footage, "He's fixated on him, that's why." He said, "You've been listening, haven't you? This kid has an superiority complex on a massive scale, just the opposite of Midoriya who, when unmasked, has a severe inferiority complex just as bad as Bakugo in the reverse." He said, "We may not be able to reverse all of the damage done to these two, but we may be able to equal it out."
"You want to pit them against each other again?" Toshinori asked. "That was nearly a fatal mistake on my part, and that was just by chance!"
"He's right, Aizawa, that boy used unnecessary force against Midoriya in an inclosed space that could have resulted in not only a death, but further injury to the other students present at the time." Kan said, but frowned a moment later, "But I can't say that I don't see the reason. Put two tigers in the same area, and both of them will try to either take the other out, or, in the best case scenario, duke it out until they find out that they can live in harmony."
Toshinori thought for a moment, seeing some logic in what they were talking about, "Alright, but how do we do it?"
"Off the books," Aizawa said, catching both of their attentions, "If we do this in front of a class, that'll only make a spectacle out of the whole thing," he continued, "And all it would take is one student with a phone to post it on the web, then we have a newscaster catastrophe on our hands."
Kan nodded, "So we offer them a chance to clear the air?"
"Or duke it out like a pair of alphas," Toshinori frowned, then palmed his face, "This is going to get messy...but it might be our best shot..." He then looked at Aizawa, "After the Sports Festival, Training Ground Omega, and, provided that the festival doesn't solve the problem for us, the families will witness it."
Kan looked at him, "That's a little far, isn't it?" He asked, "Their parents surely wouldn't - ?"
"You haven't met the Bakugos," Toshinori said, "I've only spoken with them at a length, but the boy's mother sounds like a female version of him, minus the explosions."
"Agreed," Aizawa said, "But still, allowing the parents to watch the boys potentially beat each other bloody?" He shook his head, "They may not like that much."
Toshinori frowned, thinking of how Inko had suffered because of Katsuki Bakugo's treatment of her son, and the absence of her husband. This was going to be a way of giving her justice.
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Meanwhile, as the teachers were devising their plan, the household of one Izuku Midoriya was in an uproar.
Izuku covered his face in embarrassment, "I can't believe the cameras caught that!" He moaned as he, his parents and the Jiros watched his battle trial against Bakugo, and his little dance scene at the end.
Kyoka was sitting next to him with Eri sandwiched between them, and grinning widely, "I am so never gonna let you live this down, Green Bean, you know that, right?" She giggled. "The only thing better than seeing your Happy Dance was seeing that puffed up firecracker get what was coming to him!"
Inko nodded firmly, "I have to agree with Kyoka, Sweetie," she said was the two looked at her, "Katsuki did have much of that coming. Especially considering how long this has been going on."
Izuku sat back with a sigh, "Yeah, but I don't think I was able to get through to him," he frowned, "He still thinks I was...looking down on him this entire time."
Kyoka shook her head, "I wouldn't worry about it." She told him, "He's not someone I'd want as a friend, or even near me."
"You didn't know him like I used to," Izuku sighed, "He was good back then, but all that praise the teachers loaded on him just turned him...into that." He pointed at the screen as Bakugo was about to pull the pin on his gauntlet.
Kyoka winced, "Yeah, and I told you not to do anything stupid," she reminded him, a blush rising to her cheeks, "Provoking him into using that weapon counts as something really stupid, you know?"
Izuku's own blush could have brightened up the night, "I...I know, but..."
"That reminds me," Inko said, "Mister Toshinori came by not long ago, and gave us a contract for you to look over."
The boy looked at his mother, "Contract?"
"For those power cuffs of yours," Hisashi said, "Apparently he wants them freely available to the police, and for public use." He said with a small amount of pride in his voice, "I let your mother make the decisions over the contents, so everything should be to your benefit."
"I left it on your desk, Sweetie." His mother said.
Kyotoku chuckled, "Not even a licensed Hero, and he's already rolling in dough," he said, smiling over at his daughter, "I could almost approve!"
"Almost?" Mika smirked at him while their daughter just glared.
Izuku frowned, "Approve of what?"
"Nothing," the girl huffed before she noticed that Eri was beginning to nod off, and smiled, "Come on, munchkin, time for bed." She got up from the couch and picked the little girl up. Izuku got up to join her.
The parents watched as their children took the little girl upstairs to be put to bed, Mika and Inko smiling at each other knowingly. Kyotoku smiled as he picked up the remote, "Mind if I skip back a few scenes? That crotch move was classic; the look on Bakugo's face!"
"Go ahead," Hisashi grinned, "I wanna see that myself!"
Upstairs, Kyoka was just tucking Eri into bed while Izuku pulled the covers over her. She was already fast asleep before her head hit the pillow, "I thought she would've been scared to death today." Izuku said quietly, "But she did a lot better than I ever thought possible."
