"Alright, here it is ladies and gentlemen, the final event of this Tournament!" Stain watched in disgust the large screen, standing atop a roof. Look at them, those future Heroes being taught that fame was the real aim of their training, that they were competing with each other for a place in the spotlight. Those fools that had created the Sports Festival had made a mockery of heroism and-
"... and for Match number four, Tenya Iida and Hatsume Mei will face Masutaro Sako and Tooru Hagakure!"
He looked away. No way he would cheer for the kids. They were just people he had trained, nothing more, and he was on the hunt. He didn't have time for…
"Match seven, Izuku Midoriya and Himiko Shimura versus Sen Kaibara and Kosei Tsuburaba!"
Alright maybe he could watch just ten more minutes.
-x-
Endeavor groaned. Another day, another headache. Wake up, walk out of the room, see that Shoto already left so your plan to walk him to school has failed once again, reach UA, look for Shoto, fail to find him – he probably got lost, he is definitely not avoiding you – give up, try to go upstairs, see All Might doing the same, refuse to be second to arrive at the upper stands, accelerate to surpass him, trip, fall down the stairs- Anyway, then you made it back to the stands, and watched your son make a mockery of himself on national tv by only using half is power and systematically lose because, surprise surprise, half his power isn't enough against people that are going all out.
'Oh but dad, is not like even if I dislike the way you raised me I can try to do my best and be mature, nooooo, I have to suck ass at this stupid Tournament.' He grumbled. Oh, Shoto thought his teenage rebellion was really smart with the whole 'only mom's ice', except that his body wasn't as cold resistant as T- as other childrens of his was, so if he didn't use the flame, he quickly became a teenage angst sized popsicle.
And granted, unlike what Shoto seemed to think, Endeavor knew he had fucked up during Shoto's upbringing. Punching in the gut a five-year-old was not a healthy exercise and slapping his mother in front of them is probably a good way to not build any solid relationship with your children.
But you can't make an omelet without cracking a couple eggs, right? Only in this case an omelet was his son, and the couple eggs were his ribs and family.
Nope. No regrets right there. He had done what he had to. He had lost too much to stop raising Shoto to become the next Number One. It wasn't like he woke up in the middle of the night sometimes and just sat there wondering about a better world where things hadn't gone horribly wrong after he had decided to deny his eldest son's request one too many time. He knew he had to push his younger son forward at all costs now, because otherwise everything had been for nothing.
No, Endeavor had never heard of sunk cost fallacy, and he refused to admit otherwise.
He sighed, pushing the thoughts away for later, when they could haunt him with the memories of what he wanted his life to be, and looked at the screen.
"First match! Reiko Yanagi and Kodai Yui vs Katsuki Bakugo and Momo Yaoyorozu!"
Katsuki Bakugo… Not a name he had ever heard, but the teen had been annoyingly ahead of Shoto for the whole game. Second in the race, and so dancer in the second event.
"Second match! Hanta Sero and Denki Kaminari versus Shoto Todoroki and Ochaco Uraraka!"
He heard a distinct 'Oh come on!' from the teens assembled in front of the screen, and it didn't take a genius to figure out who had shouted that. Tape and electricity wouldn't really be useful against ice and fire, assuming his son had finally finished with his childish rebellion.
Maybe he should go encourage him?
'Yes, that is a good idea. I'm sure seeing his father is exactly what Shoto needs to realize the error of his ways, and I can also ensure this Uraraka is planning to help his progress.'
That decision taken, he stood up and started walking down the stairs. It was time for some more parenting.
-x-
"Third, Hiryu Rin and Itsuka Kendo facing Fumikage Tokoyami and Mezo Shoji."
"Bwahahahah, are you prepared to savor the taste of defeat, class 1-A?!" Monoma asked, "I'm sure all of you feel so wea- why are there only two of you?" He asked, staring at the noticeably empty 1-A stands.
"Because mom and dad are assholes." Mineta muttered.
"Well, it's because there are eighteen of us on the field, mon amie." Aoyama added more helpfully, "I'm sure a lot of you are there as well though, right?"
He whipped his head around and started to count. Eighteen of Class 1-A against nine of Class 1-B were in the tournament?! That was double the people!
"W-Well, I'm sure all of your classmates will be beaten and then the tournament will include only 1-B and the other departments. And then we will win! Mwahahahah!"
