My Iron Giant

-Distractions-

Internships had been abruptly halted, students able to return to their homes or back to UA. While Hosu was without a doubt a hot topic, it wasn't seen in the same light as Deika. There weren't just three massive villains that attacked, there was one that split into what was hundreds of thousands of itself.

The first attack killed All Might.

The second wiped a city population out of the world.

This one was completely different.

There were no reported deaths, the first total victory against The League of Villains.

Reruns of the press conference by Endeavor were constantly on the television, which was starting to become a little boring for everyone in the One B dorms.

"Come on." Manga laid his head back, no longer able to keep himself occupied on his phone. "I would even be ok if you wanted to watch some cheesy Korean drama, at least I can make fun of that."

"This is a historical moment!" Tenya was as stiff as ever, sitting upright in the center of the couch. "It is our duty as those who are witnesses to the impact of these events to be able to relay as much information as we can to future generations!"

"How many recorded accounts do we need?" Setsuna tossed her own head up in the air, catching it easily. "Just let us use the tv already."

"And what would you do with it?"

"Play a video game about robot dinosaurs." She gave a threatening grin from her own lap, Ida hoping it was just her sharp teeth giving off such vibes.

The elevator dinged, Tetsutetsu catching them in his sight and moving to investigate. "Watcha guys doing?"

"Trying to convince this guy to let us have the tv to watch Code Geass." Manga answered, Setsuna throwing her head at Manga. "Ah!"

"No way! Ever since Pony told me about this game I've been dying to play it! We're not gonna watch another one of those junk shows you keep calling 'classics'."

"They were classics at the time, and that's why were watching them to see if they hold up!" Manga tossed her head back. "By the way, I never agreed to letting you use my console!"

Setsuna just scowled, throwing her head like a fastball back at him. "Obviously we talked about it, otherwise you wouldn't know that I was going to use your console!"

Manga just threw Setsuna's head into Tetsutetsu's grasp, neither acknowledging the fact as they stared down one another. "You keep sneaking behind my back to use my console all the time!"

"Oh? How do you figure?"

Manga then proceeded to grab one of his controllers, pointing with a shaky finger at the residue on them. "You keep getting dino nugget bits all over my stuff!"

"You think I don't wash my wands?!"

"Then show me them!" Manga went over to her body, which hurriedly moved her hands behind her back. "Show me your hands!"

She didn't comply, her body staying still despite his demands. "Tetsutetsu, give me her head."

"WHAT?!" Setsuna shouted, suddenly finding herself in a hostage situation. Tetsutetsu tossed her over, her body leaping up to try and catch it but Manga intercepted it.

The girl nervously chuckled in his grasp, unable to decipher his literal blank expression.

"I'm gonna cover you in cheese slices."

"NO PLEASE! I'M LACTOSE INTOLERANT!" Her body ran towards him, Manga tossing the head back over to Tetsutetsu. "Don't you dare!"

Seeing the headless body leap towards him, the steel boy tossing the head back over to Manga right before he was tackled.

Coming down the stairs, Pony was greeted by an unusual sight. Two boys throwing a head back and forth between one another, a decapitated corpse sprinting between the two and trying to catch its missing part.

"I play too!" She joined in the antics, happily smiling as the head was tossed to her and she made sure to keep the head away.

Tenya could stop them, but in a way he got what he was originally after. Now he just had to find a way to listen to what they were saying through the yells and screams.

In the corner of his vision he saw someone colorful enter the lobby. Shoto looked around the place, pausing at the odd event that was happening behind where Tenya was at.

Getting up, Ida sought to greet the boy as it would be the polite thing to do. "Hello Todoroki, what brings you over here?"

"I'm looking for Izuku and Ochaco."

Tenya didn't miss how he addressed them, a slight tightness running through his chest. "I haven't seen them since I came back a few days ago."

"School starts tomorrow." Shoto said as a note. "They should be back by now."

"You're looking for Midoriya and Uraraka?"

Glancing back, there was a very pale girl with snow white hair and eerie blue eyes standing right next to them. Both of them were a little startled by her sudden appearance, but Ida recognized her. "Do you know where they are Yanagi?"

The girl who rarely exited her room nodded, pointing outside. "They're in the woods."

"How do you know?" Shoto immediately asked.

"My friends told me. They see Uraraka come into the kitchen late at night to grab more food or go up to her room."

"What does she do up in her room?" Tenya asked, Shoto giving the boy an agitated glance before Tenya finally caught himself. "Ah! Forgive me! I did not mean to pry into her personal-"

"I have lots of friends who see lots of things." The girl cryptically mentioned, managing to out awkward those with some of the worst social skills.

