"How has Nomu come along?" A deep and commanding, yet tired voice called out from a chair towards a figure that entered the darkroom from a door sliding open.
"Brilliantly, the boy's inventions are working wonders for them." The unsettlingly jovial voice of an old man responded, his steps echoing in the quiet that was only filled with the occasional beeps of the machines, "They are working wonders for you too,"
The figure chuckled deeply, looking down from his seat of a thousand needles, "To think he was to be of such benefit to me; I told you it was a collected thought to spare him a death."
"Yes, yes you did..." The doctor laughed to himself, having lost the unofficial bet and took a seat in front of a barrage of monitors, "Then what of the child you found? Is he to your liking?"
"Tomura?... He is... a needy one."
"I think you've spoiled him too much." The doctor swivelled on his chair and turned back to give him a sneering look through his bronze coloured goggles.
"Turn that recorder on, I wish to leave him a message,"
"What- now?" The doctor's question was not to be taken to heart as even he sighed as he turned back and began typing away at the keyboard, "You know what would really swell for me? You, actually thanking me for once for all the work I do for you."
"I do thank you," All for One insisted playfully, the tone in his voice almost lightening,
"Oh, is that right? I recall all those moments when you didn't..."
"Just get the connection through now, no need to get so worked up about it," A beep sounded and a small red light lit up with the silencing ring of a microphone echoed through the whirl of machines,
"Hush..." He bent forward slightly on his seat and took a moment to collect himself.
"Master?" A gravelly and unsettlingly empty voice called out from the other side.
"Tomura, is it safe to assume that your plan is finalised?"
"Yes, master, our nights have been spent sleepless, waiting for our date," The voice said with a sinister chuckle, "The fragile society they've built upon their precious heroes will crumble under its masterful works!"
"Good, good... I'm, very proud of you, Tomura..."
The unsavoury young man's breath doubled over from behind the recorder, and All for One smiled to himself, "When this is all over, when the dust settles; you will be at the centre of it all, I'll make sure of it. Just do what needs to be done, and we will celebrate together after."
The boy's delightedly rapid breathing was heard very clearly just before the connection cut off, leaving All for One and the doctor with themselves alone again.
"Like I said, I think you spoil him too much..." The doctor swivelled on his seat back towards the monitors and sighed.
All for One hummed to himself as well, resting his head on his chin while a sickening, and a seemingly unwarranted smile found its way on his face.
"Now, who would you say the MVP of that match was?" All Might turned to his students and matched around the control station.
The hero and villain teams had been taken back to them, and they were not taken up for the teacher's quizzes as they had giant earmuffs on their heads. A safety measure taken by the staff to ensure no further damage was suffered by their ears.
"I'd... I'd have to say it was Ururaka, All Might Sensei," Midoriya chirped up from his spot beside Omura, "She was the one who came up with the plan to locate the bomb at the start of the match and was the one who secured it to finish."
"An astute observation! Young Midoriya, but had Young Kirishima not take down both of Team C, Young Ururaka might not have made it through at all." All Might pointed out with a grin,
"How about Yaoyorozu? She made a valiant contribution." Omura spoke up, causing his class to look at him strangely, "Well, she may have taken a gamble with leaving Shoji with Kirishima..." he admitted while looking away.
"He's not even up for consideration..." Sero whispered to Denki, gesturing to Shoji which caused the Electrical student to release a snort through his nose.
"I suppose Young Yaoyorozu may have been able to take down Young Ururaka if she was given slightly more time, and did not shy away from using more forceful means of taking her opponents out..." All Might admitted, rubbing his chin while he looked to the ceiling,
"But with all this in consideration, I think it's best we give Young Ururaka the play of the match! Congratulations! But for real, you did well, all of you!"
He turned around with a swivel of his feet and matched over to them,
"Now! It is time for you to bring your best to the table! Team E and G, Follow your teacher!" He attempted to guide them onwards, but only three out of the four complied without incident,
Todoroki, the son of the No. 2 Hero took a moment to analyze the showings from the screens, taking in the layout of the building thoroughly before he joined his teammate,
"So... what's our plan?" A girl with short dark-purple hair turned around and took a seat on a drum barrel, releasing a breath of nervousness mixed with excitement for the coming conflict.
They were in a room by the side of the building on the fourth floor, whose walls had only a single spot of entry from the double doors if they didn't count the windows.
"The invisible girl, keep track of her and make sure to stay here in this room," Todoroki instructed with his back turned towards her, his front facing the windows where a blinding beam of light shined around his body. "I'll handle the hot-head, he'll try to fight me one-on-one."
"That's it, don't you think it sounds a bit too simple?" Jirou tilted her head slightly to the side, idly twirling with one of her jacks while she swayed her legs mack and forth.
"The angry one isn't a total team player, he'll venture out on his own and try to get off early with me."
The speakers in the building came alive after a brief static, and the voice of their teacher came out,
"Now, I want you to know." He began, they couldn't help but imagine his expression as being a bit uneased from his tone, "Even though this may be a combat class, make sure to pull your punches.! The goal is to learn how to fight villains, not necessary to beat up your classmates!"
"And, you think you can match him in a fight?"
"With that said!"
"There is one thing he doesn't know about me," he lifted his right hand and the air around it condensed into a visible air of cold gas, swirling gently without grazing his skin for even a moment, "I'm not a team player either."
"Begin!"
"Woah, that guy looks ready for a fight..." Sero commented with a rather nervous-sounding chuckle.
"Ah, theatricality..." Rei cleared his throat awkwardly while he folded his arms in front of him.
"Oh come on man, he looks really cool." Kirishima bumped him on his arms from beside him playfully, having slightly recovered from his previous match he wore large earmuffs to protect from whatever reaching sounds may damage his still-sensitive ears.
"No, no, I meant it as a good thing..." Rei finished almost playfully defensive before he turned his head to search around the room, "Where's Ururaka?"
"She's right over there," Kirishima pointed towards the back of the crowd and Rei whirled his head around. Seeing that the gravity girl was engaging in a conversation with Midoriya, holding her head with her own pair of slightly oversized earmuffs, "She got hit pretty bad, bad-er than me so... her's are bigger."
"Huh..." Omura turned around and walked towards the two, his metal boots leaving resounding metal thuds on the floor once more.
"-You did really good out there Ururaka-san!" Midoriya's fists were balled up and he looked really ecstatic about her team's victory.
"I think we just got lucky, Yaoyorozu was pretty tough, and so was Shoji I believe, even though I never fought him myself."
"Yeah, Shoji-san was giving Kirishima-Kun a really hard time, pinning him against the wall. He was only able to break free when he tired himself out!"
"Ehe he..." Ururaka nervously rubbed the back of her head, and thanked whoever was up there she didn't fight Shoji.
Midoriya continued muttering on about how the battle could have played out differently, but stopped suddenly when something caught his attention from the corner of his eye.
Omura was watching them, from about six feet away with a weird smile on his face.
"O- Omura-san...?" Midoriya asked first nervously while Ururaka turned towards him as well.
"You're not that rattled are you?" He walked up to them and bent down slightly, prompting Ururaka to pull off the muff on her right eye because he spoke a bit too softly for her to hear.