"Did you really just spell out loud the 'Mwa' in 'Mwahahahah'?"
"I- That's not the point!"
Mineta blinked a few times, before slowly nodding, "…I guess. But you say all 1-B students will pass to the second round?"
"Yes!"
Mineta grinned, "Well, then at least one 1-A student will make it too."
"Wh-"
"Fifth round! Kyoka Jiro and Kinoko Komori vs Asui Tsuyu and Pony Tsunotori."
"See- where did he go?" Mineta asked.
"He's here." A guy with black hair said, pointing at the ground, "He fainted when he heard 1-A and 1-B were teaming up."
"Betrayal…" An annoying voice gurgled from the ground, "Treason…"
-x-
"Sixth: Ibara Shiozaki and Juzo Honenuki vs Hitoshi Shinso and Hana Shindo."
'Good luck Shinso, I think you will need it.' Ojiro thought as the seventh match was called, which left him and Manga in the eighth. Which meant…
"Eighth and final match: Mina Ashido and Eijiro Kirishima vs Mashirao Ojiro and Manga Fukidashi." Midnight called.
Yep, vs the Hero Course.
He looked toward Shinso.
'Wish me luck.' He expressed with his eyes.
Shinso rolled his own.
'Come oooon.'
Shinso sighed.
Nothing happened.
"Say something!"
"What? I did!" Shinso shouted back defensively.
"How was I supposed to know!"
"I expressed it with the look I sent you!"
"I'm not a psychic, how could anyone tell from a look what another person is thinking?!"
Shinso facepalmed with one hand and flipped him the bird with the other. Ojiro shook his head. Poor, poor Shinso. He really needed someone to explain to him what being friends was all about.
Manga's head text turned into a question mark.
"Nothing, just having a talk with a good friend. Also, why aren't you talking."
"I'm trying to save my voice as much as possible." Manga replied, before adding a thumb up in his balloon.
"… If that's so, can't you just make what you want to say appear in the balloon?"
The balloon read 'Only short sentences'.
"Oh. That's still cool."
A smily face with a wink appeared on it.
'Man, Quirks are really weird.' Ojiro thought, 'Except mine, I guess. It's just a big tail.'
-x-
"Alright everyone, Dabi is finished crying and Kurogiri is finished cleaning the blood..." Compress stated.
"I'm so proud of them. Is this what it's like to have kids? I thought it involved a lot more shouting and fire…" Dabi said, looking once again at the points of the DDR machines.
"Can it." The man whispered, before turning to the crowd and putting his top hat down on the counter, upside down, "So, we have prepared the betting pool. Remember how this works, everyone puts in the money and writes down the winners. The people that guess right split the wins."
The people around nodded and grabbed the piece of paper and pen Kurogiri had provided, setting themselves in an orderly line as they wrote down their bet and put a few thousand yen each inside. With a satisfied smile, Compress watched the festival progress.
"You know, Dabi, isn't this a bit risky?"
"What is?"
"The whole… Festival thing. For Himiko and Masutaro I mean."
Dabi shrugged, "I mean, they don't really look like themselves. That's what the whole masquerade is for."
"Their Quirks are unique."
"Compress, Masutaro makes gas and Himiko transforms, those are as 'unique' as people having fire Quirks. At most people will call it a weird coincidence."
Compress considered his words, "… I guess you are right. Though, the ice and fire Quirk is pretty unique, don't you think?"
Dabi frowned, "It's overrated."
"You think?"
"Yes."
"Seems pretty good to me…"
"It's not! It's fucking overrated, and if you say otherwise you have no taste!" Dabi shouted, punching the table, before turning away sulking.
"Sheesh, alright." Compress grinned, "You know what you need for that hot temper of yours?"
"Compress I swear…"
"You need to chill."
Dabi flipped him the bird.
-x-
"Alright everyone, here comes match number one!" Present Mic shouted. Momo looked around as she prepared to walk on the stage.
"So, the plan is for you to enter the ring first and then call me in for Team or Tag, correct?" She asked Bakugo.
"Ah! I won't need help for this one! I will just blow them all away!"
"I'm not sure that's the spirit of the exercise…"
"But I'm sure I can win!" He declared, and Momo sighed. Yeah, that was pretty much what she expected. Bakugo was very endearing when he was not competing – or at least that was her personal impression – but she could tell he was extremely competitive.