Shoto got what he came for, so off he went to look for them. Tenya immediately followed, hoping to catch the two as well.

Yanagi stood there, watching them go after the two. Her finger rose up beside her face, the girl only moving her eyes to acknowledge it. "What is it Tony?...mhm…well that was obvious but…really?...if that's true we'll have to be careful with them."

The automatic doors closed behind Shoto and Tenya, condensation rapidly building up on the glass surface as Yanagi's finger pointed towards the strange event. Without even touching it, an invisible force began to wipe itself against the glass.

Yanagi's cold eyes witnessed letters being made. "R, E, D, R, U, M."

If her English scores were better maybe she would of understood what it said.


The breeze was gentle, the loose leaves fluttering along the ground and washing over the ground. One of them stuck themselves on the corner of a plate of metal, shaking as the winds kept demanding it move but the object it was stuck on would not yield.

Izuku plucked the leaf off his elbow, holding it up in front of him as it wriggled in place.

Finally, he let it go, watching it be carried away in an instant.

*blip, beep beep*

Glancing down beside him, Ochaco laid on a blanket with one of her pillows under her head and atop Izuku's thigh. Her hands kept moving in front of her, interacting with all of the holographic screens in front of her.

"How's your new phone working out?"

Flicking her wrist, all the windows flew down to a small tab. "I think I'm starting to get the hang of it, but it's still a lot. I mean, there's so many things it can do, but it can't do it as well as all other stuff we use. Like it's got a camera."

Ochaco pulled the technical block out of her pocket, clicking a button as a small lens poked out. "It's better than a ton of cameras I've seen people use, but my scope can see farther and you can capture things much better."

"I guess."

"I guess it's just not living up to the hype." Ochaco put the phone away, stretching her arms out to let the metal glint in the sunlight bleeding through the trees. "I'm too spoiled with all the best tech right next to me."

Slightly thrown off by the compliment, he composed himself enough to reply. "T-thanks."

Before he knew it, Ochaco reached out with her hand to grab his. He let her, his nerves firing as hot as possible as she rolled her fingers around the circle of energy in his palm. "How are you feeling?"

A lot, he was feeling all the things. "O-ok."

"Really?" She leaned her head back, further into his lap to look up at his face.

Oh, she was talking about that.

"I don't know what to feel about it." Izuku dwelt on it, knowing his power could have a will of its own but thought it was always related to protecting an obeying. There was more to it, something that was dangerous.

This must be why he liked the woods so much, because the solitude brought peace.

"I don't know what I am." Saying it out loud with no real thought behind it, but someone was listening. Ochaco immediately got up, sliding herself onto her knees and wrapping her arms around him.

"I know. You're not a gun, you're not a weapon, you're not dangerous." Running her hands to the sides of his helmet, Ochaco stared deeply past his faceplate.

Izuku could feel her looking right at him, the real him, and he trusted her judgment.

She smiled lovingly, pressing her forehead against his. "You're my-"

"Ochaco/Uraraka!"

The two were interrupted, Shoto and Tenya both emerging from the treeline and swiftly coming over to them. Between Tenya's longer legs and his naturally swift pace, he was going to reach them sooner. Seeing this, Shoto decided to try and move faster without being obvious.

It was too obvious. His torso bobbed up and down as he took strides so long he was almost doing lunges. Tenya, seeing Shoto catching up, simply moved a little faster as he kept his eyes on Ochaco.

Shoto's eyebrows narrowed, and he decided to break out in a jog. As soon as he got within a foot of Tenya the boy easily switched to fast walking. It might have been odd but it was more natural looking than Shoto having to run to keep up with Tenya.

Ochaco finally found a use for her phone, recording these doofs competing with one another for….some reason. One cool thing she liked about her phone is that it could record three dimensional holograms.

She pulled away from Izuku, the boy sitting there with a mental blue screen.


"Good morning class." The blood hero marched in with a small stack of papers under his arm, going through the routines. "Welcome back from your internships, I've gotten reports from all of your heroes and we'll be doing follow up assignments. Of course, this all-"

He paused, making sure he was actually seeing what was sitting in his class.

Iron Man, in the short sleeved student shirt that was way threatening to tear and a tie knotted too short. Once one of the kids started to snicker to themselves, he was able to think again.

It was Midoriya, for the first time actually sitting at his desk.

