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Dontus -not Donut- Powerus: Goku's 15 like the other U.A. students, though he had a growth spurt much earlier given that he's had people around him to look after him and feed him properly. He's probably a little shorter than his 18-year-old self from Dragonball. Midoriya will be wearing his wrist weights 24/7 and his shell weight whenever he trains with Goku. The wrist and ankle weights are the same ones the teachers wore at the end of season 2 when they handicapped themselves to test the students. Thanks for another awesome review, my good man.
Jeferson Arthur: Facts, man. Facts. I love writing to different osts. Helps set the mood. Bleach's, DBZ Budokai Tenkaichi's and Yakuza's have become my favourite osts to write to. Morning Dew from Budokai Tenkaichi 2, Solitude from Yakuza 4 and Peaceful Afternoon from Bleach are three of my favourites just to name a few. ^^
Servantofcardin - Yeah, I can see why you'd think that to be fair. I just have no reason to baby Bakugo. While I'll admit I do find Bakugo to be totally reprehensible as Horikoshi has admitted to writing Bakugo to be purposely unlikeable, I'm not going to keep him like that. I'm going to have characters acknowledge his douchebaggery like normal humans (then redeem him from there) rather than try to recontextualize his personality and history with Midoriya to put him in a better light like the series seems to be trying to do. Seriously, the latest episode where All Might told Midoriya Bakugo is a good childhood friend. Like, what? All Might, I love you man, but you need to shut the fuck up. Bakugo was never a good childhood friend to Midoriya or anyone for that matter, just for the fact he didn't treat the other kids as friends, but as lackeys to obey his every command. The fact that Midoriya AGREED with him is unacceptable. I feel like Horikoshi's editors may need to tump him up to slap some sense into him. lol.
Bakugo's attitude may be marginally improving but that's no excuse to recontextualize his abusive history with Midoriya to put him in a better light. That's like saying Endeavour is a good Dad. Hell no! He was a major dickhead to his children and his wife and he has to atone for that which is he now. My word.
I apologize for rambling. Thanks for the review. Point is, Bakugo will be redeemed but it may take a while. He'll still have his friend Kirishima, though
"Ah! What a day!" An air of bubbly contentment left Mina's mouth in a wide yawn. She stretched out her slender arms, then immediately curled them around Goku's bicep, "We kicked butt."
A sheen of tangerine gleamed dimly across the now dawn-dusk lit sky, the sun halfway down the horizon of a mountain in the far distance like a disc slotting into a DVD player.
"Yeah, it was fun! I can't wait until the next training session. I worked up an appetite," The tailed boy agreed, cradling his loudly grumbling stomach with an infectious, distinctive grin painting his lips, "Can't wait until I get my hands on your Mom's grub."
As the childhood sweethearts left the campus under the orange blanketed sky, traversing down a steep hill, they were joined by the trio of Midoriya, Uraraka and Iida.
"Don't remind me," Uraraka slumped, a cloud of despondency surrounding her, "You were so fast I could barely see you much less touch you."
Mina's team consisting of her and Aoyama had taken on Uraraka and Yaoyorozu following the conclusions of two matches of cops and robbers after Goku's and Midoriya's match. During the preparation time, Yaoyorozu used her Creation Quirk to barricade the doorway with near-impenetrable metal beams, but the combination of Mina's acid and Aoyama's bellybutton beam had been enough to bulldoze their way through. Even having set up an ambush for the two as a contingency plan, Mina's pure speed alone was enough to swerve past all their roadblocks and near effortlessly capture the bomb.
Mina grinned cheekily, "I ran a ton with Goku-chan when we were little." She held her index and middle fingers up in the shape of a V, "So now I'm super-fast."
Uraraka sighed, wearing a sheepish smile across her face, "Yeah, I see that."
Midoriya cupped his chin, "Come to think of it, you recorded the second-highest time in the fifty-meter dash in the Quirk Assessment Test."
"Uh-huh!" Mina clarified peppily, snuggling against Goku's arm.
"This just means we must devote ourselves even harder in our training to catch up with Son-sama and Ashido-kun," The bespectacled boy remarked.
The freckled-faced boy developed an uneasy smile of his own at Iida's trademark commitment, containing a hint of humorous warmth, "Right." The thought turned on a lightbulb above his head. Turning to his fitness trainer, he inquired, "That reminds me. Will we be delivering more milk tomorrow morning, Son-kun?"
Goku droned contemplatively, gazing up at the heavens above, "Nah. Get some shuteye instead. We'll resume training tomorrow after school. You're gonna be ploughing the fields!"
"Um, that doesn't seem too bad."
"With your hands!"
"…And there's the kicker."
Uraraka gasped, round eyes dilating and woozy, drunken-like smile coating her lips, "Ah! You're going to have Deku-kun plough the fields with his hands!"
"Yeah! It'll strengthen his grip tenfold," Goku clarified, visage brightening.
This time it was Iida's turn to adopt a thinking posture, strong palm intricately caressing his chin, "I see. That is a most unorthodox training method, but if it works for Son-sama…" He left his question hanging in the air for Goku to catch, a wide, cheery grin splitting his face.