Well, she was learning a lot about him. That was good.
"Uhm… I kinda need to show off too. You know, for the agencies…"
Bakugo paused, stopping his rant. "Right. Uhm. Whatever, if I need to switch or h-he-help" He shivered, like saying the word had physically hurt him, "I'll ask. Won't happen, but I'll keep it in mind."
Momo sighed again. Alright, alright, small steps.
She had checked all of her romance stories. Bakugo was a classic delinquent – though a peculiar one – and she knew how those characters worked in fiction. I mean, this was real life, but those had to be at least a bit accurate, right? She just had to make sure she was right about him. Following Himiko's suggestion that Izuku had just clicked for her once she figured out what she liked about him, Momo had started to work on her own 'reasons why I like- I think I like- I find him attractive' vs 'Reasons I would actually date him'.
Right now one side was fairly full. 'Bakugo is built like a brick wall and that makes anyone hot attractive, except maybe Mineta', 'Bakugo's hair are nice in this wild sort of way', or 'He actually read the manga I suggested'.
The second was, unfortunately, pretty empty. 'We had a good time at the movie once' and a repetition with 'He read the manga I suggested despite the fact I was a total stranger' were a bit on the short side.
That said, she was willing to see if this maybe sorta crush she had developed went somewhere. If it didn't… Well, it was still a lesson.
Ugh, teenage love was complicated…
But right now, she had to focus on the Tournament.
"From Class 1-A, the duo of brain and brawn! A genius that can create anything and a bomb in human form! Momo Yaoyorozu and Katsuki Bakugo!" Professor Yamada shouted as they entered the field. The ring itself was shaped like an octagon, covered on all sides by a blue drape with the blue of UA with various repetitions of the yellow school symbols and surrounded by ropes like a wrestling ring. Strangely, Momo noticed that the arena itself was slightly elevated, something noticeable only where the short stairs to step on the ring met the drapes on the side of the structure. There was definitely a space underneath.
Bakugo stepped on the ring. "Good luck Bakugo." She said. He turned, probably to say something arrogant, but then stopped and instead just gave her a thumb up.
Odd.
His opponent was the girl called Reiko Yanagi. The girl seemed very focused, and Momo wondered why. She looked at Yui with a nod.
"Begin!" Midnight shouted, and Bakugo rushed forward, aiming for Reiko with an explosion.
Then a metal chair hit him in the temple.
"Ouch! The fuck?!" He looked to his left, dodging a second attack from the flying chair, and Momo dashed to the left as well, in time to see Yui emerge from under the ring, open her hand to reveal a miniature chair, toss it in Bakugo's general direction, and then releasing her Quirk, the chair returning back to normal for Reiko to control.
Momo blinked, then knelt and stared under the draping. A full host of chairs, ladders, trash cans complete with the lid and folding tables rested there, just waiting to be picked up.
"Miss Midnight, what is this?!"
"Oh, did I forget to mention this is a Wrestling Tag Team Tournament?" She winked, "Silly me."
"But how did she know?!" Momo pointed at Kodai.
"I like wrestling." She deadpanned.
-x-
"The chair, hit him with the chair!" Tomura shouted, slamming his fist on his thigh. "Yesssss…"
"You are… really into this." Crust commented, "I mean, I understand what Nedzu is doing, preparing the children to fight opponents that will do anything to win. Why, I got several concussions from tables and trash cans in my younger days. But still, you seem to be having more fun than usual."
"What can I say, this is very cathartic- Use that fucking trash can like you mean it!" He cheered, "Like that!"
-x-
Bakugo growled as a trash can slammed in his face. Oh yes, let's give them an unlimited supply of weapons, I'm sure this won't make those extras annoying as fuck. "Yaoyorozu, give me something here!" He shouted, before making another incoming chair explode.
Then one hit him in the leg, and he turned to see it had been tossed by Yaoyorozu herself.
"Why did you throw a chair at me?!"
"I don't know what I'm supposed to do!"
"I can tell!"
"What is that supposed to- Trash can!"
"Fuck no!" He turned around and slammed his exploding hand on the incoming trash can lid, sending it flying back toward Reiko, only for the girl to toss it aside with her stupid telekinetic powers. "Give me something better!" He shouted.