"You're not that rattled, are you?" He asked again, a smile forming a little from amusement.
"Oh no, not that bad! Momo-san's flash grenades were loud but they didn't really do much serious damage to me..." She smiled brightly to convey to him that he shouldn't be concerned more than he had to.
"The nurses just told me to be on the safe side, so you don't have to worry about anything Omura-san!" She gave him two bouyant thumbs up and bounced in place, giving him a bright and cheerful toothy smile.
Omura nodded and turned somewhere to the far ends of the room, where he saw Yaoyorozu sitting by herself with a fruit punch in hand.
"She took the loss a little hard..." Midoriya said sympathetically when he turned as well,
"Hmm... okay, I'll see if I can talk to her," Omura took a breath and made his way over to her.
"You two, don't get too familiar with each other before I get back." he teased with a smirky sounding voice as he walked away, which caused Midoriya and Ururaka to both yelp and make some space between themselves.
Omura smugly cracked up and turned his head forward towards Yaoyorozu, whose attention was caught by his loud steps before he even got to her.
She looked up towards him confused at first but immediately reasoned that he may have wanted to console her for her loss. So she sat upright and cleared her throat, taking a drink from her fruit punch.
Rei walked up to her and stood still for a moment looking down.
"So... you lost your match." He took a seat beside her, causing it to rock slightly from his weight, "I would say, I really didn't expect you'd lose."
Yaoyorozu stared blankly for a moment before she turned forward, looking towards the floor in deep contemplation, "I... I could have done better."
"But, it comes to us all miss Yaoyorozu... even the brightest." Rei turned to the girl who seemed unsure of what to say.
"You said you would have done better... how exactly?" he asked finally while one brow facing her tilted up.
"I... I don't-" she thought hard for a moment but released a breath soon after. Leaning back to rest her head on the wall behind her.
"Was there... was there anything you'd have done differently?"
"Hmm... I don't know," Rei leaned back as well, "But, maybe if I had Shoji engage with Ururaka, I could take down Kirishima just fine with that capture sling you made,"
Momo's eyes shot slightly more open, "... And, Shoji is strong, so there's little Ururaka can do if she gets tackled..." She muttered in realisation and brought up a hand to hold her head. She released a sound of what could be best described as regret.
Rei looked towards her as she held her head down, his mouth forming a flat line as he thought for a moment about what else to say,
"And maybe, I could have used cannons or missiles... You'd be surprised how hard a punch even a sub-sonic, ballistic can carry with its momentum."
"But, those things tend to be lethal," Yaoyorozu turned towards Omura almost apprehensively, taking in a small gasp.
"Well, I'm won't say use them here," Rei quickly waved away in reassurance, "But consider this; someone whose quirk is very similar to Kirishima's, who's also a very naughty individual to the public. You could probably take down easily by shooting a heavy metal weight really, really fast." He finished with a delightful laugh.
Yaoyorozu stared at him for a moment; a pause, then she laughed herself at the way Omura presented his solution to her.
"You sound like you have a very sombre way of solving your problems..." She said softly with a giggle,
"Not all the time, I do hope..." Rei shrugged in response, closing his eyes as he smiled serenely.
Some of their classmates heard them laughing and giggling at the back corner of the room for apparently no reason, causing the ones standing more towards the back to turn back curiously,
"Oh?" Ojiro sounded mildly surprised when he caught the sight.
"Ah, young love," Aoyama, being more expressive than the others as always had a face that held amusement, and he bent slightly towards the tail boy beside him, "Tis' beautiful..."
"Romance... You can call me an expert on the subject! I am French..." His pride-filled declaration of nationality didn't really come as a surprise to most of them, as they had already known him to be french.
Most of them just looked at him strangely from a good distance away.
"So, uh... what's our plan...?" Hagakure nervously asked her teammate, fidgeting in place while she looked at the building in front of them up and down.
"Find the bomb, don't get in the way," Bakugou took his hands out of his pockets and unleashed a small barrage of little explosions behind him, leaving him to literally start this match off with a bang.
"Uh-huh, anything else?" Hagakure asked for more, taking her hands off from covering her ears after Bakugou's start.
"If you don't manage to find the bomb, I'll beat you up. If you lose to them or get captured, I will kill you."
With no more word said further, he marched on into the fairly dark lobby of the building's first floor, leaving Hagakure to make do with what she had to find the bomb. And what she had was nothing but only herself and her intuition to guide her,
Starting with the building, the first floor's front walls were made from tempered glass with aluminium frames while the rest of the other sides were made of grey concrete. The bomb was probably located on one of the floors above, which would mean she would have to scout through all of them.
Releasing a breath of frustration, and silently cursing Fate that she had ended up with the bomber, she ran inside after him as well, taking off the shoes and gloves of her hero suit, so that she may remain undetected for as long as she could manage.
"I told you he's not a team player," Denki said to Ojiro in the back, chuckling after he won a bet he had made with him,
The class looked at the screen that showed the son of the No. 2 Hero. Todoroki was walking down the stairwell to the first floor on his own, leaving behind Jirou to guard the bomb by herself,
"Well, he isn't either," Kirishima pointed towards the screen that showed the resident hot-head on his own as well walking through the hallway, "Both of them aren't..."
"Hold on now, young Hagakure could be with him, and we just may not be able to see her," All Might reasoned, doing his very best to hide the internal pain of seeing someone neglect their teammates to such a degree.
His attention shifted towards the boy walking down the stairs, and his eyes softened slightly, "What have you done to him Enji..." He whispered under his breath,
"Hey, hey you loser... Are you gonna hide all day, or are you going to fight?!" Bakugou walked around the halls with wide steps, emulating absolute confidence with his stride, "Come on! I'm right here!"
The room they were in was lined with many entrances, and hallways. Two walkways connected to where Bakugou was standing, and on one of them were two entrances to stairways leading to the floor above. The other hallway bore two doorways without doors, leading into empty rooms where only foldable ladders and 4x4 wooden beams were stored.
Behind him, there was another stairwell, this one seeming to be more compact than the other two that spiralled sharply upwards with metal railings. Whoever had designed this building, had an obscene obsession with stairways it seemed.
He positioned his hands in front of him and held them like claws, palms facing upwards.
He detonated strings of small explosions consecutively, not too dissimilar to a couple of firecrackers that were just about loud enough to rattle the building's walls. This gesture was assumed by almost everyone watching to be a show of challenge.
Hagakure was whimpering behind him, hodling her ears in discomfort as the bangs echoed through the walls.
He turned back towards her, not stopping at his pace, "Are you an idiot? Go! There are stairs right there!" he barked out, teeth firmly gritted together,
Hagakure looked to where he guided her head and saw the stairwell.
Making a run towards it, her bare feet tapped across the concrete floor whose sounds were drowned out with Bakugou's explosions,
"Hngh... oh my god- What is that sound?" Jirou shook her head, occasionally releasing a pained grunt as one of her jacks was connected to the building's walls.
She had been trying to listen to Hagakure's movements, trying to keep track of her as Todoroki told her to, but when she tried to listen to her steps she was only greeted with unpleasant noises of ear-ringing bangs and explosions running through the building.
"Wait a minute, is this...?"
