[I apologize for messing up! Please forgive me.]
- Izuku Midriya, 2/5/2146 at 12:23

[This is going to be more troublesome than I initially desired it to. Your heroic spirit is excellent, but there are times where you have to control it. I will try and talk to her.]
- Toshinori Yagi, 2/5/2146 at 12:24

[I'm sorry.]
- Midoirya Izuku, 2/5/2146 at 12:24

[You don't need to apologize, just don't do it again. Remember, show the world that you're here!]
- Toshinori Yagi 2/5/2146 at 12:25

Midoriya sighs regretfully and put his phone to sleep, putting it in the locker where it belonged. He locked it and wandered out of the room, carefully closing the door behind him and then making his walk toward the stairs down to the arena's entrance.

His opponent, Ochaco, held a noble dream to win so she could bring needed money to her family.

In the nature of this competition, Midoriya would have to shatter this dream to make his come true.

It was a hard thought for him.

Maribel had waited in the nurse's office ever since she helped bring Iida there. It hadn't been more than a few minutes. But Recovery Girl was quick with the treatment. While she was there, Maribel felt that she just had to get a lot of weight off of her chest. She sat on a chair beside his medical bed while the nurse was on the other side overlooking the situation and writing things down.

A hangdog expression strewn across her teenage face, Maribel arched a little closer forward to Iida's head. He looked like he was deep in thought. "I know you said it's okay, but I can't help but feel dreadful."

Iida sounded terribly tired, probably from Recovery Girl's miraculous healing. Because of it, he almost mumbled. "...You don't have to keep apologizing. I get it... anyone would be apologizing for breaking a bone. You're still my friend."

She leaned closer to him, almost right next to his ear. With words laded with sore disappointment in herself. "...I just can't get over it. My quirk messes with my head, and the fact that I lose control frightens me..."

He couldn't find the words to respond. Tenya understood her predicament from their previous conversation, but it didn't help him all that much. Failing to find the words, he had to think of something else. "...Your next match will be against either Ochaco-kun or Midoriya-kun, which reminds me... You don't seem to like him all that much."

A drop of nervous sweat ran down her forehead as she looked at Iida. She breathed in and tried to speak freely, lowly, just to him. "...Thinking of him makes me feel bad about myself, the other issues don't help..."

Tenya looked conflicted as she said this, admitting to disliking a friend of his was something she really didn't want to do. It is possible she was being awfully clingy with Iida in particular, because she felt that she absolutely didn't want to upset him. "...?"

"I just, just... He..." Maribel lost her words before she could say. She moved one of her soft hands up to his face all of a sudden. He didn't stop her from doing this, but he did look a little uncomfortable. Both of them just stared into each others eyes for a moment, until Maribel saw the reflection of hers in his.

Iida wasn't in any condition to act as energetically as he ordinarily did, so obviously he wouldn't freak out like Maribel assumed he'd do typically. Being fixated mostly to the medical bed whilst he was resting from his healing. She felt entranced and knew why, but there was little she could think of it right now. "Eh... ahem..." He let out, breaking eye contact with her after a brief while.

A little shiny, violet color came from her eyes, and they shifted as her quirk focused itself. The feeling she experienced, love, was suddenly weighed down by something indescribable. It was as if her emotion just cut off and turned into something else, there was a void of feeling in her body. She felt almost disembodied. Maribel closed her eyes and pulled away suddenly, ruffling the bed a little and wobbling her chair as she straightened out. Face completely red. "-I don't want to talk about it." She poorly excused herself and obscured her face with her hands in some manner of shame.

"Something going on?" Recovery Girl asked, wheeling her chair around to look at them. The close proximity of the two students had stopped the old woman from hearing anything they said. But pulling away from Iida made enough sound to receive her attention.

"No." Maribel opened her eyes and brushed the elderly woman's words off, she sounded calm. Lowering her hands. It wasn't subtle something had shocked her, as she was rosy in the face, but Maribel's embarrassment had faded swiftly. Chiyo didn't take much of a look at either of them after Maribel's response and turned back to her personal computer. Iida couldn't help but look up at her, just as red as she was. The difference between their two reactions was he that still looked like he'd been a second away from catching a kiss.

Both of them were silent for a bit. Until Iida spoke once more, flustered. "P-please give me a warning before you surprise me like that..."

"...I'm gonna go to the spectator seats." She said, covering her mouth with a slightly clenched hand. Looking away from his general direction. Then standing up and walking over to the door.