"You want a ladder?"
"Yes, I need to change a lightbulb and- Give me a fucking container for my sweat, do I need to spell it out?!"
"Yes! We didn't go through battle plans- chair!"
Bakugo ducked. Uh, yeah, he hadn't really thought he needed a battle plan. To be fair to him, he had only found out they had given unlimited ammo to a telekinetic bitch moments ago. "Yeah, right! We'll do that! Can I have a container now?!"
She quickly created and tossed to him ten containers, and Bakugo quickly filled one before tossing it. The crude object exploded midair, and the shrapnel flew down toward Reiko. The girl blocked it with the floating objects, but Bakugo used that opening to rush in and open both hands in front of her face.
"Die-"
"Tag."
"Fuck!" He turned around, changing the direction of the explosion at the last moment and completely annihilating a falling chair.
"What the hell, were you really going to hit me with that?"
"You could take it." Bakugo growled.
"You…" She grumbled walking off the stage, Yui taking his place. The girl with black hair stared down at Bakugo as he slowly took his place once again.
"Any last word?" Bakugo asked as the fight begun once again, and he run in close.
"Yes." She replied, tossing something at him. "Folding table."
"Folding wha-" Bakugo stopped as he run face first into the flat of a folding table that hadn't been there a moment before.
Bakugo snarled and then grabbed the table, planting his hands on both ends, and then fired. The table flew toward Yui flatly. The girl rolled to the side to dodge it, but Bakugo was on her… until Yui tossed something else. He maneuvered out of the way of the object, which turned out to be a trash can, and then grabbed her by her gym suit's neck.
"So, have you done the Quirk Assessment Test?"
"You wouldn't."
"Die!" He replied, and then tossed the girl using an explosion to propel her. She landed far beyond the ropes, rolling on the grass.
"You son of a bitch!" She shouted as she stood back up, her hair completely covered in grass and dirt.
"We have a winner!" Present Mic announced.
"Fucking wrestling." Bakugo growled. He sighed, stepping down the stairs and walking up to Yaoyorozu. "As for you…"
"Yes?"
"Thank you." He growled out, walking off, Yaoyorozu following behind. For some reason, he didn't feel like berating the girl for the mistake. He scoffed. Of course he didn't, she wasn't an extra like the others, she was helpful at least. "Now come on, we need to talk about the second round!"
-x-
"So, what did you think?" Uraraka asked as her and her new buddy walked toward the Arena.
"Well, they were better than I expected." Todoroki admitted, and she grinned.
"Good! If we win, offer me another plate." She said, before frowning, "Or maybe rich boy can offer me something better. I like meat and mochi."
"Sure. I think there is a restaurant nearby, we could go there for dinner after the Festival." Todoroki monotonously replied.
Uraraka's brain froze to a painful halt all at once, before it rebooted accompanied by Windows XP noises – yes, her dad's pc was that old, get off her case - and she turned to him, "A-Are y-you ask-k-k-k-k-ing me o-out?!"
"Mh? You said I had to offer you another plate if we win."
"W-Well yes b-b-b-but I didn't mean…"
"Shotoooooo!" A towering man interrupted them, appearing from behind a corner further down the corridor, looking straight ahead. He had clearly run all the way there, Uraraka noticed, since he was panting slightly, but he must have stopped running right before the corner.
"Oh god…" Shoto looked left and right quickly, before spotting a trashcan, "If he asks, I was never here." He said, before jumping in the trashcan, "Ew, who eats ice cream inside an Arena…"
"Shotoo- You, girl, have you seen Shoto Todoroki?!" He asked. Uraraka yelped.
"Uhm… No?"
"Aren't you his teammate?"
"N-No, you are confusing me with Yui Kodai!" She replied.
"No, I'm sure Yui Kodai wasn't his teammate."
Uraraka froze, "I-I mean, I am Yui Kodai, and you are looking for Ochaco Uraraka!"
"And Yui Kodai is out of bounds!" Present Mic shouted, the Arena cheering. Endeavor stared at her.
"… Uuuuh, it seems I am out of bounds and I just lost the Tournament?"
"Where is he?!"
"In the trashcan!" She pointed, terrified.
Shoto sighed, stepping up, grabbing a handkerchief to clean ice cream from his clothes.