Kyoka stepped back and smiled at the loving smile on Izuku's face as he looked down at his daughter. "You should've seen her cheering you on in the observation room," she told the boy, "It was adorable! I don't think anyone was rooting for you as much as she was."
Izuku looked at her with that some smile on his face, making her heart thud against her ribs, "W-What about you?"
Kyoka blushed slightly, "W-what about me?"
Izuku turned to her fully, "Please, don't play games with me, now." He said in a pleading voice, "We've known each other for a few months, and even before that we've always been able to be honest with each other." He took a step closer to her, "A-And...that kiss was - "
Kyoka stepped back, "Yeah...I know..." she frowned and began twirling one of her jacks around her fingers, "Listen...Izuku...I..." Quicker than she could blink, Izuku closed the distance between them, his left hand rising to her face.
When it came to kissing, neither teen had much experience. Kyoka had only ever kissed her parents, and that was always on the cheeks. Izuku was the very first boy she had ever kissed...the only boy that she had ever wanted to kiss.
What Izuku was doing to her was a simple touch of their lips, nothing fancy like what she had read in the romance novels she secretly kept in her closet. But the famous spark was definitely there. Literally.
"Ow!" Kyoka yelped just barely managing to keep her voice down as she felt the electrical charge pass between their lips.
Izuku, true to fashion, all but freaked out, "Oh god, I'm so, so sorry!" He yelped, his face flaming red. "Are you okay?!"
Kyoka looked at him, her cheeks as red as his own, one hand raised up to her still tingling lips...then she burst into quiet giggles. "Waaaooow, I never thought you were supposed to feel a real spark when you kissed someone you liked."
Izuku felt a small smile tug at his lips, "So then - ?"
She raised a finger to his lips, quieting him down for the moment before she took hold of his hands and led him out into the hallway. The door to Eri's room closed with a soft click. She then smiled up at him, "You really should've known better than that." She said in a mock scolding tone, "What if Eri had woken up and seen us?"
Izuku scatched his neck bashfully, "I, uh, I claim momentary insanity?" He muttered, making the girl giggle again, "Well, it's true! It's been hard to think straight because of you lately."
Kyoka gave him a small, tender look before she stepped up and wrapped her arms around his chest, "Then you need more practice," she sighed against his chest, "And...to answer your...sort'a question..." her face darkened in color again. "Yeah...I do like you...like a lot." She heart the pace of his heart increase in speed. Her jacks curled in delight. "I try not to show it, but I...kind'a get crazy jealous when the other girls get too close, or flirt with you."
Izuku chuckled at that, "I'm honestly flattered," he told her as he brought his arms up around her, "But you don't have to be jealous."
"Are you kidding me?" She looked up at him with annoyance, "I'm the only girl in glass that has an A-Cup, and a stick figure!" She attempted to step away, but he held her tighter.
"I don't care about any of that," he said in a hushed tone, "Yes, I find the rest of the girls in our class attractive," she huffed and looked away from him only for him to lean down to her exposed ear, "But I'm not attracted to them." She shivered. How did this stuttering mess of a teenager turn into this husky-voiced Casanova-wanna-be?
She bit her lip, refusing to look at him, "Give it time." She muttered, "You'll want someone else with a better body than me soon enough."
Izuku frowned at her, "But...I-I like your b-body." She finally turned back to him with wide eyes. "S-s-sure, you're slim, b-but you have curves," to prove his point his hands ghosted down her sides, tracing her figure. Her skin prickled with goose bumps under his touch as his hands skimmed just below the edge of her shirt. "A-and...yo-your ch-chest...it-it's perfect."
She scoffed, "You say that when Yaomomo has a C-Cup?" She muttered. She half expected him to start muttering about proper proportions, but she was not expecting one of those hands on her waist to rise up, and, very slowly, make its way up her body. She looked at him in surprise as he paused a moment, his hand against her ribs, his eyes boring into hers. He was silently asking her permission.
Her eyes drifted down toward his hand, her head bobbing slowly in a very slight nod. His hand moved upward. "Ah!" She clapped a hand over her mouth to keep her voice down as his hand palmed her breast through thin cotten of her shirt. His hand jerked away.
"Did I hurt you?" He asked almost frantic.
Kyoka's face was flaming red, but she shook her head. "I'm...just a little...sensitive..."
She saw a small smile twitch on his lips out of the corner of her eye for a moment before his hand returned. "Percfect." He muttered as he massaged her. Kyoka's legs trembled as he continued until her restraint broke.
She reached for him then, pulling his head back down so she could reach his lips. His arms went around her to hold her in place as her own wrapped around his neck, her fingers twisting into his wild hair...
"Ahem!" Both teens froze. They turned in unison toward the top of the stairs and were mortified to find her mother standing there.
"Mom!?" Kyoka squeaked before pushing away from Izuku, her back hitting the wall with a loud thump, "Er, how long have you - " Unfortunately for both of them, Izuku's Quirk goes haywire whenever he's flustered, and being caught by your girlfriend's(?) mother while in the middle of a makeout session was more than enough to do the job, and this caused his hands to literally stick to her shirt.