"Right, anyways I've heard lots of good things. I'm happy that many of you are taking this class seriously. Yet, each of the heroes you worked with had something they saw you needed to improve right away. Now, they couldn't cover everything in just a few days. Luckily we have time. Not much longer but enough for you to correct before your finals. Which, by the way, are going to be in three weeks."

He could see the panic behind many of their eyes, luckily they kept quiet. Finally, they're starting to learn.

"So I hope you took notes while out there in the real world." He held the stack out to Kendo, who took charge of passing out the papers. "These are copies of the reports on your efforts. Study up, and make sure you've got a good handle of all your other courses because they'll be a written exam as well."

"Two finals?!" Kamakiri slammed his hands on his desk, before shutting up and lowering his head.

"Technically you'll have seven final exams. Six written for every subject, then an extra practical one for heroics."

A chorus of groans and whines made him nostalgic, understanding their displeasure but some part of him feeling satisfied in their reaction.

"If you don't want to feel three times worse than you do right now, you better make sure you've studied. Some of your teachers might not be thoughtful enough to give you study guides or do in class reviews over the content. So be sure look over past assignments and what they covered. Hopefully you didn't throw them away."

*Gk* A few flinches, they better have notes. Great, he would probably have to prepare some supplementary lessons. Once he saw that everyone had a slip on their desk, he made his way back to the door. "Take this time to start your planning, make notes of subjects you need to revisit, and please take these warnings seriously. If you don't, every test you have will come without warning."

After his message, he left the students to their own.

Which was a large mistake.

"MIBROIYA!" Tetsutetsu flew over to the armored boy, nearly slamming his head against the corner of the desk. "Dude! You were so MANLY at Hosu!"

"Hey hey." Tsuburaba leaned over. "How was it working with Mt Lady? Did you ever get to go to her place?"

"Seriously, out of all the questions to ask?" Kendo sighed, trying to focus on her paper.

"That's right." Neito agreed wholeheartedly. "The better question should be, what is up with the bling arms?"

Kendo enlarged her arm, slapping the boy against his own desk. With the summer close, everyone had switched over to the warmer seasonal uniform. Short sleeves, no jacket, Ochaco's arms on full display and because of that she did not go with gloves.

Still, right now she wanted to hide them away again. She accepted them, she wasn't sure if everyone else had.

"I was curious about that as well." Honenuki turned around towards Ochaco. "I saw photos of you and Midoriya at the mall, but you were wearing part of your hero costume so I thought it was an update."

"Hello." Neito's muffled voice came from under Kendo's enlarged hand.

Shiozaki gave up trying to focus, seeing a need to intervene. "Everyone, please. Let's focus on our work."

"Absolutely!" Tenya shot up, no longer able to hold back. "Vlad sensei has given us an incredible opportunity to prepare ourselves in incredible advance to achieve the best results we can for the finals! To dismiss his warning would be disgraceful and-"

"Shut up."Setsuna growled. "Just everybody shut up! I know for a fact that if some of us don't get our shit together now we'll flop this test."

"Amen." Manga just kept focusing on his paper, using a pen to underline some sections.

"But Uraraka." Tenya continued to many people's dismay. "I don't recommend wearing part of your hero costume indoors."

"It's not a costume." Ochaco kept her eyes low, trying to follow the advice of the teacher. "These are my arms now."

"But how?"

A pencil clattered against the ground, Kinoko staring at Ochaco in newfound horror. "Oh my All Might. The sports festival you..you were hurt but you seemed mostly fine and.."

"Wait." Tenya took another look at Ochaco's arms, the fact that the metal didn't seem to rest on her arms but actually were in place of her skin. With some moving components he saw under the porcelain like plates, he questioned how much flesh there was left. "So when you wore those gloves, you were hiding the process of the procedure."

"No." Ochaco corrected. "I've uh, had these for a few weeks now. Ever since I got released from the medical ward at Endeavor's agency."

"And you didn't tell me?"

A short high pitch whistle cut through the class, everyone seeing Snipe standing in the doorway. He was looking right at his personal student, raising a single finger to call her over.

Finding an exit, Ochaco took her leave and followed the man out. Even if she felt more nervous about his silence than the class's sudden attention to her.

Izuku watched her go, in the back of his mind keeping her location and basic awareness of those around her. Pulling out a notebook, Izuku decided to check up on everything that they had been covering in-

[Command Recognized and Confirmed]

[Searching Relevant Data….Files located]

Woah ok. Izuku saw his vision cloud with information automatically arranging itself before his eyes. He never really had the chance to make class notes, but he did his best to pay attention.