"Huh...? A-alright..."

"Rest well, Iida-kun!~" Maribel eagerly waved goodbye with an unusually cheery voice, not wanting to embarrass herself further she'd opted to lighten the mood. She opened the door quickly and shuffled out, slamming it closed and walking swiftly down the hall.

After thirty meters, she slowed down a little. And five more, she slowed to a halt, and eventually stood still. Gently placing a hand on the wall and seemingly relaxing.

Her body was brimming with mystical power, her lovely eyes glowing an inhuman light. Rearing back her gentle hand, she smacked the wall fast enough for the wind to howl, all out of irritation and caused a visible dent in it. Her hand hurt really badly after that, and she winced in pain, but there was no visible wound.

Why does it have to be like this?! Damned quirk...

Breathing again, the girl soothed herself and lowered her hand. Now standing still and looking at nothing in particular, her thoughts raced, she spaced out.

I swear... I can't ever be happy or satisfied! Something must always trouble me one way or another... Since I can't help myself, I think I'll just have to forcefully cut him out of my day to an extent. Until I am able to do something about this problem. After that, I can be just how I want to be...

Looking desperate, Maribel immediately tried to think of something she could do to stop her quirk from acting like this.

Experimenting with boundary manipulation on my mind. Talking to that hermit... or Okina.

Lastly, I could just find some possible way to get rid of the quirk... But I don't know my quirk factor, and even if I did I'd have to hurt myself to get rid of it... And I couldn't be a hero after that, unless the aura ability I have is not centered on my quirk... The hermit has it, and the dancers too, after all.

I just wish there was an easy way...

It sounded odd to think about, wanting to remove ones quirk. But Maribel was seriously considering it, she detested it that much despite how useful it was. Without it, she wouldn't have to go through such a childhood or any of these issues.

She snapped back into reality, breathed out and walked away.

Ochaco ran straight ahead at Deku, who lit up with the power of his quirk. It was agonizing to use, and hard to control, but he wasn't breaking his arms anymore. Taking a firm grip of the girl's arms while she was in a crouched position, Midoriya tossed his friend several meters back. She rolled on her side and looked tired, but was still getting up at the same speed before. Anyone could see why she was so active despite how exhausted she was, she had a dream to fulfill.

The entire battle had been like this, one charge and one throw after another. Some of the throws were close to an elimination, but with some clever maneuvering in the air, the girl managed to evade even this. The ability to float without a care for gravity and just the pressure of the atmosphere weighing you down was quite useful. It seems like the audience was quite thrilled about it.

Unusually fired up, the girl held a short speech partly as a distraction. Midoriya froze and looked at her, bewildered and unmoving. "I don't like fighting you, and you're quite clearly stronger than me. But everyone makes mistakes, Deku-kun! You are too focused on me, and that means I WIN!"

The girl brought her hands together.

What is she...?!

Izuku shifted his eyes up and his fingers twitched into position.

"Delaware...!"

His arms ignited with the power of One For All, one grabbing the other at the elbow and then swinging up into the air. There was a whoosh of air from the superpowered movement as he then released his finger flick at 100%.

"SMASH!"

A wind blasted up into the sky at supersonic velocities, blowing some of the rocks into each other, stopping them cold and tossing them into the surrounding field. What remained of the spectacular strategy was but rubble.

"Gah!" Midoriya grabbed his broken finger in pain.

And the distraction it had made.

Uraraka broke into a sprint, the fastest she had ever gone, with an outstretched hand. Midoriya was too late in lowering his head to look at her to grab her attention. Her fingertips poked at him just long enough to activate her quirk. But she wasn't fast enough to escape his last chance for an attack.

Erupting in green lightning, Midoriya briefly cringed in pain and blindly swiped across his front, where she was. The flat of his hand made a clean impact with the side of her face, smacking her to the side and down into the ground. In much the same way, Midoriya's momentum sent the air to the side. Spinning him down onto the ground and barely catching himself before his head struck the ground. "Hngh!" He groaned in pain as One For All taxed his body, the glow quickly disappeared after that.

Midnight swung her whip down, the speakers reverberating her voice all across the stadium. "Uraraka-san! Knocked out! Izuku Midoriya has won!"

Midoriya couldn't help but feel like he needed to apologize. "Uraraka-san! I'm sorry!"