Her eyes bulged out slightly when she realised this may have been part of their opposing team's plan,
"Come out half-n-half, I'm not going anywhere..." Bakugou pranced around the lobby, still letting loose those echoing bangs, "Come on, you and me, right here!" He seemed like he was trying to be as loud as he possibly could, his voice somehow being sometimes more audible than his explosions,
Hagakure, for her part, reached the stairs and grabbed onto the railing with her left hand, "Alright then, good luck on you're... huh-!?"
The air suddenly became cold, and her warm breath condensed into steam from her mouth. The railing she was holding onto became chilling, and her naked body was met with a sharp sting from it.
She released a yelp, to which Bakugou looked back and saw her hand welded to the metal rails,
"There you are you bastard!" he turned around and aimed down his hands towards the entrance to the stairway, but a violent and strong breeze hit his back and he was knocked forwards slightly, staggered.
The breeze was cold and dry, leaving him with an unfavourable feeling of relief. He had to be under pressure and warmed-up so he could sweat in larger amounts, but the cold and dry air; while it may have been pleasing to most others, Bakugou was furious for it took away his rythm.
"Oi oi! You want to play it like that, huh!?" he jerked his body around, and ignited a collective from his right hand, inciting a ringing explosion to light up the dark corners of the building's first floor,
His hand trailed through the dark smoke left from the wake of the explosion, and the heat released from the fires did well to place the temperature of the room back up.
He waited on guard, listening for any noise to advance from behind the smoke. With no threat in sight, he looked back towards the spiralling staircase and his expression darkened,
"What are you still doing here? Get the fuck up there!"
"I'm doing my best!" She finally barked back out of frustration,
"Well, do better damnit!" His attention was brought back when he heard a whirl coming from both the entrance to the stairways. Where ever the ice bastard was, he was somewhere on the floor above, close to the stairs. If he could just make his way up, it might be game over for him,
But distracting him was worth nothing if it meant the invisible girl was going to be stuck here the whole game,
Two blunt constructs of ice formed out from the stairways and headed towards him. One aimed at his head, while the closer one reached for his midsection.
He released a blast from his right hand, swiping outwards away from his body. It destroying the closer construct, leaving a wall of black smoke again.
From the smoke emerged the second blunt spear of ice, screaming towards him shortly after. Taking evasive measures, he strafed his head right to dodge it.
Immediately reaching the place where his head was previously at, it halted without delaying for even a moment.
Bakugou grabbed onto the ice and pulled himself towards it with his left hand, while simultaneously bringing his right fist to punch it right beside the tip.
When his fist made contact with the ice, it shattered into a dozen pieces at the spot and his expression became slightly strained from the pain. This left him with a small chunk of ice on his left hand,
Using the momentum of his swing, he broke into a sprint towards the small stairway behind him. Where Hagakure was still trying to get her hand off the railing,
She struggled so much because whenever she tried to pull, her skin almost threatened to rip clean off her palms, and she was genuinely afraid of trying her luck with it.
"Move!" the voice of her teammate caused her to look behind her just as he blurred past,
He got up on a slightly more elevated spot from her and placed what seemed to be a chunk of ice onto the railing.
After a moment, his hand lit up, but this time it was not its usual harsh colour. This time, the light was soft and constant, instead of a burst, and the ice in his palm melted away into water.
The clear liquid flowed down the railing, and into her palms, seeping through the spaces between.
Soon after, she felt the link between her skin and the metal railing loosen, and she began tugging.
From behind the ice-y spots that dotted the entrances to the two stairways, another came forth and barrelled to their position,
She pulled once, and her hand felt freer. Twice and the skin started to feel a little bit better, before finally on the third pull, her hand came flying to her face and she smacked herself.
She yelpt when she saw it coming, but was immediately pulled out of the way of another small ice pillar but her teammate,
"Now get the fuck out of my sight, before I demolish you," the bomber growled out, pulling her aside towards the stairs behind them with his left hand, while he brought forth his right, again, he unleashed a concentrated blast that tore through the ice.
Hagakure fell to the stairs, and hit her right elbow on one of the steps. She grunted in pain as the nerves on her arm fired up wildly, and grabbed her arm before she began to rub it.
"Okay, this is getting old, either you're coming to me! Or I come to you!" Bakugou yelled out in anger, his attention now solely focused on the Ice-maker. Bringing inwards his grenade styled gauntlets to his body, he yelled furiously as he began running towards the stairs. All the while shouting loud and hateful profanities.
"More than anything, I actually want him to win now," Rei, commented from his seat beside the creationist, "His determination, it's kind of contagious."
"Perhaps he might consider dialling down his," Momo cleared her throat and looked to the side, "choice of language."
"Why would he? I like to imagine deviance as being good and unique, but in his case... well..." he cracked up and made a face, chuckling before he finished but the girl beside him caught his meaning,
After his laughter died down, Yaoyorozu looked to the screens that showed Hagakure picking herself up on the stairs, her invisible body's outlines being slightly visible with the steam Bakugou and Todoroki's attacks generated.
"Who do you think would win this one?"
"Hmm, I have no idea," Rei's answer was a bit offbeat, indicating a brief moment of thought,
"You know, I've been waiting a long time to get on with you," Bakugou marched up and swung his hands around his body, bringing them together in front of him, "You're dad's the No. 2 Hero, right? I wonder what would happen if I took you down a peg, let you tase some dirt!"
Oftentimes, Bakugou would wonder how his opponent knew where to attack. It was almost as if he had already memorized the exact layout of the building beforehand.
He fired off, unleashing another explosion that reduced another three-pronged attack and rattled the building slightly from his arms,
"So I'll say it! You don't mean anything to me!" He shouted out loudly, holding his arms to the side, almost welcoming a challenge, "You have to be kidding me! Your powers, they're all second rate if you're just using your ice! What are you, scared!? Can't handle a little heat?!"
He grinned when he came up with a way to maybe strike a never, "Let me guess, that scar of yours... You burned yourself with your own power didn't you? Well, you know what?! You damn well deserved it!"
His words rang through the suddenly silent hallway. The ice coming his way stopped dead in their tracks and the sounds of melted ice from the walls tripped loudly.
Then Bakugou felt something run up his back, a cold sensation when the settling cold air below his legs rushed, and blew quickly outwards the building's first floor,
He saw how the ice from the doorways expand upwards and around the walls, making frigid sounds as the air around them crystallised.
And then they expanded further, the air rushing around the building as a giant slab of ice built up towards Bakugou's spot,
"Heh..." He chuckled gravely with his mouth forming into a sinister grin,
He held out one arm and let through another explosion, dismantling this approaching ice into a million shards. Whisking away the steam by bringing his arms outwards, he bent down low into a stance, and grinned even further, the edges of his lips stretching to their limits.
"This is a joke- Gah-!"
Suddenly, a sharp sting erupted from his midsection, knocking out most of the air in his lungs. Whirling his head down to look, he saw that he had missed a single ice beam from his attack, and was promptly knocked for it.
He was hit with such a force that he was launched back a few feet, his jet black boots with orange soles dragged across the concrete floor, bringing him to a stop.
He didn't want to yelp, didn't want to so much as a grunt to release the pain he felt at that moment, too prideful to let show a moment of weakness. He knew his classmates would be watching his match with the half-n-half, he was the one who made sure they did.