"Sure did!"
A delicate smile of Iida's own formed across his lips, "Then I'm certain it'll work just as well for Midoriya-kun."
"…If I'm alive to see the results."
They shared a wholesome bark of laughter, continuing on their conversation of what they could expect regarding tomorrow's events at U.A. high school on the way to the train station. Upon reaching their destination, Mina decided it was time to part ways with their new friends.
"I wanna fly," She said as though it were a random afterthought.
Iida and Uraraka only stopped to do a double-take of her seemingly offhanded comment when Goku took it seriously, turning to her with innocent curiosity shining in his gaze, "Don't wanna take the train?"
"Nuh-uh. No siree. I'm beat!" She playfully grinned, wrapping her arms around Goku's neck, "Flying's faster anyhow."
Goku smirked, "Fine by me. I was just thinkin' I wanted to eat as soon as possible."
The reality of what they were conversing about fully dawned on the pair of Uraraka and Iida, blank looks quickly morphing into ones of astonishment.
"What! You can fly, Son-kun!" Uraraka exclaimed.
Goku turned her way, a vacant look of confusion in his eyes, "Uh-huh. I can fly," He placed his hands on the curves of Mina's hips before gently levitating them off the ground to both demonstrate and take-off.
Uraraka's and Iida's heads craned higher and higher, until they could go back no more and they rose on their tiptoes to follow Goku's and Mina's ascent to the clouds, wide gazes mirroring the multiple other eyes from strangers all around them locked to the sight of the two high school sweethearts resembling a god and his goddess looking down on their subjects from the heavens above.
"…Amazing," Uraraka murmured breathlessly.
"Incredible. Your Quirk is truly one of many great facets and I'm honoured you consider me a rival, Son-sama!" Iida exclaimed.
The lovebirds took one of their hands off each other to wave at their friends, "Bye, guys! See ya all tomorrow, kay!" They bubbly chorused, a shroud of crystalline blue enveloping their bodies from Goku's near-endless reservoir of power. Scooping pretty cherry blossomed coloured legs in his muscular arms like a husband carrying his newlywed, Goku darted through the air at a speed that would've left a Hydra turning green with envy, leaving a long trail of blue for everyone's gawking gazes.
Tokyo's Anti-Hero
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Chapter 5
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More Popular than You Know
A barely two-minute flight cut across Tokyo found the pair touching down on the grassy plains of the Ashido's front lawn with all the grace and force of a jet. Blades of grass fluttered all around them from the gust of wind the immense force Goku's instant stop on the lawn had generated.
"That was awesome," Mina gushed, pressing her lips to Goku's cheek in a quick peck and reluctantly slipping from his arms after, "I love when you take me flying."
Goku laughed, caressing the underside of his nose with his finger, "Midoriya-kun said the opposite when we flew to Kyoto."
"Well, Midoriya-kun doesn't know fun, now does he?" Mina sassed, wrapping her arms behind her back and drawing another laugh from Goku, "C'mon. I bet everyone's dying to see you again."
"Okay!" Goku followed Mina off the lawn and to the front door of her family's home. Mina lived in a modest two-story house befitting an upper-middle-class family, a fairly large beige coloured house with a brown balcony hanging above the front door and a garage in front of a driveway where a humble red jeep sat.
The horned girl reached into her handbag, removing her jangling myriad of keys and plucking up the one resting beside the spare key to Goku's apartment. She unlocked the door, "I'm home!~" She greeted, choosing to stand off to the side instead of going in, a cheeky grin decorating her lips, "And guess who I brought with me!"
An opportunistic twinkle gleamed in the metaphorical dark succeeded a white blur rushing forward toward the open doorway at Mach 5, body poised to unleash a dropkick on Goku's face, all the while a cheerful greeting rang out.
"Gooooood! Afternooooon! Sonnnny!" A male's voice yelled.
A huge body flew past the effortlessly evading Goku, the boy grinning in affectionate amusement as the sound of the man's goofy-esque yell accompanied his flight straight into his family's mailbox.
"You need to train more, otou-san." Goku insisted with a friendly smile.
The man yanked his head free of his imprisonment after several good pulls, standing triumphantly like he had expected Goku to easily dodge his spontaneous attack. A white lab coat-like trench jacket fell beneath his knees, over a yellow, orange-trimmed Hawaiian shirt contrasting black pants and white socks on his lower half. A thin five o'clock beard shadowing his chin complemented his raven spiky hair styled like a mini volcano, resembling a short version of Vegeta's hairstyle.
He would've looked like a typical Japanese man with tanned skin if not for the two distinctive small horns protruding from his hair.
"Well played, my second son!" He lauded theatrically, "I've taught you well."
"I'm pretty sure you've never taught Goku-chan anything, Dad. He just whoops your butt every time!" Mina sassed.
Dad gasped like he had just been told his actual son was batting for the other team and galloped back into the house, a trail of tears marking his destination, "Mother! I don't know why but our first daughter is becoming so mean to me!"
"Am not!" Mina whined, cheek ballooning into a pout, "You're the one who's mean!"