Guess it paid off, because each class had a folder, and in each folder he could see the subjects covered.

Dates, size, it was all at his demand.

If only his techno abilities were always this compliant.

Bondo took one last piece towards Izuku before whispering to his seat neighbor. "You think that's an odd sight too right?"

Manga lifted his head up from his work, slowly turning towards Bondo. "You're a walking glue stick, and I have a two dimensional head. You think Iron Man wearing a tie is weird?"

"Iron Man in school. I mean, the character is already a super genius. Don't really see him in the whole casual school setting."

"Watch Iron Man Armored Adventures. Really fun stuff if you look past the super outdated animation."

"...You have a copy?"


Wordlessly following the gun slinging hero, Ochaco carried herself with her shoulders relaxed. Now that she was thinking of her shoulders, her mind was attempting to sense where the flesh started and ended. The artificial stimulation made it harder to tell, the sleeve brushing up against the glimmering floral plate.

Snipe opened up one of the private lounge rooms, the unspoken order obeyed immediately. Ochaco glanced around, basic furniture and a coffee table in the center.

"Sit." His voice was rougher, colder than she was used to.

Once she sat in the furthest part of the couch from him, Snipe taking his time as he sat right across from her. Ochaco just patted her lap, glancing around the room as she avoided eye contact. He was absolutely still, staring right at her as she refused to acknowledge what he brought her in for.

Did he inspect the gun he gave her after the mission and find something broken? Was it the fact that she concealed carried in a mall? Nah, he couldn't know that…could he?

Anxiety getting the better of her, she decided to get it over with. "What's this all about?"

"You have somethin' on your mind?"

"I mean, just why I'm here really."

No movement, he just stared at her like some empty scarecrow. "Havin' nightmares?"

"No?"

"What about regrets?"

Ochaco tried to understand what she was here for. At first she wondered if it was some extra training or maybe even some pointers about the gun he gave her. But, Snipe was the one asking questions. There was something he wanted to know, but he wasn't being as direct as usual. "Is there, something I'm supposed to regret?"

"Yes."

Ah, cool. She was getting somewhere. Not sure where but somewhere and for some reason Snipe wants her to regret something. "And what would that thing be?"

"It ain't comin' to mind is it?" Snipe sagged in his seat, an invisible weight bearing down on him.

"What?" Ochaco pressured, more confused by the minute.

The hero tugged at the edge of his mask, trying to find a way to get more comfortable. "You've gotten good, hell you're a full on natural. If I didn't know any better I would say you were built for this."

Holding out her hands, she was starting to become agitated by him square dancing around the subject. "Built for what?"

"Killin'" Snipe decided to skip the dance and get right down to the showdown. "I never expected you to last trainin' with a gun, I thought it was a way to help take your mind off the sudden changes. I was wrong, happy about it. I got to share some of my skills with someone who could put them to better use."

The lenses on the gas mask shimmered, Ochaco wondering if she was imaging the eyes, those tired eyes looking at her. "I really, really don't want to be wrong about ya a second time."

"Wait." Ochaco tried to wrap her head around. "Are you saying, that I shouldn't have killed Stain?"

"That's not what I'm saying." He immediately shook his head. "I saw the camera footage from those drones, you gave him chances but the man was dangerous. Even with thousands of volts makin' him shake in his boots."

"Then what? What are you saying?" The girl pleaded, a sliver of distress climbing over her horizon.

"You've killed." Snipe pointed out. "And you're fine with that."

"It's not like I had other options!"

The hero shook his head, wondering how he was gonna get a lasso around her thoughts. "I'm not saying that killin' a murderous physchopath is gonna keep folks up at night."

"Then what?!"

"People should feel bad about killin' another person!" Snipe got up, slamming his boot on the table and looming over her. "I tell ya what happens when one doesn't wink about removin' a soul from the world. When those up high see they got another problem remover they find a way to use em. They make ya do things that a man shouldn't ever dare think on. Ya keep tellin' yourself it's for the best, and it's easy because ya don't feel any guilt about it. Eventually, you realize that if you tell others about ya work they'd be lookin' at ya like you was the devil himself. You won't be a hero, you'd be the boogey man lurkin' in your own nightmare."

He made his statement, put his foot down, so if she listens maybe he won't have to wrang her in like a calf.

"What is that even supposed to mean?!" Ochaco got up, storming over to the door. "Look, if you don't want me killing people maybe you shouldn't have taught me how to use a gun!"