So, in this crucial moment to elevate his status, he held in the pain and acted as nothing had happened,
"This is- that was the best you got?! My mother hits harder than you!" he held his hands forward again and tried to unleash another explosion, but a gale soon picked up on the first floor, indicating another strike from Todoroki.
His loose cargo trousers were uplifted, the wind blowing so hard it almost knocked him off balance.
All the loose dirt on the concrete, broken away from the walls and floor from his attacks rushed up as well, so instinctively he closed his eyes as the wind passed upwards.
In the small window of blindness, Bakugou felt as though his legs were stuck to the ground, as if his feet were buried after he stepped into a pool of ankle-high wet cement and waited for it to dry. It was cold too, stupid cold, and it was not just the floor, the air around him as well which almost made him shiver,
Not even a second must have passed after he closed his eyes, yet when he opened them, the entire room, the lobby and the narrow hallways were all covered in a frigid, cruel layer of ice.
"Oh, That's a tough spot to be in," Rei clicked his tongue a couple of times in a compelling sense of worry for the Bomber's fate. He and Yaoyotozy watched intently as they saw Todoroki begin descending on one of the stairways, after having spent most of the time crouching between the two entrances.
"Taking away his opponent's mobility before going in for the offensive," She stopped and turned towards Omura, "I never knew what his name was..."
"It was, Todoroki Shoto I think."
"Oh yes, I remember," She said with a laugh, almost embarrassed with herself, "He was the other recommended student that was assigned to 1-A along with me... He's the son of the top Number Two Hero, correct?"
Omura nodded in confirmation, "I can't imagine the pressure that must put on him to thrive."
"With the way they are fighting, he seems to hold an advantage in skill and training above Bakugou,"
"And Bakugou seemed to hold an advantage of will and raw talent," Rie added quickly, making rough summaries inside his head on how the battle might play out,
Bakugou, without a moment to even think, slammed his arms to the ground and shattered the relatively shallow layer of ice with an explosion, the pieces cracked and its shards were lifted into the air, reflecting light.
For the moment, Totoroki arrived out of the narrow space between the ice that covered the stairway entrance to the right.
His face was dry and cold, calculating. For when Bakugou appeared straining, he seemed barely out of breath. But there was a small glint to his eyes when he looked towards the bomber, perhaps the insult thrown towards him about his scar did something to enrage him a bit.
Bakugou glared upwards and saw his face vacant of emotion, or even signs that he was engaged, which made him angry. He whirled his hands around and slammed them to his front, palms clawed towards the ice and fire-wielding boy.
But before he unleashed an explosion from his arms, a cold wave hit his front. Like being caught in a hurricane, he was flung back. The gale had been condensed vapour slamming into his body, forcing his arms to face his back before immediately they froze in place.
Bakugou's eyes glared open widely in alarm as he was launched backwards, his boots failing to get a grip even though his legs didn't give out.
"What the-!?"
Now he was stuck in a humiliating position where his arms remained outstretched towards his back, frozen in place while he faced towards the Todoroki approaching slowly,
"Arrogance may not be a strictly explosive trait," He stopped and stood about eight feet away from him to keep some distance between them, "but I can say you do it better than most..." he said coldly, never stuttering on a single word.
Todoroki's implication that he was stronger than Bakugou didn't sit well with the bomber,
Bakugou stared back into those heterochromic eyes with a hateful glare. Here he was, talking about arrogance when he actually thought he could beat him in a fight.
"Oh yeah? You melt me out of this ice and I'll show you my confidence is well-demanded...!" Bakugou furiously growled back in response.
"I'm sure it is," Todoroki's response was agonizingly calm, unknowingly he paced up to the bomber slowly, "Where have you sent your teammate?" He asked while he looked around, inspecting the icy covers of the hallway carefully,
"I don't know, I never asked her. I didn't care-!" A sudden bang rang out as Bakugou's right arm became free,
Todoroki's eyes widened a bit as he jerked his head back, just in time to see Bakugou swing for his face. His arm's movement was wide and erratic, but it was meant just to open up Todoroki's defences,
Shoto parried with his left hand, forcing the bomber's arm upwards as another explosion erupted, covering the ceiling in a dark blanket from the smoke.
His body's affinity for extreme heat absorbed most of the damage he might have suffered, along with the resistance of his hero suit. But explosions were unlike the steady flames of a flame thrower or a house fire, it was forceful, and packed a ripping nature from the air they displaced.
His innards seemed to be jerked just as much as his skin was, and he fell slightly forward.
"But what I care about Is this!"
Another sharp bang and Bakugou's other arm came around, his fist already balled up. He hit the icy student right on the nose, whereby a crack could be heard as Todoroki's head was jerked back,
His body twisting, Shoto unleashed another wave of cold air to gain back some distance between them. He landed on his back, and rolled over to his feet into a crouch,
"What was that you said about arrogance?!" The bomber shouted angrily, stumbling to his feet with the light from outside the building shadowed his front as he faced his opponent,
Todoroki looked up with a bloody nose. In all honesty, he should have expected a counterattack immediately after his advance, but he didn't as he believed the bomber would have been more demoralized. He was full of spirit, the kind that kept on fighting maybe until every bone in his body was broken.
He needed to be more careful, so as he wiped away the two red trails coming from his left nostril he got up and stood tall. Lifting his right hand towards his opponent, this was a wordless gesture of challenge.
Bakugou grinned when he saw it, almost breaking into a fit of laughter when he got what he wanted from Todoroki. A one-on-one battle with perhaps one of the strongest in their class,
A battle in which he could prove how much better he was than him.
Hagakure ran through the hallways of the third floor in search of a stairway. She had just claimed the spiral staircase, and it only led up to this floor. And when she searched around the rooms, she saw no signs of activity, so she figured the bomb must have been on the floor above.
Now she ran around the dark corridors, actively searching for the stairway up she swore she remembered was on every corner of a wall she turned, she was lost.
She could hear the sounds of battle raging on the ground floor, of explosions and the sounds of water crystallizing into ice. The building shook with every blow, its walls ringing which told her much of how powerful both their teammates were.
As her mind wandered towards their opposing team, she thought of how much trouble she would encounter with Jirou.
She didn't know much about what her quirk was or how it worked, but she was sure it was somewhat powerful. Overhearing one of their conversations, she heard Denki compliment the girl about destroying a lot of bots during the entrance exam with minimal effort.
So going by that, the raw strength she seemed to possess intimidated the invisible girl. Her teammate was no help at all with the whole situation, practically threatening her to go on alone while he took on one of them, though if she was being honest, she would much rather face Jirou than that tall boy with the scary scar.
She breathed out a sigh of great relief, much as well with fatigue when she saw a stairway leading up to the fourth floor. Making her way quickly towards it, she could make out small stretches of ice coming around the ways leading up from the floor below, that white and red-haired boy's power was no joke.
But looking upwards, she gulped deeply, an ultimately futile gesture to calm her nerves. There was no going around it, if they were going to win this, she might have to endure a little bit of pain,
"Haaaaangh!" Bakugou cried as he swung his right arm around, twisting his body with the momentum. Another explosion that rattled the building erupted from his arms at the same time a barrage of icicles came his way, vaporizing them instantly.