Goku giggled, following Mina inside her home and shutting the door behind them. They exchanged their outdoor shoes for pairs of slippers. They barely made it two steps inside the peach-coloured interior with dark brown tiled flooring before another pink head appeared on the stairway situated right by the door, plodding his way toward the two on stubby little pink legs.
"Onii-chan." A little boy bearing Mina's looks save her curly, unkempt hair said, wearing a baby blue coloured shirt with long, dark blue sleeved embellishing his navy sapphire-coloured pants. The distinctive long square shape and yellow colour of the worldwide cultural icon of SpongeBob SquarePants sat emblazoned across the torso area of his shirt.
Goku's gaze brightened in recognition, "Yo, Ryo-kun! S'up?"
Ryosuke exploded the rest of the way toward him in beaming joy, leaping into his arms when Goku kneeled down to pick him up, "Onii-chan! You're here." He giggled, "Can we play?"
"Sure. After I eat. I'm hungry," Goku grinned when the little boy snuggled into his chest.
"Get a room you two," Mina teased sassily, drawing a raspberry from her little brother.
Goku chuckled, placing Ryosuke on his shoulders and following Mina into the kitchen where her Dad was being mock consulted by her mother.
"Hey, Mom!" Mina greeted, presenting Goku in a grandiose manner, as though she were about to cut the ribbon off city hall, "Look what the cat dragged in."
She switched her gaze from Dad babbling on her apron in a kneel to the figure her daughter was indicating to, smiling wryly in recognition, "Well, hello, stranger," She said with a distinctive teasing tone she likely passed down to Mina, "Come to eat us out of house and home after all this time?" Mom sported a pink open blouse, highlighting the skin her children had inherited from her, displaying her white t-shirt patterned with laces tied in intricate knots on the hem, a long red shirt stretching down to her ankles and slippers. Her lighter pink hair cascaded all the way down to her back like a smoothly flowing waterfall. A pair of similar black eyes with golden pupils held warm mirth in the direction of Mina's beloved.
Goku barked out a laugh, sheepishly moving a hand to rest behind his spiky head, "Sorry about that." He apologized, nose wiggling at the lovely aroma wafting into his nostrils, "Something smells good." A glance to Mom's side found her sizzling frying pans, boiling pots and brightly lit oven beneath the currently ignited stove.
Mom pitied his one-track mind with a sigh, "Even If I ask you to come down more, you wouldn't come if I didn't lure you down with the promise of a feast."
"Yeah, onii-chan. Stop being mean! Come down more!" Ryosuke whined, bending his head to look into Goku's gaze of sheepish amusement, "I wanna play with you."
"I can bring him around more often," Mina commented offhandedly, arms wrapped cutely behind her back.
Ryosuke turned his similar pitch-black eyes to her, shining with palpable hope, "Really, nee-chan?"
She nodded, "Uh-huh." She uttered, turning a sassy smirk Goku's way, "That is, if Goku-chan doesn't mind."
"I don't mind," Goku shrugged, a wide smile splitting his face, "Okaa-san's cooking is the best."
"Yay," Ryosuke rocked himself back and forth on Goku's shoulders, using his head as leverage, "You're the best, nee-chan."
"I know!" Mina sang.
Mom shook her head, affectionally amused by it all, "Why don't you three go play for a bit? Supper will be ready in half an hour."
"Alright!"
"Yay, alright!"
"Hehe."
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45 minutes later
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"Phew, I'm stuffed," Goku exhaled contentedly, sitting on his chair at the wide dinner table and patting his inflated stomach. His school shirt was thrown over the back of the chair, leaving him in a sleeveless white tank top, "That hit the spot." He pulled his phone out and aimed it at the myriad of plates and bowls scattered about haphazardly on his side of the table, "I should post about this."
He snapped a quick picture of the dirty dishes, then hit an eyeless smiling person icon on his phone's homepage, the word "Chatter" printed underneath. He logged himself in, ignoring the little bell icon lit up with a number 20+ and hit a little flying aeroplane symbol to bring up a textbox.
He then wrote out his message.
Goku here. Just had dinner & breakfast. It was great. Couldn't eat another bite.
He attached the photo he had snapped before logging into Chatter and hit chat.
He didn't wait to see how well it was received before tucking his phone away.
"You kids and social media these days," Mom stated with affection colouring her tone, elbows situated on the table and her chin on the palms of her conjoined hands.
"Oh, I haven't really used it all that much since Mina set it up for me," The hedgehog-haired boy admitted with a sheepish laugh, "I just post pictures of stuff I liked or did," like food and eating or sometimes training.
"Hey, it works!" Mina argued, pouting from her place beside her beloved, "Have you seen your follow count lately?"
Goku blinked, taking his phone out again and tapping into Chatter out of innate curiosity, "My follow count?"
"Yes." Mina's look of intense, comical resolve didn't waver, "Check it."
"Okay," He said, clicking on his profile picture – a snapshot of him and Mina together, eyes scrolling past the following count of fifty-six and over to the followers count of a much larger number than he ever expected, causing his eyes to bulge out of his sockets, "That's a big number."