*SLAM*

The door was broken out of the frame, Ochaco holding it by the handle and trying to find a place to put it. Eventually, after stepping in to the hall she tried placing it back. It kept falling over, the girl placing it back until she was able to step away slowly.


*clink*

"So that's what happened." The gravity defier shoved another mouthful of food into her mouth, angrily chewing it away. "I'm kind of surprised you didn't listen in. I mean, I wouldn't mind."

Izuku sat across from her, no food before him but just a few notebooks. They were the first to be able to get their food, other students starting to fill the empty tables.

"It seemed like Snipe wanted to talk with you privately, so I didn't listen in."

She smiled at his simple kind gesture. "You're too nice. But what do you think he meant?"

"Hm." The boy tapped his pencil against the half filled paper. "Some parts I think, but how accurate do you think your memory is of what he said?"

"I don't think I even remember half of the words." Ochaco slumped her head, her bangs almost touching the tray. "I need a cowboy translator."

"Hey you two." Itsuka came over, Neito following loosely behind. "Is it alright if we sit with you?"

"Sure." Ochaco patted the seat next to her, her hands clanging against the plastic of the seat.

After a brief minute of silence Itsuka stopped eating, glaring up at Neito. It took him even longer to notice, his food hovering in front of his mouth as he stared. "What?"

With Itsuke giving a pointed look towards Ochaco, Neito just kept looking between the two of them. "What?"

"Say you're sorry." She harshly whispered through gritted teeth, not being as subtle as she would have hoped.

"For what?" Ochaco asked, just as confused as Neito.

Giving up, Itsuka placed her eating utensils down. "It's your arms, he brought it up to the whole class and made you uncomfortable."

"Well sorry." Neito rolled his eyes. "It's not like we were ever informed by anyone that you were seriously hurt."

"Hi." Kinoko approached, holding up her own food. "Is it alright if I join you guys?"

"Of course." Izuku watched her take a seat next to him, the girl immediately taking interest in his notes.

Even with the new addition, Itsuka wouldn't allow Neito to find a way to not apologize. "You might not have known sure, but you still brought it up in a public setting and upset her."

"Does she look upset to you?" Neito pointed over at Ochaco, who seemed to be a spectator in a conversation about herself.

"Yes, she's uncomfortable." Itsuka 'defended' the girl. "How would you feel if I brought up your personal information in front of the class?"

"They already know." Neito argued, sneaking a quick bite before continuing. "Besides, it's not like Uraraka got hers from becoming a rampaging robot."

"She was nearly killed on live television." Itsuka shot back, Ochaco slowly placed a hand on Itsuka's shoulder to remind the girl the subject in mention was right next to her.

"Hey." Ochaco interrupted their spat. "While I wasn't sure how to feel about my situation at first, I've accepted it. These arms aren't my original ones, but they're mine. I just, don't know how everyone else is going to feel about them."

"What do you mean?" Tenya spoke from behind, everyone just noticing him. "My apologies, I didn't want to rudely interrupt your conversation to ask if I could sit with you all."

"Go ahead." Ochaco waved him towards the empty section by her side. "Well, what if the others feel I'm cheating in class? My arms aren't just normal prosthetics, they're strong, fast, improve my quirk, generate plasma waves, and a bunch of stuff."

Itsuka put her hand to her chin in thought, understanding her worries. "Yeah, I guess others could see it as an advantage."

"It's not like you chose it." Neito shrugged before pointing between Izuku and himself. "Neither of us did."

"That is true." Tenya added. "No one can truly blame your situation. I hate to think of it, but if I lost my legs in an accident, I would want only the best replacements to make up for losing a part of myself."

"Yeah." Itsuka chimed. "Besides, I can't imagine anyone in our class thinking anything harshly against you just for that. If anything, they might say you being personally trained by Snipe isn't fair. But most of us have had personal trainers, or gone to hero prep gyms after school to get into UA."

"No one can blame you for doing your best in the circumstances." Shoto suddenly voiced, having joined their table without announcement.

While they continued to chat, Izuku made sure to keep an ear open as he continued his work.

"What are you working on?" Kinoko asked, nibbling on her piece of fish.

"Making a set of notes on everything we've covered in class." Izuku held up one of the notebooks. "Even if I have it all in my head, it still feels good to actually see that I understand it on paper."

"Wow, and this is all since school started?" Kinoko read one of the other opened ones, smiling as she saw the messy handwriting inside instead of a computer generated text.

"Yep, I just started today so I've got a lot to do."

"Today? You mean, you're going to put in all that effort just to double check?"