During their battle, the blows they traded were all but equal, both in power and skill. But there was one problem for Bakugou which could mean the difference between victory and failure.
Todoroki wasn't getting any weaker.
Bakugou's forearms were screaming at him, shouting at him to just give up and rest. But his pride won't allow it to happen, he had something to prove to this prick, to the class, maybe even to All Might that he was no slouch,
The Entrance Exam was supposed to be his limelight. He had planned to be at the mountain top of all examinees, and by doing that, the hero world would be forced to give him his deserved attention.
But while he didn't do bad, not at all; he scored a total of 80 points which was one of the highest in years, quite an achievement. And this was all on his villain points alone, which would further illustrate how powerful he was in combat,
And while all this would have been so impressive, most of his efforts were completely invalidated by that Wonder Boy's monumental score of 296 in total. Beating the previous record-holder by more than 50 points, his score completely overshadowed his own, and that infuriated him so much.
Some were already predicting that Omura would rise to succeed All Might as the main peace-keeping figure, the Symbol of Peace.
Still, those idiots on the forums and internet debates had their purpose to him. Their cynical remarks and unsupportive comments filled him with the want to prove them wrong out of spite, a desire to show them that he was better than Omura, that he was better than anyone in this school.
So he was prepared to do anything, and if his arms broke on the way, so be it! Them breaking meant they were never up to the task, to begin with,
"Is that the best you can do!?" An explosion, bigger than any that came before rattled the building hard, and Todoroki on the other end could feel the heat.
It was a burst of hot air that rushed to him, and while it may be that the bomber wanted to burn him, it seemed he didn't know this was exactly what he wanted.
His body's temperature always stayed at an equilibrium during the fight, never going too cold or too hot as they traded blows. The cold from using his ice side, balanced out with the heat that came from Bakugou's attacks, enabling him to go on for as long as he wanted really.
"I misjudged him, he's a moron..." He said to himself as he required his footing, but despite all his talks of superiority over the bomber, that last explosion had caught him by surprise again.
Tilting his head slightly forward, he unleashed another ice attack from his right foot. The chunks formed across the floor, upon which a single blunt surface emerged. It rushed onwards as it detached from the floor, it sailed through the air as ice formed behind it, pushing it ever forward.
Bakugou from the other side unleashed another explosion, his strain could be heard from the spot where Todoroki stood.
Instantly, the ice construct was shattered into a thousand pieces while the vaporised spot on the front turned into steam, covering the walls in a layer of warm residue again.
Todoroki planned to let the bomber tire himself out. Both out of pride and spite, he theorised that Bakugou would be unable to hold back his advances, and would eventually reach the limit at which he could perform optimally.
Hagakure's bare feet tapped across the concrete hallway as she ran as fast as she could, completely unheard by Jirou in the bomb room who stood crouched to the floor, still trying and failing to hear the sounds of anything by the battle raging on the ground floor.
The explosions and quakes that rattled the building made it completely impossible to hear anything else, so she released a frustrated sigh and got up.
"You'll do fine... Jirou," she would tell herself, "You'll just have to use your other senses." She let out a chuckle as she looked around the empty room.
It was cold and damp, and dimly lit; the bomb was sitting on the far corner of the room under a shade made from the light coming in the windows.
Very uneventful minutes had passed while she wanted for their teacher, All Might, to announce that the angry blond had been neutralized.
She still couldn't believe that the Symbol of Peace was taking time to watch over them, instead of holding together a building somewhere, or something.
This whole setup with him was purely vanity in her mind, and sure, having him as their teacher was very cool. She just thought teaching them about hero work could be done by just about anybody.
But still, she supposed All Might did have the most experience when it came to physical confrontations with villains. He had been the face of Hero Society years before she had even been born.
In her mind, there was no hero alive who held more combat experience, and anyone who did would have to be just a senile old man given how old they would have to be.
From her seat on the empty metal drum barrels, she chuckled with her eyes closed as she imagined a hero complaining about his back, giggling to herself for a few moments before the laughter died down.
When she opened back her eyes, however, she was greeted with an odd sight.
A long stretch of red-tape, looking like it was strung into the air from two invisible points, inches away from her face.
The sound of breath hitching from a few inches further back and Jirou immediately knew who it was.
With a ditched effort to salvage her well-thought-out plan, Hagakure jumped for it, rushing towards her opponent with the hopes of wrapping around the red tape.
But before she could get anywhere near close, Jirou brought up her right leg and extended it, burying it deep into Hagakure's midsection.
But her ground wasn't stable as she sat on the metal barrels, and while Hagakure's advance was thwarted, she rolled over backwards onto her back, knocking out some of her breath.
She could hear barely held in grunts of discomfort coming from a few feet over, and while she may have been invisible, as Jirou turned her head down to look she could somewhat make out Hagakure's posture from the red tape.
She used her arms to swiftly turn over to her back.
"Hah! You almost had me there," Jirou complemented with an almost hysterical grin, the implications of how easily she might have been taken down making her quiver.
Noticing the felled tin barrel next to her feet, she kicked it hard, sending it sliding towards the invisible girl who was still taking a moment to catch her breath, panting wildly.
Hagakure had scouted out the entire two floors below and was quite exhausted, so she was very worn out by the time she found the bomb room and Jirou on the top floor.
When the drum hit her legs, she lost her footing and her feet buckled, falling to the floor almost without resistance.
She released a breathy grunt when she hit the concrete, landing on her arm she rolled over to her back. Looking back now, Hagakure regretted she skipped all those extra classes they put out at her public school, she could really use a strong body right about now.
Jirou used her arms as support, got up to her feet rather easily and looked to where Hagakure should have been. But upon looking up, she saw that the barrel she kicked towards her was coming back her way, almost hitting her own shin had she not reacted by stepping her left leg away.
Briefly staggered in place, Jirou heard the frantic footsteps of the invisible girl as she tried to make towards the bomb that was sitting in the corner of the room.
"You're not getting away that easily!" She shot forth one of her jacks towards where she guessed Hagakure might have been running. It sailed through the air without resistance and quickly, with a stroke of luck, it found its spot on her right ankle.
The sharp pain running through her back leg caused Hagakure to double over, but she could push through. The bomb was right there in her reach, all she needed to do was swipe it with her hand and they would win.
Then a pulsing sensation came from Jirou's earphone jack, echoing through her legs, her muscles tensed up in pain and she fell forward, again collapsing to the floor.
"Ahh!" She cried as her body went limp,
Jirou saw her fall, and immediately rushed in to secure her capture. But just as she made a step, there was a sudden change in the pressure of the atmosphere in the building.
Then the building shook violently, and both Jirou and Hagakure were thrown into the air for a brief moment,
"For all his faults, he really knows how to fight..." Yaoyorozu couldn't help but praise the bomber's aptitude for combat.
"I think he should watch out more, I'm not quite sure what Todoroki is playing at," Omura had seen numerous parts of the fight where Todoroki might have managed to win their fight, yet he seemed to have chosen to toy with him,
"He should have won by now," he added under his breath,
"So, it's settled then," Yaoyorozu guessed, turning to face Omura, "If Todoroki-san is toying with him, it must mean their team will win the match." She sneaked a glance at one of the monitors and say Hagakure fall to the floor once more.