"How many followers do you have, onii-chan?" Ryosuke asked, sitting across from his older brother figure. Goku didn't know how to verbally articulate his astonishment so he just showed the little boy his phone instead. Ryosuke's eyes instantly bulged out of his skull, "Whoa."
"Right." Goku said, a goofy smile of sheepish humility eclipsing his face, "I didn't think I had that much."
"How much do you have?" Dad inquired, getting Goku to shift his arm over in his and Mom's directions. They joined the party of widely extended eyes upon glimpsing at the large number resting beside his following count, "Holy Moley! 3560! You're internet famous, Sonny!"
"Yeah, I guess," Goku responded, blankly withdrawing his arm and caressing the side of his neck. He loosed a laugh glimpsing over the amounts of followers he somehow had, "I don't really know how, though. Hehe."
Mina was there to shed light on his relative popularity on Chatter, elbow perched upon the surface of the dinner table and a cheek resting lazily on a palm, "You kidding? I always record you training in the woods," She stretched out her arms contentedly, "People like that kinda stuff. Makes it look like you're Superman." A snicker, "Not to mention we always get recorded at the arcade playing Euromix. Where do you think they go?"
"Oh, yeah," Goku exhaled in realization, crossing his bulky arms and looking up at the ceiling, "I remember now. We do get recorded whenever we start dancing at club sega." He giggled, "I guess people like us."
"Uh-huh!"
"How many followers do you have, sweetie?" Mom asked, curiosity targeting her next like it murdered the cat.
Mina held up all five fingers on one hand and a thumb on the other, cheekily flashing her tongue, "Nearly six thousand now."
Dad rushed over to her and embraced her in joy, bearded face affectionately caressing her smooth cheek, "Atta girl, my first daughter."
Ryosuke held his jaw open, "No way. How do you have more than onii-chan?!"
"I use it more than him." Mina insisted.
Ryosuke turned pleading eyes to Goku, "Please use Chatter more, onii-chan! You can't let nee-chan beat you."
"I'll try, but I wouldn't know the first thing to do," He unloosed a peal of laughter which proved to be contagious in the air as everyone instantly caught it.
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(Later that night)
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"Now that we're alone…" Mina suggested, her tone dripping in heavy seductiveness. She led him into her bedroom by the hand, pressing herself against him with an enticing grin before audibly shutting the door behind them. She tiptoed, running her hands up his muscled chest and softly caressing his lips with hers. A deep, steamy exhale filled the bright room, accompanied by a long moan.
The kiss ended, leaving a wet sound filling the air.
"I want my kisses," Mina murmured, running a thumb across Goku's drenched lips.
"Okay," Goku said.
"Yay," Mina squealed, taking his hand again and leading him to her bed. Mina's room was awash of pink and black with a touch of purple; typical of a girly girl. A poster of her favourite singer hung over the wall near her bed, pictures of her and Goku at different stages in their lives sat in picture frames on her black and pink desk and stuffed animals sat around a purple table.
Mina climbed upon the sheets of her black blanket lined with pink spots before gesturing her beloved toward her with her arms held out like she wanted Goku to carry her. She tenderly ran her palms over his beefy arms before guiding him onto the bed and on top of her, giggling at his vacant look of incomprehension. Another long and throaty kiss followed, Mina's hands caressing his cheeks.
"Mom said you could stay the night," She whispered after she broke away for air, indicating to the garb he was currently clad in now, just a plain white shirt and dark blue shorts Dad lent him while Mom washed his uniform for tomorrow. She touched his nose with hers, "So we can kiss as long as we want."
Another kiss.
"How many kisses do you owe me?"
"Hmmm. Dunno. I don't think you mentioned a number."
"Oh, well~ Just keep kissing me til' we get tired."
"Oh, oka'' Omphf!"
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(The next day)
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The young pair stepped into a calm autumn breeze of a crystal clear day in their respective uniforms, bidding Mina's family farewell.
"Bye! We're off now!" The horned girl said, shutting the door and skipping off the porch with a bouncy spring and over where Goku was nonchalantly waiting. She cuddled him, throwing her arms around his neck with a snicker, "Carry me."
"Wanna fly, huh?" Goku surmised, a small smile working its way across his face.
"Yes, siree!"
She melted, feeling Goku's strong yet warm palms embracing her womanly figure, "Alright. Let's go!" They accelerated skyward with all the explosive force of Superman, Mina curling into Goku's arms like Lois Lane.
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(U.A. High School)
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A sea of gathering U.A. students frightfully parted like the red sea when the reborn Saiyan resoundingly landed, spraying dust everywhere. The airheaded couple remained entirely oblivious to the scene they created with their seemingly spontaneous materialization right in front of U.A.'s doorstep, some even taking out their phones to clip the two when Mina drew him into another kiss.
"I'll never get tired of that," Mina sighed in heavenly bliss, slipping from Goku's arms like a penguin sliding down a slope of ice. Another grin took shape on her face as she tangled her slender arms around Goku's.
"You bet!" Goku agreed, an illuminating glow of bright appreciation flaring behind his eyes, "Flying's the best."