"It was a hard fought battle for both of them! I couldn't speak at the end, it took me by S-U-R-P-R-I-S-E! That much effort for a DISTRACTION!? Good work, Uraraka!" Present Mic finally ended the match.

In the distance, the class watched. Excited, worried, and pondering.

The blonde girl cupped her chin in her hand and watched. If using all that power at once breaks his bones, then he must be limiting it in the rest of his body. I don't think I could match that kind of strength without having to rely on the ability to focus my aura.

...This feels terribly similar to my case, I don't think it's hard to see that those two like each other. He probably feels as much guilt as I do.

[I'm back! The lesson's over, so we've got a break. Wanna know something funny?]
- Renko Usami, 2/5/2146 at 12:45

[Sure.]
- Maribel Hearn, 2/5/2146 at 12:45

[Well, after yours and the second match, the guys have seemingly become fans of you and that Uraraka girl. And they're giving you many compliments. Let's just say they think you're cute.]
- Renko Usami, 2/5/2146 at 12:46

[I have an overload of notifications, I can't read all of this...]
- Maribel Hearn, 2/5/2146 at 12:46

[So this is what it's like to have lots of fans, huh? I haven't even told them I know you yet, but now I'm scared to.]
- Renko Usami, 2/5/2146 at 12:47

[Wow, ah... I didn't know so many people liked me. A few are a bit vulgar, though... -_- ]
- Maribel Hearn, 2/5/2146 at 12:47

[I guess that's just how guys are. And I mean, it's not like you don't have a lot to be complimented.]
- Renko Usami, 2/5/2146 at 12:48

[...You're not wrong, I just wish they would be polite. I think I can beat Midoriya-san, by the way.]
- Maribel Hearn, 2/5/2146 at 12:49

[Good luck! :D]
- Renko Usami, 2/5/2146 at 12:49

Maribel closed the messaging app and also the social media app she was using. There was a feeling of lacking privacy, people would no doubt have their eyes on her if she went to do something. That still fades with time, but she'd have to deal with it for a while. She thought she'd surely be able to adapt to those conditions, too.

The girl looked back at the battlefield just as the arena shook. Almost a quarter of it was struck by a rapidly appearing glacier.

"These are my BABIES! By making use of the hyper-energy dense fuel, it creates a massive pressure at the bottom which is stabilized by-"

The voice faded out of Maribel's mind, it was agonizing to listen to. And if she wasn't actively focusing on suppressing her quirk, she's sure she would've gotten angry at this point.

Maribel's phone buzzed, and she took it out to see what it was. Aside from a ridiculous number of messages on her social media account, which she should really set to private to moderate the intake, there was a message from Renko.

[She sure is babbling. I haven't seen anyone from the support class on stage anytime I watched this.]
- Renko Usami, 2/5/2146 at 12:55

The blonde quickly fiddled with her phone and typed in a message.

[I might have an idea to deal with it, but I'm not sure...]
- Maribel Hearn, 2/5/2146 at 12:55

Putting the phone to sleep, Maribel jumped off of her seat and stood up. The classmates that were sitting all ended up looking at her as she then suddenly started waving toward Kaminari.

He definitely knows where we sit, and I know he thinks I look nice. Not a stranger, I'm going to think he's accepting this demonstration because that Mei looks nice enough. As if he'd get favors for helping her. But I think I might have more value.

With the distance between them, knowing where people were looking was impossible. But a large physical gesture? Much less so. Maribel saw how his head turned to look at the spectators and it stopped moving when it reached their row.

Now was the time to act, so she made a smooth motion where she blew a kiss. Then putting her arms up, turning to face Mei's direction and quite leisurely punching the air. Moments later, she stopped and look at him again with a genuine-looking, fake smile.

The few people of her class who were looking at her were confused, and Maribel knew some of her new fans probably filmed that. But it didn't matter, she could ignore them for now and avoid answering questions.

There was a loud buzzing on the arena stage, and several small explosions took place.

"The fifth match is a fight between two muscly men!"

There was a low cheering from the crowd constantly in the background.

"Strength derived from what's sweetest, sugar! Rikido Sato from the Hero Course!"

The cheering became louder.

"Versus..."

Louder.

"A quirk for someone with a heart of steel! His fists are harder than metal, harder than brick! Eijiro Kirishima from the Hero Course!"

Even louder.

Rikido Sato cracked his knuckles. "Let's make this an actual fight! I'm pumped full on sugar, so I won't take long!"