"I won't call it yet," Omura stated a bit unsurely, causing Momo to pause for a moment, "Bakugou still hasn't used that thing of his," he lifted a finger and gestured towards the frag grenade-like gauntlets the bomber wore.
She turned back and saw how Bakugou seemed to be tiring, his eyes would occasionally shift to his arms and wrist while his face cringed. He was overexerting himself, and Omura should have known this, so why would he still not call for a victory favouring the side that was clearly winning.
Yaoyorozu then took the time to analyze the gauntlets Omura gestured towards, for what purpose could they serve that Bakugou pushed towards such designs,
The screen showed him get blasted back with wind from the steam flying to his face before Todoroki froze him in place, recreating the exact scene from before with only much, much more ice.
"You know, Midoriya once said that he secretes nitroglycerin like sweat which he ignites to make those explosions." Omura turned to her as she looked contemplative, "Those gauntlets absorb and contain those fluids, storing them for later use... or for one big-"
"One big attack..." Yaoyorozu's eyes widened with palpable unease, and she quickly turned her head towards the monitors with worry.
"Exactly," Omura cheered on, delighted that she was able to piece it together.
Even small droplets of his sweat could launch a softball 700 meters across an open field, what would 2 litres be able to do? Doing a quick rundown of how big an explosion a few droplets made, and multiplying that to the ratio of how much was inside those gauntlets, the final result scared her greatly.
With those things, Bakugou could have taken down an entire building on his own in one attack.
They would hear Midoriya's slightly frantic breath as he ran over to their teacher, who turned curiously when the boy arrived at his side.
Midoriya told something to the Symbol of Peace, which caused him great distress.
"Young Bakugou, I'd advise that you not retort to using your support gear while indoors!" All Might said into a mic after he pressed a button, watching intensely while a droplet of sweat trickled over his brow.
"Oh, and look at that," Omura pointed towards a big screen, and when Momo turned to look, what she saw made her dread what might come next would be the fire and ice user's last moments.
Bakugou's left hand became free as another small explosion ripped apart the giant ice restraint, his hand was balled into a fist which hit Todoroki as he put up a guard with his arms.
With another rippling explosion, his other arm became free as Bakugou's face contorted with a hysteric and maddening grin, almost like he was the happiest guy in the world for attacking Todoroki so suddenly.
As a hole opened in Todoroki's guard to look, Bakugou immediately slammed his other fist into it, staggering him evermore.
Reaching to the pin on his left gauntlet, he got ready to pull, and unleash the biggest explosion he had ever done, three feet away from Todoroki's face.
"Katsuki Bakugou! You shall not use-!" They heard their teacher yell out in barely controlled panic as soon as he himself pieced together the function of Bakugou's gauntlets, and when he found that the boy was planning to unleash it.
But despite his efforts, both of the boys on the screen couldn't really hear him very well, mostly due to Bakugou's loud yellings.
The class watched on with many different emotions, some sharing All Might's worry, while others watched on with mere interest, unsure of what to think of All Might's panic of Bakugou's collection sweat being ignited.
They saw both of them tense up their faces and bodies behind the screen, bringing both their arms together. Todoroki with his right hand in a swiping motion; and Bakugou with his left hand pointed towards the ice and fire user's head.
However, what they saw next scared the living out of Class 1-A, even the ones ultimately unsure of what was going on.
The camera in which they watched them fight, was immediately covered in bright lights and smoke the instant their attacks had met before they soon lost transition from the optical device, its screen turning into bleak static.
They saw their teacher tense up briefly before he immediately left the observation room as he saw Hagakure and Jirou being flung into the air on the top floor on one of the screens.
Only a few moments after, what remained of All Might's spot was an area of violently displaced air, and two feet shaped imprints on the ground he was standing on. The exit to the observatory was a metal door, which they also heard being swung open.
Class 1-A were all taken briefly with the gale All Might's speed left behind, even Omura who was in a heavy metal suit shifted in his seat.
Soon after they all stood in their place in stunned silence, they heard Mirodiya in the back, run along towards the exit as well, his face marred with a terrified expression.
As he left the door, he was soon joined by Ochaco and Iida, who both had a pretty good idea of what the Green haired boy was going to try to do.
Iida spared no time and ran after Midoriya, not to catch him or tell him to leave it to All Might, but to aid him. He had already once stood idle while someone was in danger, he would not do it again.
Yaoyorozu heard the boy beside her release an exasperated breath out of his own fear and concern.
"Would you like to come along?" Rei turned to ask the girl beside him with a somewhat forced smile, fiddling with his helmet on the seat beside him he got it ready to wear.
"I- um..." She tried to say something, but couldn't as she was so drowned with distress and disorientation. But somewhat snapped out of it enough to answer when she saw Kirishima ran after the group that had gone as well.
"Y-Yes... yes I'll come along." She tried to say as firmly as she could but her voice threatened to tremble, her heart pounded wildly in her chest as the implications of a fatal end coming to four of her classmates made her feel nauseous.
She smacked herself inwardly, finding herself revolting that she would act so irrational when lives were at stake.
Omura looked at how Momo's eyes would twitch and looked frantic, a face he was very familiar with.
"Oh, don't worry... I'm scared too." Omura reassured briefly before he placed his helmet on his head, the extended plates below the chin locking into place, covering his neck and joining with the rest of the metal on his collar.
"Dammit!" Bakugou yelled furiously at his arms, resulting in another sharp sting of pain from them, almost like they were mocking him for losing his temper.
He bit back the hateful remark he had for his own arms and focused on the task at hand.
Progress with the half-n-half bastard was going nowhere. No matter what he did to advance, no matter the power he just seemed to match it. What's worse, Bakugou could feel himself slip with every further attack.
His wrists were screaming at him to stop, to let them rest for just a bit. But the next volley of ice constructs coming his way always forced his hand to act, straining himself even further.
He tried his hand at another counter-attack, bringing his arms forwards he held his head down towards the ground and pushed onwards.
But for a moment his hands faltered, and there was no bang.
Bakugou looked up with wide eyes in disbelief, his hands were so exhausted that they felt numb, and all blood was drained. His hands denied him from the offensive measure, refusing to even go by his whims.
Even he felt as though if he attacked anyway, his arms would explode in a bloody fashion. But be glared widely and forced it anyway, and a sharp sting, unlike anything he had felt before barred through his body.
"Die! Agh! Damnit-!"
It was like having a lengthy line of barbed wire run down the inside of his spine.
Maybe it wasn't such a bright idea to fight him head-on, a little voice said to him inside his head. And despite his roaring pride, he was inclined to believe that when he saw his attack get nullified almost too casually by another volley of ice shards.
Should he use it now? His gauntlets have both been collecting his fluids ever since the start of the match, and they were practically filled brimming with it going by the lack of slushing sounds they made.
But their teacher had not called the match yet, meaning that the idiot of an invisible girl was still unable to secure the bomb. But he hadn't notified for her capture either, which meant they were still fighting or Hagakure simply hadn't found the bomb yet.