Mina's lips puckered out in a sulky fashion, "Aw, man! It sucks that I can't learn it." Goku snickered sympathetically, causing Mina to petulantly stamp her feet like a child throwing a temper tantrum, "It's not funny! I wanna fly, too!"
Goku leaned away from her slightly, one palm held up in a placating manner, "Don't worry, Mina. I'll take you flying anytime you want."
"You better," The pink-skinned girl mock-glared at him with her puppy-eyed dog fury, increasing Goku's humourous discomfort.
They ambled up to the steps leading to U.A.'s doorway, where they were greeted by Mina's new, almost unseen friend cloaked in her usual auto-invisibility save her uniform, reflecting amazement in her posture.
"Wow," She said, jogging on the spot like an excited bunny, "Were you two flying, Mina-chan, Sonny?"
"Hey, Toru-chan!" Mina bubbled, running up to her friend and happily hugging her, "Yeah, we flew all the way here. Isn't it cool?!" She sighed theatrically, throwing her head back and propping the back of her hand on her forehead, "It's just another feature to one of Goku-chan's many abilities. He's too cool, isn't he?"
"Wow," The spirit entity-like girl said in a long, breathless whisper, "Your Quirk can do so much, Sonny. You'll be a pro hero in no time."
"Yeah, I guess," Goku laughed uneasily, caressing the back of his neck. Mina snickered.
"Oh, yeah," That reminded Hagakure, "Did you guys see the media out front?"
Mina blinked, "Media?"
Hagakure pointed a sleeve in the direction of the front gates, now sealed off, "They were just out there hounding everyone they could about All Might-sensei." She dropped her arm, "They tried to get in but since they don't have ID cards, the security walls stopped them."
Mina slumped, "Aw, I wanted to be on camera."
Goku nonchalantly wrapped his arms behind his head, "What's the big deal about being on TV?"
"Maybe not for you!" Mina whined, flapping her arms about as though they were wings, "I wanna be on TV!"
Goku laughed at her antics, drawing puffed cheeks of an adorably pouty frown from her. She continuously hit his chest like softly beating a drum, "It's not funny!" Goku's laughter lowered to sheepish titters, though his amused smile remained, "Meanie."
The pair joined Hagakure on her trek to their homeroom class, nonchalantly gliding arm in arm across U.A.'s laminated floors. They stepped through Class A's massive doorway, Bakugo instantly averting a subdued frown away from Goku the instance his normally ferocious gaze found its way to Goku's distinctive hedgehog-like hairstyle. Interestingly enough, his feet weren't hiked up on the surface of his desk like Iida had been trying to reprimand him about on their first day.
"Hey, Sonny!~" Goku perked up at the cheerful welcoming, finding the thunder-named boy approaching him with an aura of goodwill, "What's happening?"
"Yo, Kaminari-kun!" Goku flared his own friendly shroud, vacating Mina's side to embrace his new buddy, "S'up?"
"You were insane yesterday!" Kaminari gushed, leaving the bro hug and swinging an arm around Goku's shoulder, "Hey, what do you think we're doing today?"
"Dunno."
"Whatever we're doing today, I hope I can team up with you this time," Kaminari grinned, "It'll be fun to be carried."
"Hey, don't go using Goku-chan as your own personal taxi," Ashido said, a hint of warning in her voice. A grin. "That's reserved for me."
"Ashido, don't be mean! I wanna use the Son express, too!"
"Too bad!~ The Goku express is an Ashido family exclusive!"
"…But everyone uses me as a charger on the regular," Kaminari mumbled, a downcast cloud of despondency hanging over him. Goku's palm hugging his shoulder-blade accompanied by a sympathetic smile were little comforts.
The distinctive heavy footsteps of bored indifference as though the Kakashi-like sensei was trudging through quicksand plodded into the classroom, preceding the whooshing sound of the sliding door, "Alright. Settle down." The shaggy-haired sensei had clearly drilled his point about being rational into their psyches in the first two days because by the time he reached his desk everyone was already tucked into their seats, "Good." He mumbled indistinctly, "We'll be going to discuss a matter of great importance today."
Nearly the entire class tensed, dozens of simultaneous gulps audible in the deathly quiet air Aizawa's no-nonsense demeanour had created. Is this gonna be another test with the threat of expulsion? - Was the lingering thought casting through the minds of the majority, their sensei's dull gaze hardening in a measure of intent.
His lips parted again.
"You need to decide who'll be the Class Representative among yourselves."
A great exhale of relief dispelled from their mouths, tension being drained like gas in a hot air balloon.
'Oh, it's just normal school stuff.'
The implications that this wasn't just a normal school thing but a great honour that potentially came with the reward of being scouted by a hero agency should one of them be chosen to lead the class immediately dawned on them like being heavily doused with water in an amusement park ride. Nearly everyone exploded to their feet in palpable excitement, hiking their arms up and aggressively insisting they should be the one to carry the mettle of Class representative.
The only ones not joining with the festivities were the only tieless boys in the class Goku and Bakugo and the reserve students in Midoriya, Todoroki, Tokoyami, Koda and Shoji. Goku and Midoriya were watching their friends in warm and sheepish amusement respectively and the other four was just too shy or reclusive in nature to be up and arms, shouting like lunatics.
