Yuko growled at the indigo haired male as he walked away from the group.

"Thanks for all your help." He smirked, walking off. She stood next to Mashirao, as they both glared at the male.

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Yuko leaned against the wall, the blonde with a tail standing in front of her. The female had her hands stuffed in her pockets as she stared down at the ground.

"So it's settled... We'll both drop out of the next activity." Yuko met eyes with Mashirao, he nodding.

"You don't have to. I know I just can't if I didn't earn it myself..." Yuko clicked her tongue, cutting him off. She smiled at him a weak smile, "I know. I feel the same. I didn't earn this spot, so I can't continue with that feeling." It was silent before they both nodded at each other.

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Yuko looked down as she stepped up after Mashirao, as much as she wanted to continue for her dad. She wasn't going to take a win, she didn't work for. Her fists clenched at her sides as she looked up at Midnight.

"I too would like to withdraw. Like Ojiro, I don't remember anything, till the very end. I can't advance further knowing I didn't earn it myself."

"This sort of talk is incredibly naive! That turns me on! Ojiro! Toshiro! You are withdrawn!"

Yuko sighed as she stood next to her classmate. The two looked back as they felt a hand on their shoulders, sweatdropping at Yuga.

"Don't worry I'll win for you."

"That is you right? Izuku Midoriya? A pleasure. So you excited?" A tail flew over the greenette's mouth, keeping him from answering.

"Not so fast." Yuko and Mashirao glared at Hitoshi, he smirked and chuckled before walking off. Izuku turned to face the two, confused.

"Ojiro? Toshiro? What's the deal?" Yuko looked at Izuku, her face blank, "don't say a word to him."

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Yuko sat next to Denki as she watched Izuku advance towards Hitoshi, but soon froze in place. Mashirao and Yuko shot from their seats, startling the ones next to them.

"We warned him not to say anything!" Yuko and the tail quirked male stressed in unison.

"Hey! What's going on? It's the important first match! Liven things up! Midoriya the match just started... and he's completely frozen?! He's got a blank look and isn't moving a muscle! Is this Shinso's quirk?! He didn't stand out AT ALL, but could he actually be someone amazing?"

"Hitoshi Shinso from the general studies has gotten the better of Izuku Midoriya from the hero course! Who would've imagined this?! Will the bottom really overthrow the top?"

Yuko watched anxiously as Izuku turned and began to make his way out of bounds. His eyes were wide, and emotionless, completely in a trance.

"What?! Midoriya's being so obedient!"

"A quirk that can control people, huh?" Asked Izuku staring down at the table. He looked up at Yuko and Mashirao, "isn't that too powerful to beat?"

Mashirao gave a single nod, he was seated across from Izuku, Yuko standing few feet away from them, leaning against the lockers. "Yeah, but you can probably avoid if you know about it. I don't remember much after I answered his question." The blonde pointed to his head, "I think that's how it works."

"So if I answer without thinking, then I'll lose right away." Izuku rested his face in his hands, stressing. He looked up as Yuko began to speak, "no, but it's not completely impenetrable. We said we barely remembered anything until the end, right? When we were running away after Shinso stole Tetsutetsu's headband, it seems we both ran into one of the horses on team Tetsutestsu. That's when we snapped out of it. We remember what happened clearly after that." She finished staring down at the tiled floor.

"So receiving a shock can get rid of it?" The greenette asked. Mashirao picked up after Yuko, continuing to explain, "it's very likely. Even so, we don't know what level of shock you need," the tailed male leaned back in his chair, "and in a one-on-one match, you can't count on outside forces like that." Yuko pushed herself off the locker and stuffed her hands in her pockets, as Mashirao and Izuku stood.

"Anyway that's all we can tell you."

"Thanks! That was amazing!"

"I'm going to say something selfish..." The blonde began, holding his fist out towards Izuku. "...but please do your best for me, us, too." Yuko smiled as she too, held her fist towards the greenette.

"Ojiro, Toshiro..." Izuku stared at them in shock, before his face turned to one of a determined, connecting his fists with the other two's.

A gust of wind filled the arena, kicking dust into the air, gasps were heard through the audience.

"Midoriya's stopped!"

The greenette stood only a inch away from out of bounds, as he huffed and panted. Cheers erupted from the stands, Yuko sighing in relief, she and Mashirao leaned back in their seats, the blonde holding his chest and she just smiling a nervous smile.

"That's crazy..."

Hitoshi once again began to speak, hoping to get the other to talk. Izuku began to charge at him, slowly, before speeding up. He began to push at the indigo haired male, once he reached him. The male punched Izuku, causing his head to turn to the side. Izuku ignored it, only pushing harder. He once again punched the male, only this time in the abdomen, Izuku's griped loosened, Hitoshi able to move out of the way. Hitoshi pushed at the male, soon as he turned to face him again. Though the greenette acted quickly, grabbing Hitoshi's collar and arm, earning his fingers to hurt even more. His foot slid behind him, and flipped the male over his shoulder, Hitoshi landing out of bounds, on his back.

"Shinso is out of bounds! Midoriya advances to the next round!"

Cheers once again erupted from the crowd, as Izuku panted, blood running from his nose.