"Sorry Todoroki…"
"You gave it your best shot."
"Shoto!" The hulking man that was Endeavor pointed his finger toward his son, "Cease with this foolish rebellion!"
"No."
"Oh come on! You keep losing because of it, can't you see that at least?!" His father waved his hand, "I don't care if you are angry at me, I might deserve it a bit…" Shoto rolled his eyes, "But this is ridiculous! How are you supposed to win this Tournament, by literally half-assing it to the end?!"
"I don't need your fire."
The old man grimaced, before pointing at Uraraka. "You!" He said, "You are his teammate, right?"
"Y-Yes mister Child Abuse- I mean Child Abuse- I mean Child Abuse- I mean Endeavor!" She gasped, "Sorry, that wasn't intentional."
"It was accurate though." Shoto mumbled.
Endeavor blinked for a moment, "Oh, that. No, that was me just training my son. Nothing of the sort, but I don't expect you to grasp the details. Anyway," He raised his hand to stop Uraraka from replying. Fucking rude. "Can you tell my son he should use his fire?"
"W-Why?"
"Because otherwise you are both going to lose."
"Well, I'm sure your son knows what's best." Uraraka replied.
Endeavor shook his head, "He clearly doesn't. Look, I'm saying this for you both. To him because he will end up hurting himself if he keeps only using his ice part of his Quirk, and to you because… Well you probably won't win without my son's fire, I don't think your duo is strong enough."
Won't win.
Don't think your duo is strong enough.
'Oh hell no.' Uraraka thought, anger instantly boiling up. She was nice and all, but she despised getting called weak. Uraraka had grown up in the middle of his father's construction company, and she wasn't a pushover.
"Ex-fucking-cuse ya?!" She asked, slipping into her native accent, something she always tried to avoid because it made her sound extremely uncouth, "I'm strong, I'll have ya know, if yer son can't deal with somethin', I sure as fuck can!"
He shrugged, surprisingly unfazed, "It's just advice. My son's victory should be the key objective for your team, given that he has the better Quirk. You can be support, I suppose, but your Quirk definitely isn't Number One material." He considered for a moment, "Excellent for a sidekick, though, my agency could certainly use that."
"Dad…" Shoto snarled.
"Yer right." Uraraka said suddenly, both Todorokis staring at her for the sudden turn, "Know what, let's shake hands, why doncha? Ta prove we agree a Todoroki needs his head outta his ass." She said, extending her hand.
Confused but pleased, Endeavor moved his hand forward, shaking the girl's. Uraraka grinned. "Gotcha."
And then Endeavor started to float. "What?!" He shouted. Uraraka smirked. The old 'trick 'em and float 'em' always worked. She usually used it against the people that tried to talk her down in middle school, but she supposed this worked too.
"Bye old man! Let's go Shoto, before he figures out which Todoroki I meant!" Uraraka shouted, dragging a bewildered Shoto away.
"Ohi! Put me down you lunatic!"
"Stay up there and think about what ya did!" She shouted back.
"What did I do?!"
"Yes!"
Uraraka dragged Shoto down several corridors, before she stopped abruptly, pressed her fingers together to release Endeavor, and promptly brought both her hands to her rapidly reddening face. "Oh my god what have I done…"
"Uhm, are you ok?" Shoto asked.
"No! I just… I went full Kansai on him and then I floated the Number Two oh my god I will get expelled-" She started gasping, trying to calm down, "What am I going to tell my parents. I just blew it up. Oh god, and all because I got carried away…" That was when Todoroki put a hand on her shoulder.
"He won't tell anyone." Todoroki replied, "It would embarrass him too much."
"A-Are you sure…"
The intercom suddenly rung.
"Hello, this is Present Mic talking. Can Shoto Todoroki and Ochaco Uraraka come to the stadium RIGHT NOW?!"
Uraraka and Shoto looked at each other.
And then they started to run.
Man that, must have been a difficult run, Shoto realized, because looking at Uraraka and thinking back at what she did to his dad was making his heart race.
-x-
"Alright, here we have Shoto Todoroki and Ochaco Uraraka. Those two were really late, I wonder what they were up to…"
Todoroki sighed. Meeting his dad… Yeah that had upset him a bit. Alright, a lot, but he refused to admit it. He glanced at the arena, where Sero and Kaminari were already waiting for them to show up.