Wiping a tear from his eye. "Yes! We'll make this as manly as possible!"

"Fifth match, start!"

Both parties broke into a sprint to close the distance between them. It took two seconds to cross it, and just before they became in punching distance, both of them winded up with their blows.

"ORA!" Kirishima roared as he and his entire body hardened, landing his fist square in Sato's jaw. At the same time, he was struck in the chest. Forcing him to stumble back three whole meters whilst the stunned Sato had to recover much more steadily.

Grunting from the impact, Sato wiped his mouth for any saliva or blood that might've flown out thanks to the impact. Quickly flowing into a wider stance as he waited for Kirishima.

He doesn't know the weakness of my quirk, and his quirk gives him much better defense and offense than just power does... His arms can cut you with how hard and sharp they are, but if I grab him, I wouldn't have to worry! Grapple!

Eijiro stood still and looked at him. "You ain't coming at me?! I'm going to have to get a little closer to beat the shit out of you!"

His taller, more muscular opponent retorted hotly and made a taunting 'Come here!' gesture with his fingers. "Then come as close as you like!"

With his hardening skin glistening with fresh sweat, Kirishima lunged forward. Both of them were reckless, and hadn't undergone much training. Kirishima knew his body could be used both as a sword and as a shield, so he held the advantage in most situations against Sato. Once he came close enough, he sought to strike Sato straight in the gut with his hardened fist. If it wasn't for his superpowered muscles, that would surely have knocked the wind out of him. But unlike the cavalry battle, Sato had access to sugar before the battle. Bearing his mightier weight onto Kirishima and his longer reach, he firmly hugged the spiky haired boy, much to his surprise. Shuffling a little with his legs and spinning on his heels, he built up the power for a spin. In a terrible panic, Kirishima tried to break free. Failing and punching Sato in the chest to no avail. Without being on the ground, leveraging enough force in a punch to hurt was difficult as the weight of the body would often be used in a punch.

With one toss, Kirishima was sent rolling down the broad side of the arena. Halting himself mere moments before he was ringed out by striking his sharpened and hardened arms into the ground to kill his momentum. He stood up and entered a punching position. He then came to a sudden realization. "If you can't hurt me, you're gonna grab me!"

"THAT'S RIGHT!" Sato roared out and broke into a sprint and crossed his arms before him, leaning forwards just a little. His bulging muscles, posture and large size denying Kirishima a direct shot to his gut or head. At first Kirishima tried to move to the side, but with enhanced musculature, Sato's legs would've made him faster too. He slowed down only a little to shift him aim. When the red-haired boy understood this, he braced himself and promptly dug the back of his feet into the ground. The stone cracked under his feet just a little, giving him a very tiny bit of support.

With his skin turning almost steel-like, Kirishima leaned forward and focused his balance in front. He was going to try and counter the force of the tackle by making his center of gravity low. By his instinct, this was a good move for someone who was suddenly cornered. Howbeit, he was too slow, and his close proximity to the edge of the ring made his defeat unavoidable.

Rikido Sato crashed into Kirishima, his upper body hitting only part of his classmate's upper body. But with superior weight and terrific velocity, Eijiro lost balance and fell over. Hitting the outside of the ring with his head.

"Kirishima-san ringed out! Rikido Sato advances to the second round!"

Sato paused and breathed after that.

"WHOOOOH! This is the kind of technical brawling you'd see at a mixed martial arts tournament! Well done, both of you!" Present Mic congratulated both of them.

A boring voice came thenceforth. Eraserhead spoke. "...They could use some work, but it wasn't bad for first-years."

Helping his classmate up, both Eijiro and Rikido shook hands. The echoes of the crowd roaring, talking and whistling made a nice

"You did good, but try mixing up punching and other things. You might more like a steel rod than a person, but if I can just toss you away, that's no good." The larger of the two, he with the full lips, critiqued his fighting. Honestly and nobly at that, his former enemy couldn't help but shed a tear.

"You were freaking amazing! So manly! Maybe we could train together sometime?"

Far in the distance, in the spectator seats, two people surveyed the field.

Hitoshi Shinso had taken a keen eye to the fight, to see if anything strange happened. His likely and eventual opponent, Sato, didn't seem tricky at all. "Even with that kind of brawn, I only have to make him talk to stop him. If I'm not easily caught when fighting the next guy, I think that'll be easy..."