Bakugo, interestingly enough, fell in neither camp. Where he normally would've been right up there screaming with the majority that he was the only fitting choice out of these "extras" to lead the class, this time he just grumped in his seat in moody indifference to it all.
A silence thundered among them at Iida's commanding voice, "Quiet everyone! It's true that you all want to be Class Representative but I believe the Class Rep should be someone we can all come to a consensus with. That is why I propose we hold a presidential election. Whoever has the most votes will then be selected as Class Representative." Iida's shaking body of barely contained excitement totally betrayed his intentions.
'It's so obvious you want us to vote for you.'
"We barely know each other," Asui perked up, propping a finger on her chin.
"Yeah, I mean everyone will just vote for themselves," Kirishima remarked.
Iida pushed up his glasses, a gleam frogging over one of his lenses, "Precisely. That is why the person who manages to accumulate the most votes in these circumstances must surely be the most suitable for the job," He argued. Seeing unconvincing eyes cast upon him, he turned to their sensei for support, "What do you think, sensei?"
"I don't care as long as you decide before homeroom class is over," Aizawa intoned, snuggling into his sleeping bag and propping himself on the floor.
"Thank you very much, sensei!"
Papers were quickly passed around in short order. Goku just scribbled Mina's name on his sheet of paper just out of habit and principle. They'd always voted for each other in these kinds of things all throughout Elementary and Middle school and he didn't see why that should change now. He folded his vote in a neat square and slotted it into a box Iida had pulled out and placed on Aizawa's desk before sauntering back to his own, shooting Mina's cheeky grin one of his own. He then passed out on his desk, counting bowls of delicious delicacies where other, normal people would count sheep.
He couldn't wait for lunch. Lunch Rush had easily become his favourite hero bar none, being one of the only two alongside Mina's mom who could match his ex-wife's delectable cooking.
Sadly, he was disturbed by his peaceful slumber by Mina's lithe, pink finger rapping against his muscled arm. Peering a lazy eye at her bashful expression, he peeled his spiky head off the cushion of his arms.
"Um, Goku-chan." She said, pointing to the blackboard where the total votes were tallied. Goku tiredly scanned the scores starting from the bottom, gaze widening when he didn't find his name anywhere past the row of ones.
Katsuki Bakugo – 0
Koda Koji – 0
Iida Tenya – 0
Hagakure Toru – 0
Asui Tsuyu – 0
Uraraka Ochaco - 0
Todoroki Shoto - 0
Midoriya Izuku – 1
Ashido Mina – 1
Sero Hanta – 1
Kirishima Eijiro – 1
Kaminari Denki - 1
Aoyama Yuga – 1
Sato Rikido – 1
Shoji Mozo – 1
Jiro Kyoka – 1
Ojiro Masahiro – 1
Tokoyami Fumikage – 1
Yaoyorozu Momo – 2
Son Goku – 5
Goku slowly straightened, "That's a big number." In comparison to everyone else. Even Yaoyorozu's two had been completely dwarfed by Goku's five. That was a shame because if it weren't for Mina, Goku would've voted for her. Given her supreme intelligence, she was easily the most fitting for the job in his mind.
"No kidding," Mina nodded.
Goku held his chin thoughtfully, "Wonder how I got that many votes," He tucked his arms behind his head, chortling away, "I didn't even vote for myself."
A teasing smirk pulled across Mina's face, "What can I say? I guess you're more popular than you thought."
"Yeah, I guess," Goku rubbed the space between his bottom lip and nostrils, snickering. Hearing Yaoyorozu politely clear her throat from where she stood in front of the class drew Goku to his feet. "Coming!~" He bubbled, sauntering beside her before crossing his arms, smiling widely, "Thanks, guys! I'll do my best."
Yaoyorozu felt a comforting presence embrace her by the boy's quiet confidence, "How reassuring." She said softly, giving him an enchanting smile.
"So it's decided. The class rep will be Son and the deputy will be Yaoyorozu," Aizawa intoned, peeking up from under the desk.
"You know, this might not be so bad," Asui offered.
Kirishima pumped a fist, "Yeah! With Son's brawns and Yaoyorozu's brains, they'll be unstoppable."
"The brains and the brawns, huh?" Sato repeated contemplatively.
"They got this!" Mina insisted enthusiastically.
Lunch Break
"Boy, that hit the spot!" Goku exclaimed happily, picking his teeth for any loose bits of leftover morsels. His new friend goggled emphatically at seven emptied and thoroughly greasy trays all sprawled out on the rectangular white table they sat beside in the cafeteria, green bushes shading every seat.
"It's like your stomach's a black hole," Kaminari whispered.
He still sounded absolutely spooked from seeing yet another display of colossal eating prowess, a shade of navy blue cladding his sweaty visage.
Goku winked, grin still etched across his face, "You'll get used to it." He whipped out his phone to snap a quick picture of his finished feast, attaching it to an earlier one he had Kaminari take of him when precariously and skilfully balancing all his trays of succulent food on his arms and head. To this very second, Kaminari didn't know how even one didn't fall off. He always knew martial artists had an impeccable balance from old kung fu movies he had seen throughout the years, but that was ridiculous.