-RIIIP-
Mika's hand rose to her mouth, "Oh my!" She was just keeping herself from laughing at the scene before her as her daughter's shirt hung limply from Izuku's flailing hands while Kyoka was trying to cover both her navel, and her purple bra.
"Izuku!" Kyoka yelped.
"SORRY!" His hands were flying around, waving the remnants of her t-shirt like a flag.
"Kyoka?" Kyotoku called up.
"FINE!" The girl yelled, "WE'RE TOTALLY FINE!"
Mika snorted as she stepped forward and removed her jacket, "The only reason you're fine is the fact that you didn't decide to go braless." She drapped the jacket over her shoulders. "And Izuku?" The poor boy snapped to full attention as the woman leaned toward him, "I approve." She smiled at him, "Just try not to give me any grandchildren for a few more years, alright?"
"Uh, does Eri count?" He stammered out.
"Only if she starts calling Kyoka mommy." Mika giggled, and began urging her daughter down stairs, "Now, come along. This little wardrobe snafu isn't going to fix itself."
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"Doctor?" Said a pale, thin young man as he entered the darkened laboratory.
All around him were large tubes filled with liquid, and bodies in varying stages of...decay?...he wasn't sure. All that he did know what that the doctor had something he needed, and wanted.
Something that was currently floating in one of the tubes.
He stopped in front of the creature inside. "Hello." He smiled thinly as he gazed at the muscular creature inside. It was large, bigger than he was by several hundred pounds with skin as black as tar. It had a large beak-like mouth with jagged teeth behind it, and an exposed brain on top of its head. "Nomu."
"Tomura?" The doctor came around the corner of one of the tubes. "Ah, it is you. Good, I've been expecting you. How go the preparations for our little field trip?"
Tomura smiled at the man with his beady red eyes aglow. "We have everything we need," he said, reaching out to touch the smooth surface of the container, "Everything...except for this."
The man just chuckled as he twirled his mustache, "I'm glad that you think my child here will be the deciding factor," he smiled, "But there has been a change in the roster." Tomura looked at him with a manic glint in his eyes, "This Nomu is now obsolete toward your little venture, but never fear, for I have something better for you to take a long."
"Do you now?" He asked.
The doctor smiled and beckoned him to follow. "You see, my boy, recently I have been experimenting with the blood samples I took from my side project," he said, gesturing to a cage to the right of him marked #6. "You can see part of the result here." He said as Tomura peered inside, receiving glare from six red eyes from within. "This fellow is stronger than the Nomu I had planned to send with you before, but he doesn't follow orders as well as I'd like unless I give them."
"Then he's useless to me," Tomura sneered, and the monster inside lunged at the bars, rattling the cage as six clawed arms reached for him while green acidic drool fell from the creature's mandibles.
"True, but I wasn't about to let you go without one of my creations." The doctor smiled happily, "So I kept working." He continued on, showing various cages with similar creatures inside, some more human than others, "I worked myself to the bone until I had the perfect son." He stopped in front of a pair of life support pods, "And then I replicated him." He pressed a button and the pods hissed open.
Inside were a pair of tall figures, lean yet well muscled unlike the gigantic Nomu. "Let me introduce you to my Arachnids; the White Spider," the one on the left rose from the pod, whearing a red, black and white suit with blades on his wrists, "And the Black Spider." The one on the right rose, revealing a near identical Costume save for the fact that it was blue and red instead of white. "Totally obedient, merciless, and deadlier than any Nomu I've ever creatured."
"And these will be able to kill All Might," Tomura asked, "They look like twigs next to him!"
"Oh, these fellows aren't for All Might, mind you that I wouldn't dismiss them taking him down as powerful as they are," he said hurriedly. "But they will be going with you. And so shall I."
Tomura looked at him in surprise, "You, doctor?"
"Someone has to control Number-Six." He smiled, "And U.A. is a treasure trove of untapped resources I can't possibly pass up." He grinned as he pulled a photo from his coat, "Also, I have been asked by the local Yakuza to retrieve something for them." He showed Tomura a photo of a tiny, white haired little girl. "And using her Quirk...I think I can expand my Nomus' abilities tenfold." His eyes glinted behind his glasses dangerously.
"Well, then, who am I to deny you when you sound so excited?" Tomura asked.
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Author's Note: Well, this chapter took a momento to get out. Perdon! Anyway, the teachers are planning something with Bakugo and Midoriya, Kyoka and Izuku are...confused teenagers, and we have cameo appearances by three Nomu-type monsters based on Spider-Verse characters. They will be villains through and through. Also the good doctor seems to be gunning for Eri. I don't need to be Madam Web to see that this is gonna end badly!
Author's Note-2: Just throwing it out there, none of the female proportions in this fan-fic are any different than what they are in the manga/anime. If I got them wrong, my apologies, I'll fix them later as this story is always being improved upon!
Wanna see more? Ya know what to do! Adios Amigos!