The student of the general department thought that now with his two next opponents out of the way there was nothing to fear but the girl at the end. Maribel's quirk was elusive, and she was sound at picking up on small details, he'd have to be careful not to tip her off. He had nothing against her, being more friendly with her than the rest of her class even if only for her accepting demeanor. But he still wanted to make an impression.

Jurota Shishida had not taken an eye to the fight, so much as he did to Shinso. He knew he had used his quirk in some way on him, but he didn't know what the quirk exactly did. Memory erasure, mind control, how did it work? He insisted on being cautious.

His classmates had lost in the face of 1-A, and he couldn't afford to make 1-B look worse than someone from an entirely different department. It would be too much of a shame.

Both the fighters had taken the stage.

"Mysteriously, the only one from the general department to have made it here. Hell, the only one from any non-hero class! It's Hitoshi Shinso!"

Shinso ran a hand through his hair to make it look a little better. "I don't really feel bad about forcefully putting you on our team, did you see what happened to the rest of 1-B? Merry-san wouldn't have been so nice to you."

"The only survivor of class 1-B, with the quirk of a beast, can he win it all for his class!? It's Jurota Shishida from the Hero course!"

"Don't be so casual abo-o...!" Jurota trailed on his words as his eyes widened and his mind went blank. The brainwashing quirk had taken effect.

"Sixth match, start!"

"Get over here!" Shinso yelled, and Jurota singlemindedly started running toward him. Once he was close enough that Shinso wouldn't have to speak loudly. "...And punch and miss me."

He reared his fist forward and swung into the air next to Shinso, who moved to the side leisurely, knowing it wouldn't hit. Jurota slowed down a little after running past him, only for Hitoshi to pat him on the back. "...Run out of the ring."

The command took effect, and his opponent ran out of the ring. Unceremoniously. His opponent lost shortly after.

"Shishida-san! Ringed out! Hitoshi Shinso advances to the second round!" Midnight swung her whip, delivering the victory to he who had achieved it.

Not even smiling, but giving Shishida an odd look.

"...It was a little bit of an uneventful battle, but Hitoshi Shinso maintains the same mysteriousness he had in the cavalry battle! How the hell did he win this?! Amazing, is what I'd call it."

"Hmph." Shinso grinned for no particular reason, and then turned around to walk back out of the arena. Once far away enough and closer to the exit, he snapped Shishida out of it.

It was as if time stopped for Shishida as he tried understanding what the hell happened. He was talking one moment, and the next he was standing outside of the ring. Scouting his surroundings quickly, he couldn't help but curse under his breath. He took the defeat with shame and walked out of the arena.

A being of pure shadow clashed against acid. The mobility of Mina was useless against the superior one of Dark Shadow, and her means of attack couldn't seem to deter it all that much. Being that it was made of energy, not matter. It could still take damage, but there was not much to dissolve. In other words, you may as well be throwing water on it.

Tokoyami himself dared not get close to her, he knew how dangerous her quirk could be to someone who couldn't handle such powerful acid.

"It seems they've run into a bit of a standoff! But we can't be here forever! So, what will be... THE TIE BREAKER!?"

After a while of exchanging attacks, Dark Shadow countering every single one. Mina found herself with a lack of options.

"Well, I can't be afraid to try something!" The alien queen announced, and made a charge, secreting acid under her feat to go faster. Dark Shadow didn't move at first. Tokoyami prepared himself to move away from his opponent, and once Mina crossed past Dark Shadow whilst trying to distance herself from it. It moved to the side, the 'umbilical cord' getting in the way of her and cushioning her impact. Dark Shadow roared out and moved behind her, grabbing hold of her and forcing her to the ground.

Tokoyami crossed his arms, leaning his upper body back a little, crossing his legs and looking down on her. He made his voice a little lower than it usually was. "Surrender."

The posture was vaguely likened to that found in some old manga and had a nice charm to it. The crowd seemed to love it, absolutely.

To Mina, he looked very intimidating, and she couldn't do much to fight him with Dark Shadow holding her down.

"O-okay! I surrender!" She said, closing her eyes and putting up both of her palms as a sign of not wanting to suffer any hurt.

"Mina Ashido has surrendered! Fumikage Tokoyami wins!"

"Start!"

"Hryaaah!" Bakugo grunted as he blasted away from his starting position with a series of small explosions. Yaoyorozu was nowhere near as fast as she was, so she didn't try wasting her time with moving. In one hand, she created a shield of explosive resistant material. Exactly what she'd used during the last round. In her other hand, she created an iron bo-staff.