The action of Goku taking a triumphant photo of his completed meal reminded Kaminari about what he proposed while snapping a picture of Goku carrying all seven of his trays, "Oh, yeah. You said you had Chatter, right?"
"Uh-huh. That's right." Goku said, wrapping his hands behind his head, "Didn't know I had so many followers."
Kaminari caught Goku's good vibes, "What's your AT?" He smirked, removing his own smartphone.
Goku had to check by looking at his profile, scratching his head in befuddlement, "Um. The Monkey King99," He laughed, "The monkey king was taken."
"Nice! Went with your Quirk, huh? I'm the same!" The lightning teenager exclaimed, logging into Chatter and typing in Goku's username in the search bar.
"Mina's the one who thought of it," Goku explained, casting to look to where he could see his fiancée conversing with the girls at another table. A girl needed some girl time as she put it. "Hers is Alien Queen99."
Kaminari nodded, clicking on Goku's profile. An impressed whistle left his lips, "Shittttt. 3k followers, huh. Not bad, Son." He hit the follow button, lighting it up in a yellow glow, a sheepish smile crossing his lips, "I only have 1k."
Goku checked his notifications, ignoring the long list of complimentary messages from random users either sucking up to him, begging for a follow back or doing both in some form or another and hit the blue notice titled 'The Lightning EmperorOG followed you.' A picture of Kaminari striking a pose in his hero costume flashed up on screen. He ignored the self-proclaimed thunder god's bio and simply followed him, earning a smile from the boy.
A flaring light abruptly shaded the entire area, instantly birthing entry to a thunderous blare drumming in everyone's ears. Everyone stared in horror, instantly shooting to their feet as though they had been ejected. An automated voice of a recorded A.I. only exacerbated their disquiet.
Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Evacuate the premises in a single file.
"What the hell's going on!" Kaminari screeched, blanching, "How'd someone break into U.A.?"
Goku steadily rose in contrast to the haste around him, "Dunno." A small spark of excitement vastly at odds with the panicked states of the other students began to ignite in the pit of his stomach, "But I'm getting excited."
Kaminari paled further, looking at Goku as though his Quirk had randomly disappeared on the spot. "Uh, I think we should get going," He tried, nervously gesticulating to a very cramped hallway, "I mean, the teachers can handle this, right?"
Goku wasn't deterred in any way, smirk remaining attached to his visage as he followed Kaminari to the exit, "Right."
Pandemonium was in full swing, limbs and bodies crashed together like a pack of sardines as hordes of panicked students aggressively pushed against each other in a desperate attempt to escape the building first. Some were even being crushed against the window.
"Holy hell!" Kaminari exclaimed, standing safely at the edge of the mass of rampaging students, "It's like a warzone!"
Goku frowned angrily, "Those fools! They're gonna hurt each other if they carry on!" He warned, pressing a finger in between his closing eyes, "What's got them so rallied up?" It couldn't have been a dangerous bad guy. A quick scan with his Ki-sensing ability revealed there was no one stronger than them around save for the teachers, though he did sense a plethora of gathered energy signatures all bunched together in front of his homeroom teacher's.
He jerked his head to the window, eyes widening to see a crowd of journalists led by a lady in a dark blue business suit with a high skirt holding a microphone toward a dismissive Aizawa, 'They must be those media guys Hagakure-san was talkin' about.' How they got in was a question for another time (he could see the crumbled remnants of the steel barrier in the school's gates). Right now, he had to take action to calm everyone down.
"Uh, Son?" Kaminari perked up, seeing the hardening of resolve masking his latest Chatter follower's usually happy face. He jolted in surprise when Goku lifted his entire body off the ground, telekinesis style, and began to float overhead of the crowded students, "Whoa! What the shit! You're flying!"
Kaminari's exclamation seemed to have been the catalyst for everyone's reaction. They quietened and froze at once, looking on in awe at the first-year levitating and moving toward the exit sign of the door in a casual drift like a balloon floating in the air. Iida stopped whatever he was planning with Uraraka to grace the young man he regarded so highly with his full attention.
When Goku, at last, reached the endpoint, he swerved in mid-air to face the watching eyes, taking a deep intake of air to imbue his voice with all the authority of a king, "Everyone, calm down and listen! It's those media guys out there!" He slammed out an arm, casting wary gazes in the direction he was gesturing toward, "They just got in somehow, I dunno! Just leave them to the teachers and stop worrying before someone gets hurt!"
"Hey, he's right!"
"It's only the media!"
"What were we scared about?"
"The media aren't scary!"
"Flying's cool!"
"His Quirk is awesome!"
Their rapidly beating hearts simmered in relief and their mystified gazes of awe soon turned to ones of illuminating admiration.
Iida smiled somewhere in the crowd of the now organized students. They stood in neat, lined rows in front of the levitating Son Goku as though he were a messenger of God sent down from the heavens for this very purpose, 'As expected of Son-sama. Your charisma is most admirable. It's why I chose to cast my vote to you after all."