"I think it could also help Ochaco. She did miss a couple weeks worth of classwork and while she's done lots of make up assignments she was rushing herself. If you want you can also look over them."

"Thanks!" Turning over one of the pages, she saw just how packed it was. Everynow and then, there would be some helpful doodle of a hero pointing something out or using a move on something of focus. It was rather cute. "You really love heroes don't you?"

"Yeah, so many of them are really cool."

Kinoko propped her head along her palm, just staring up at the armored teen. Izuku was so many things, and he practically wore it on his sleeve. Here he was, immovable and ready to jump into the front lines but wearing the school uniform and writing some notes for classmates. Oh how she wished she was the one pinned down during the entrance exam.

"Hey." Kinoko sat up straight, fiddling with her hands as she had trouble looking at him now. "Now that you're smaller, maybe we could fix up your room? You could have a bed, maybe a big chair that could fit two, a small tv on the wall to watch some movies or play some games. I could get you some small pots to place on the other side of the screen door and we could plant some of the stuff if you want."

Izuku glanced down to his notebooks, his hands floating over some of the covers. He could remember having shelves of notebooks, dedicated areas for hero merch he would gaze up to for inspiration, and a bed.

When was the last time he actually lied down?

"Yeah." The luminescent green orbs looked down gently towards the mushroom girl. "Yeah I'd like that."

"URARAKA!" Tetsutetsu slammed his elbow on the table, hand up and skin turning to steel. "LET'S ARM WRESTLE! RIGHT NOW!"

An explosion of voices tried to sway or encourage Tetsutetsu. The boy didn't care for them, only staring at his competition.

"Sure." Ochaco happily placed her arm up, clasping Tetsutetsu's challenge.

"Perhaps this is a bad time." Momo's voice interrupted, Ochaco giving a knowing smirk towards her friend.

"Don't worry, this will be quick." Returning to Tetsutetsu, she began tightening her grip.

"Ready?" The boy glared with his massive eyebrows.

"You first." Ochaco dared, the boy giving a fierce sharp tooth grin in return.

"Three, two, one, go!" He surged, straining as he tried to put as much force as he could. Ochaco didn't move, not even budging. Then, as if he was as light as a feather pushed him down.

His entire body moving with his arm, and staying in the air.

"You used your quirk!" The steel boy shouted in betrayal.

"You used yours." Ochaco argued back simply, Tetsutetsu unable to come up with a better argument. Giving him back his weight, Ochaco spun around to look at Momo. "What's up?"

"Well, some of my classmates were discussing having a study group to review over some of our materials for the finals. While our generals are taught by the same teachers we should be able to have the same notes. For our hero course classes though, I imagine that our teachers would have had different approaches. If we share what we learned between one another, we could stand a better chance at whatever they decide to test us on for heroics"

"Oh, about that." Itsuka joined in, turning herself around. "I talked to some upperclassmen, and apparently for the finals it's just fighting robots."

The two deadly marksmen were appreciative of Itsuka's initiative, even if it got information that didn't line up.

"You believe this?" Momo attempt at kindness was not recognized.

"I believe her." Ochaco vouched. "But there's no way it will be that simple."

"Perhaps we could gather our own intel?"

"First one to get verified data wins?"

"Wins what?"

"Bragging rights."

"Deal." The two shook on it, Momo going back to her table of One A friends while Ochcao was hyping herself up.


Studying and Final exams, next chapter.

Now with a tv tropes thanks to Arakiisjogenius

Spotify Playlist I listen to while writing this: Cyberfunk by BLACKOUT

Any questions, comments, or jokes are welcomed. As long as they're funny.

Harleking31: Izuku did always have the ability to summon a notebook out of nowhere. Speaking of clothes, I didn't read your comment until I already wrote this chapter. Cosmic fate.

Night lock117: She was afraid she was going ot have to try and kill Ochaco, if so ordered. Luckily it wasn't.

Planar-Walking-Entertainment: Not exactly. On the television we saw a young All for One, and we've seen Izuku accidentally share memories before.

AnimeFan13579 : Again, these mechs they keep appearing as are just cosmetics. They're real abilities are not determined by the mechas they look like. So, if they were to combine into a power ranger mech they would have the same power as if they turned into a Gurren Lagann mech.

Animeguy1101: Honestly, I prefer that kind of cut. I think it would have been awesome to see Izuku get an idea on how to use his power from Gran Torino, and then later during the Stain fight he jumps in full cowling and saves Ida.

Izuku could get slightly smaller, just about his normal size with about an inch and a half of armor around himself.