He panted heavily, bent over forward using his elbows placed on his knees for support. Bearing through the thick, foggy layer of residue that covered his sights away from the fire and ice user in the hallway, he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Who knows what he might have been planning from behind that smokescreen. With a yell and even further pain, he shot forth a concentrated blast into the mist, dispelling it and revealing his sights to Todoroki just before another reaction occurred, and the hall was enclosed in a thicker and bigger layer of vapour.
Bakugou could feel the edges of his mouth give way as a considerable amount of the steam entered his lungs, knocking him back and making his stance unstable just for a moment, yet that small moment was all Todoroki needed to capitalise.
In a flash, the hundreds of gallons of water vapour they had collected inside the building from the atmosphere condensed and bonded into one another in crystalline formations, formations forming ice, snow and dropping the temperature to freezing cold.
The air rushed towards Bakugou again, taking him off his feet briefly before the steam behind him flash froze him in place.
Bakugou could feel the heat in his body leave him as he was presented once more to the seeming mercy of Todoroki.
Hands frozen pointing straight behind him, and legs welded to the ground, it seemed there was no escape for the Bomber this time.
As Bakugou struggled to get out of his pinch, he could hear Todoroki's steady steps towards him sounding through the hallways.
"I shall commend you... you at least put up a fight..." his pace was slow and calculating, despite knowing that Bakugou couldn't really do much at the time.
"But ultimately, I came out on top." he could see his face slightly tilted to the side loosely with his eyes being cold and cynical, "I trained much harder than you, so I'm reaping my rewards."
He arrived, standing a few feet away from Bakugou's spot,
"I wouldn't expect you to understand, being born with a powerful quirk... You think you can just control the world however you like, don't you?" He looked to the side and his eyes tensed up in silent rage, "I once knew a man who was the same..."
"You really remind me of him..." He looked down to the ground, and the light coming in from the outside shadowed his eyes, "And the fact that you, remind me of him so much..."
The air around his right arm became cold, the water vapour still present in the air froze upon contact with his skin.
He approached the Bomber closer and the muscles in his wrist and fist tensed up when he looked into Bakugou's crimson red eyes, imagining the eyes of another in his place.
"It makes me angry..." He finished coldly and got ready to hit him in the face.
Bakugou sat there in his back while the half-n-half bastard began to monologue about how he reminded him of someone he hated.
But when he stood over him, for a moment, 'defeat' came to Bakugou's mind and he sat there in stunned silence for a moment.
"Like hell..." his emotions were soon dominated by rage, and while it still hurt him in the arm greatly, he unleashed another explosion on his right hand just as Todoroki's fist struck the side of his face.
"Why don't you-!" his other fist became free with another bang just as his left hand forced Todoroki on the defensive, "Just Shut Up!"
With his right hand free, he aimed his left gauntlet and he prepared to unleash perhaps the biggest explosion of his life up until that point.
Todoroki saw this and used all his will to conjure up a barrier of ice instinctively.
A flick of a switch and blazing fire met crackling ice, turning into steam in an instant, displacing the air and launching them both away violently backwards.
Bakugou fell through the ice behind him, lifted slightly into the air by them as their surfaces were turned to water. Sliding from the rudimentary ramp, he got launched through the aluminium frames in the glass walls of the ground floor.
Smashing through the tempered glass wall as well, the skin on his shoulders got sliced up as he flew out onto the streets. Soaring well above the first set of railings on the pedestrian path on the side of the road, his body traversed the air downwards and hit the metal railings on the other side head-first.
His landing caved in the rails, hitting the back of his neck, and as he laid there on his back; his arms, legs and body jerked oddly at unnatural intervals like he was spasming.
A gape tore open at the back of his head, at about the location his neck started. Blood gushed out from the wound and bathed his backside in a glaze of its crimson fluids.
He began to lose his sight as his head fell limp, turning to his right side as he looked towards the Battle Ground's entrance, the approaching figure of the Number one Hero being the last thing he saw before his vision tirned black.
"Chiyo-Sama! Get me no less than six rescue bots to Battle Ground Beta, and prepare the infirmary for potential occupants!" All Might held a device to his mouth as his body sailed across the metal hallway that led into the combat facility, his feet just shy of touching the ground as he practically flew across.
"Toshinori? What was that loud bang I just heard?" The voice of an old woman asked from behind the other end, having already sent out the order for medical aid, she took the empty time to make conversation to maybe calm All Might's livid arms.
"You haven't got one of the students to blow themselves up, have you?" But she couldn't help herself to not reprimand or tease him.
For all she knew, something went horribly wrong with the Combat Class, which meant he would have been very distressed.
"That's what I fear..." A beeping sound and he put the device away somewhere inside his suit. Making out of the entrance to sunlight, he saw young Bakugou laying there on the sidewalk unmoving across from the building that stood tilted to one side.
The concrete supports on the first floor were completely obliterated on the south side of the building.
Grinding his boots on the asphalt road, he halted just beside his unconscious body. Kneeling beside him, he gently tried to place a hand under his legs and the back of his head, and felt moisture as he reached behind.
"Damnit..." He cursed as his frown grew deep, not bring his hands back he carried the boy over to the middle of the street and heard a noise coming from the entrance to the grounds.
He looked up to the sound of a single set of footsteps to see young Midoriya frantically make his way out into the sun.
He looked on for a moment in silence before a sense of pride welled in him,
'Never not a hero, is he...?' Toshinori said in thought as he laid Bakugou on the road just as Midoriya arrived right beside him, using his cape as a make-shift folded pillow, the cloth provided Bakugou's head with at least a comfort away from the rough ground.
"All Might! I-Is there... anything I can do...?" He noticed the pool of blood on one of All Might's hands, the hand that held Bakugou's head.
"Young Bakugou has hit his head, use a cloth to put pressure on the wound young Midoriya. I must look for the others!" Swiftly he got up, and already making a guess of young Todoroki's location from Bakugou's flight trajectory, made his way over to the other side of the felled building.
He soared through the air, bounding at least 50m into the air and landed on the other side, where he found the boy laying on the streets on top of a wooden door.
He wasn't fully unconscious like Bakugou had been, stirring in his place atop the wooden door.
Looking to the building, he saw a frame with the door missing and looked back to release a breath of relief.
Todoroki had slammed against the door so hard that he ripped it off from its hinges, and as a result, had been relatively shielded from grinding his skin against the dark asphalt road.
As such, the boy suffered only mild bruises and a cut over his right shoulder; possibly from his impact with the door.
However, outside he might have looked fine, but All Might had no idea if he suffered any broken bones.
Approaching the unconscious young Todoroki, he patted him up and down as gently as he could. All Might had been doing hero work for a long time, such a long time that he could feel broken bones by simply focusing on the vibrations that ran through.
Releasing a breath of relief again, he took the boy into his arms and leapt back over to the other side.
As he soared over the tiled building, he saw that a few more of his students had arrived at the scene which included Iida, Ochaco, Kirishima, Omura and Yaoyorozu.
The students all looked up towards the sky as his shadow came over them.
"Sir All Might, I think we need to rush them to the infirmary as quickly as we can... he's hit pretty hard." Kirishima got up from his crouch beside the bomber.