Goku sighed, his demeanour of happy goofball resuming.
"And now that's taken care of, I'm gonna go for seconds."
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Omake
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Yesterday - End of the Day - Midoriya and Bakugo
"Kacchan, wait!"
Kacchan wasn't in the mood for chit-chat following the end of the day. He had been downright inconsolable since his utter landslide of a defeat at the hands of that freakishly powerful boy, brooding to himself for the rest of the day from then onward. He stormed out of the class as soon as the final bell went off, not caring for whatever that damned Deku had to say.
As such it didn't come to any surprise when Bakugo turned his head over his shoulder to cast him a dark look of barely bottled-up annoyance, "What?" He growled out lowly. It was the darkest glower he had ever been presented with and it drew a big flinch from him.
He knew he would have to tread carefully to avoid triggering Bakugo's pent-up wrath, poising himself with a steady breath under the settling sun of the orange-hued sky, "I wasn't tricking you." He said, his childhood friend saying nothing, hands wedged in his pockets and posture slouched, "Someone gave me this power."
He perked up, a brow raising out of interest.
"But I can't tell you so please don't ask!" Midoriya hurried, waving his palms frantically. He quickly calmed, holding one out and gazing into its lines as though it bore all the answers of life, "I know it sounds crazy. It's like something out of a comic book, except it's actually real. I was recently given this power ten months ago by someone I admire but I can't control it yet." He balled his hand, whether out of frustration or determination, he didn't know, "That's why I couldn't use my Quirk today. The backlash is too much for my body to handle."
This time he did squeeze his eyes shut out of exasperation but reopened them with newfound resolve, steel meeting astonishment head-on, "That's why I'm training every day with Son-kun," He lifted the sleeve of his uniform to flash Bakugo one of his weighty rings, "So I can make this borrowed power my own! Then, I'll beat you with my own power!"
Bakugo's gaping bug-eyed look of sheer bewilderment fully dawned on him. He returned that wide-eyed look of surprise, 'Oh crap! What am I saying? I just wanted to say I wasn't tricking him!' How did he end up giving him a declaration of war?
"Borrowed power?" He spat, acid seeping from every syllable, "Don't make me laugh! Just say what you really wanna say!" The emotional walls he had built up in an invincible shroud he had imbued himself with was being decimated by a wave of emotions like a tsunami smashing through a dam and yet, he kept going, "I got humiliated! That's what you wanna hear, right?! I couldn't beat him! I couldn't even hurt him!" He bellowed, tossing his head back and shielding his watery gaze with his arm, "Shit! Shit! Shit! It's like I was fighting All Might! Everything I did had no effect on him! Even my best attack did nothing!" He unleashed an anguished yell, partly lowering his head and peeking at Midoriya's silent look of contemplation, "Is this what it's like to be you?"
Midoriya could only give him a look of empathy, which no doubt infuriated the life of him. He got it. Maybe it was because they had known each other for eleven years at this point, but Midoriya totally understood Bakugo's plight. All the praises and admiration he had been spoon-fed since manifesting his Quirk has had the adverse effect of piling pressure onto his young shoulders; pressure that he must keep being the very best of his age group or else he was nothing; just a worthless person. In other words –
A Deku.
The exact thing he had always ridiculed Midoriya for being he now was in comparison to Son's immense power.
Having spent most of his life looking down at others as pebbles or bugs just made having karma thrown in his face like hot coffee a very bitterly frustrating feeling. He felt like dirt.
Bakugo tried wiping his eyes, but it was all for nought. The dam of bravado that he had surrounded himself with had long since been shattered, "Just you watch, Deku! I'm going to surpass that bastard and climb higher and higher, so high I won't even be able to see that damn clown!" He glared at Midoriya as rivulets of white-hot tears continuously leaked from the tips of his eyes.
At last, he turned away from him, slouching further and resheathing his hands, "Just watch, damn Deku! I'm going to surpass that clown and be the best! He won't humiliate me again!"
As he walked away, Midoriya finally let go of the bated breath he had been holding in. He was then frightened out of his skin when a rapid cloud of dust billowed past him, galloping straight to Bakugo, "Young Bakugo!" The muscled form of Midoriya's predecessor materialized behind Bakugo, palms on his shoulders.
All Might had attempted to console the boy, but as was par, Bakugo remained inconsolable, giving his icon a scathing glare before slouching away. All Might soon after turned his attention to Midoriya, gently reprimanding him for revealing their secret when Midoriya admitted partly spilling the beans on the secrets of his Quirk to his childhood friend. Midoriya wasn't the type to betray a promise (he hadn't even told his mom about their inheritance power) so he must have felt typically remorseful to Bakugo. Besides, Bakugo didn't seem to believe him anyway.
As he watched Bakugo saunter away, he felt his resolve sharpen, 'Kacchan may not have acknowledged me yet but I'm going to do whatever it takes to beat him and Son-kun.'
So he can achieve his dream of being the number one hero.
Kaminari is a Getbackers fan. I know this in my heart. No one can convince me otherwise. He and Ginji are spiritual brothers.
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