From the distance, Maribel watched intently.

There was no time to think of any explicit strategy. That had to be done before the battle, lest one be mired down by stray thoughts. In this sense, Yaoyorozu was at a disadvantage. Smart as she was, Bakugo had a greater sense of fighting. Muscle memory and on the fly adaptation were both factors that went to him.

Heaving the admittedly heavy shield up in front of her, Bakugo headed straight for it. He knew a couple of things. She couldn't attack through the shield. If she thought her shield worked against his quirk, she'd feel safe for a moment, and after that she would think of an effective counterattack. Her movements were far from as coordinated as his.

"Take this, sweets-gobbler!"

Angling the palm of his hand to face down at the shield from a 150 degree angle, Bakugo hit the effective shield with a moderately violent explosion. Tiring out the arm that held it, and to a degree the rest of her body. At the same time, Bakugo flew up and above her, now slower and with free time to strike.

Timing was crucial, and he knew it well. So whilst he was upside down, Bakugo's hand turned as best they could to face her while they both pointed in the same direction. Both of his hands erupted in fierce fire and smoke, sulfuric smell invaded her nose and the shockwave landed right on her. Knocking Yaoyorozu down onto her side and out of the ring while tossing Bakugo back into it.

"Hyah!" She yelled out, the battle was sudden, and there had been mere seconds for her to act.

"Yaoyorozu-san! Ringed out! Katsuki Bakugo advances to the second round!"

He spent a second stabilizing his fall before landing. Knee first to handle the fall better with a much thicker bone and over a wider area. Smiling in glee at no one, he was happy. He would beat everyone and be number one.

Maribel has been very mellow since her fight with Iida. She told Kaminari that she was fooling him so that the match wouldn't drag. Maribel talked a little with Ochaco after the girl's fight with Midoriya, trying to learn how she felt about it. The blonde also made sure to avoid dragging the freckled boy himself into the conversation. Apparently, she was fine with it. It might've stopped her from achieving her dream and getting the publicity that she wanted to help her parents, but she'd have to live with it. Besides, she knew Midoriya didn't do it out of malice, but because he has his own dream.

"You're only bringing this up because of the fight with Iida-kun, right?"

"...That's right."

"It's alright to feel guilty about it, just know he forgave you, okay?"

"Even so, I want to make it up to him somehow."

"Well, that's fine and all. But don't let it linger too much. Besides, aren't you supposed to be fighting Midoriya-kun now?"

"Oh."

Lost in thought, Maribel had barely realized the match was over. But when she did, she let out a breath and shot to her feet. Stretching and then looking around. Midoriya was also beginning to move from his seat and gave her one look. It was sympathetic, but Maribel didn't want to share the sentiment, she'd rather forget it and only exchanged him a stern expression.

The blonde journeyed from the spectator seats and over to the entrance to the halls. She would avoid Midoriya before they both went into the arena, but the same couldn't be said for a passerby.

Iida had returned from his short stay at Recovery Girl's office. In comparison to Midoriya's treatment of his finger, it took a bit longer. A rib is a bigger bone, after all. Maribel didn't get to think much about why he was there, too surprised to put that train of thought on her mind. He looked friendly, but at the same time quite serious.

"A-ah!"

"Oh! Maribel! There are you are! I just wanted to tell you that I'm alri-"

"Later Iida!" The girl energetically let out, absorbing some of his own characteristics and shifting to the side like a robot, side-stepping past him and jogging down the hall he came from. Toward the entrance to the arena.

If I want to create a convincing fight, this isn't going to be an easy battle! I'll ignore anything he says and force him to fight logically, put me in a pinch if he likes it. I don't care if he has All Might's quirk or some knock-off! I'll win!

And now I am free to dedicate an entire chapter to a big and longer fight. I should've written this sooner, but I've been procrastinating a lot.

That said, Maribel is likely going to be a bit more distant from Iida now. I made that clear in her introspection, which will be a very important part of her character arc later.

As for the fights this chapter, well, I didn't have a grand plan for them. And I feel that for example, Ochaco's strategy would work very well against Izuku, Midoriya knows her quirk, and while she isn't uber fast it's not like Midoriya is used to his speed. One wrong move, he floats away and attacks, flies out of the arena.

Well, anyway, I'm gonna try to be faster with the next chapter.