It seemed that in the time he was away, Yaoyorozu had already made a cloth bandage and wrapped it around Bakugou's head, fastened to his forehead.
'Good, that should stop the bleeding,' All Might nodded and placed Todoroki's half-conscious body beside them. "You have done well, students! But the rescue bots will arrive shortly. Yaoyorozu, please douse their bruises with an antiseptic, and cover it with a soft fabric," he straightened his back and jumped again, this time to the north side of the fallen building, the side that was tilted at an angle towards the sky.
"I shall be right back!" He called out to them right before they heard what sounded like a hard landing.
"This is worse than I thought..." Rei's resonating voice muttered from behind his helmet, "But to be optimistic, they weren't vaporised instantly." He added lightly with a giggle,
"That should do it," Yaoyorozu released a breath as she retracted the bottle of spirit and closed the cap, "Now you just need to wrap the fabric around his shoulders and under his arms."
"Right..." Uraraka immediately got to work, assisted by Midoriya who held Todoroki's shirtless body up.
"What was he thinking... unloading such an attack indoors..." Iida huffed in frustration from behind his own helmet,
"Hey, never underestimate a man's pride." Kirishima chuckled as he turned back to the two boys laying on the street, "It can make us do crazy things, dude..."
"That is true..." Rei shifted his head towards Iida and shrugged,
From the corner of his eye, he could see Yaoyorozu lightly tap Bakugou's back with her knuckles, in search of bones that may have been broken.
"Yaoyorozu, can you make two small sets of copper, zinc and aluminium?"
"Hmm?" She looked up and tilted her head to the side at the odd request, "What do you have in mind?"
"I'm planning it to make a communications earpiece."
"Oh?" She blinked a couple of times at first, but nodded and sat straight as she held her hand in front of her, palm facing the sky.
The others watched on curiously as well, wondering what Omura needed from such a device.
"What do you need an earpiece for?" Kirishima asked as he watched Yaoyorozu create those pieces from her palm.
"I will be making it for the two of them to converse with one another." He elaborated as he gestured to the Tenya and the gravity girl. "And Iida, Uraraka, be ready for my signal."
"Huh? Ah, right!" Iida immediately nodded and began to follow Omura's lead, while Ururaka looked up towards him still a bit lost.
"As soon as I make the earpiece, both of you put it on and work together." He looked towards the bodies, "Uraraka, you will float their bodies up and keep them staying in the air."
He pointed to the spot between them and turned to Iida beside him, "Then Iida, you push them all the way to the infirmary. It won't be too tiring will it?"
"Uh, no! Of course not!" Iida responded passionately, and stiffly marched into position, "It will not tire me the least!"
"What about the rescue bots, Omura-san?" Midoriya asked after he laid Todoroki back down on the ground.
"They may take too long. Sir All Might called them all so suddenly, and they were pretty slow last I saw them back in the Entrance Exam." He frowned as he looked back on the memory,
"Here you go," He heard Yaoyorozu offer the finished materials, holding them up to him in her palm.
"How about yours? I heard you made Field Drones that could fly during the Exam." Midoriya asked further, which caused everyone present to turn to face him curiously.
"That's... huh..." Omura looked around immediately but only saw that the materials available to him were pure metals from the traffic poles and street railings, "Unfavourable for lack of a power source. Even if I made them, I can't power them here."
With small trickles of electricity coming from his palms, the two earpieces were assembled in his hand.
Immediately after he tossed one over to Iida, and handed Ochaco the other.
"What?" Kirishima scratched his head confusingly, "Isn't this the same ground as the exam? How did you even power your machines in the first place?"
"I used the batteries of the villain pointer robots I destroyed."
"Oh... huh..." Kirishima looked up in his moment of enlightenment, "That makes much more sense, and smart too..." he finished with a chuckle that left a little impression.
"Now, Uraraka..." Omura turned towards the gravity girl, who stood between the two bodies.
"Yosh!" She touched both their bodies first and joined her hands together to focus. The bodies floated into the air with their heads pointing towards the entrance,
"Here we go," Iida grabbed onto their belts and started accelerating towards the metal hall that led back to the school.
"Be careful with their bodies!" Omura nodded as he passed him, "And signal Uraraka when you arrive!" his suit amplified as he called out further,
"... I hope they will be okay," Midoriya mumbled out, "There's Recovery Girl waiting for them, so they will be okay." He nodded to himself in reassurance.
"Are you alright in there?!" All Might called from behind the door on the wall tilted upwards,
"We're fine!" He heard Jirou's voice call back, quite a good distance away, "Can you get us out?!"
"Yes, I can! Get ready, I'm gonna break through this door!" All Might reared back his fist and brought it down, sending the door flying inside with no effort, "Where are you?" He called out,
"We're in the room, the door to your right!" Jirou's voice came from the bomb room, and All Might could masterfully navigate the tilted terrain like he had been doing it his whole life.
"Please hurry, All Might Sensei!" Hagakure's panicked voice came out just as he arrived at the doorway,
He saw them both collapsed behind a number of props from the room, under a few barrels, planks and foldable ladders.
"What happened to the building?" Jirou asked, almost angrily as she pushed aside a barrel that was on top of her,
"Young Bakugou and Young Todoroki blew out the pillars at the ground floor," He jumped down from his perch and slid towards them, "Luckily, they were both blasted out by their attacks from the building before they were crushed."
"Those idiots..." Jirou got pulled to her feet by All Might and began dusting herself off, "You gave them a good spanking yet?"
"It is not up to me, what their punishments would be..."
"All Might Sensei...?" he turned to see Hagakure wave around a pebble in her hand, without her glove her arm couldn't be seen so she had to improvise for him to perceive her waving.
"Of Course!" He nodded and was beside her without a second wasted,
"Remind me to beat some sense into those two when we see them again..." Jirou looked around the building with a frustrating expression,
"Yeah! They could have got us killed, I'm still too young to die!" Hagakure grabbed onto All Might's hand while the other used the paper mache bomb beside her as support.
Hagakure's invisible eyelids widened as she turned to her left hand with a gasp,
She remained silent as she looked at her palm on the bomb for a few seconds, long enough for All Might to take notice,
"What is it, young Hagakure?"
"The match is not over yet, is it Sensei?" She turned to her teacher with a hopeful air, her voice lighting up.
"I don't believe I've called it yet..." he looked at her almost inquiringly, to which she gave him a giggle in reply, "Why-!" He released a sharp gasp as well when he caught what she was implying, causing Jirou to turn to them.
"What's going on?" She asked and was simply greeted with All Might taking out his microphone device,
"The Heroes are victorious, Team E wins!" He cheered and Jirou's eyes bulged out and her mouth hung open in shock.
Her painful grunts coming out while seeing her eyes rolled up to her head, was all that was needed to understand what she was feeling.
With both of the powerhouses out of commission, and them both contributing to such a commotion it would be pretty hard to write the aftermath. Their parents would be pissed!
I wanted to take this time to ask the audience if I should write every fight or only the most impactful ones-to-be like Omura and Midoriya vs Tokoyami and Sato.
If that was what you would like, I would have three fights left to go... so... it's going to be tiring. But I didn't commit to this story and expected writing to be easy anyway.
If you would, please write a review and wait for the next chapter, it won't be long, I promise.