"Ah, here you are guys!" Kaminari waved, "We were getting worried!"
"Sorry…" Uraraka put her hand on the back of her head and started stroking her hair, "We kinda got lost…"
"No problem, let's just start." Sero said, jumping on the field.
"Alright!" Uraraka said, before looking at Todoroki, "Uh, who goes first?"
"I guess I will." Todoroki replied.
Really, he wasn't upset about his dad, he thought as Uraraka gave him a thumb up and stepped aside. Sero grinned.
"Begin!" Midnight shouted.
"Team!" Sero shouted. Kaminari jumped on the ring immediately, and the fight begun. Sero launched his tape, quickly tangling Todoroki and detaching it, before Kaminari grabbed it and launched electricity up the material.
Then Todoroki put a foot down, and a glacier appeared on the field, freezing the opposite half and growing up to the sky, barely missing the stands. He noticed Uraraka's mouth wide open as she stared at him.
Really, he absolutely wasn't angry about his dad. This was just… minor venting.
"S-Sero, K-Kaminari, can you move?" Midnight asked, half frozen.
"I h-hate ca-canon compliance…" Sero said through his frozen teeth.
"What?"
"I said I can't."
Midnight nodded – or she tried, half of her face was frozen solid, "K-Kaminari, it doesn't really matter, but just to check if you are alive?"
"P-Please just end this."
"The winners are Shoto Todoroki and Ochaco Uraraka!" Midninght declared, before glancing at Shoto, "N-Now un-unf-freeze us!"
Todoroki stepped forward and started using his fire to melt the ice, sighing again.
Stupid dad.
-x-
"We have to fight that next." Momo pointed out.
"That fucker is still not using his fire…" Bakugo growled through gritted teeth.
"Isn't that good? For us I mean. We can win this if he only uses his ice. You can break it with your explosions, if he goes for something that big, or I can make something to melt it."
"What, a flamethrower?" Bakugo asked, and his eyes went wide, "You can make a flamethrower?!"
"I did look up how they are made." She replied.
"Aren't those like, against the Geneva Convention or something?"
"W-Well, yes, but that's for use in war. There's nothing against using them for other activities."
"What else can you do with a flamethrower?!"
"Melt ice." Yaoyorozu replied with a deadpan expression. Bakugo grinned.
"… Right. Good plan, but I want to fight him at full strength." Bakugo pointed at the screen, "Look at him! He refuses to use half of his power because of some shitty family history."
"Oh. That's terrible…"
"But he shouldn't! He could even beat me if he didn't hold back half his Quirk, I don't fucking want to win because my opponent thought half strength was good enough! And what kind of Hero holds back anyway? Heroes are people that win all the time, not 'win so long as the enemy accepts them holding back'!"
"So… You want him to stop holding back and use his full power because you think he would be a better Hero?"
"Yes! Once I become Number One, I want to know the Number Two is Number Two because I'm better, not because he is holding back! But right now? Right now, I want him to stop treating me- treating us like we are goddamn extras!"
"Us?"
"Us people that matter." He replied, "Me, Kirishima, Pink Hair… You… Those kinds of people that are actually giving a damn about this!"
Momo looked at the screen. The idea itself was expressed in a brutish way – as one would expect of Bakugo's character type – but she could see the logic in it.
"Alright. Then I will help."
"Great, because I have an idea…"
-x-
"… Third match will begin soon."
"Team Iidaten here, Stain was sighted near the main plaza…"
Stain sighed, standing up. He turned off the radio he was using to listen in to the Heroes' conversations. His plan had worked, and someone had spotted the suspicious looking man standing on top of a water container. Now it was just a matter of setting up the trail for Ingenium to follow.
"From 1-B, Hiryu Rin and Itsuka Kendo…"
He grumbled. Going in now meant he wouldn't know how his students' matches would go.
But he had to keep up his mission…
'Well, I can do both.' He decided, putting on his phone's earbud and turning on the tournament on his radio.
"Oh, and Itsuka Kendo almost hits Shoji, but he calls for Team, allowing Tokoyami to walk on stage and intervene! The fight starts again! And here comes a chair from Itsuka, handed to her by Hiryu-"
Yeah that would work.
Definitely nothing that would get in the way of his mission.
(xx)
Ah, Endeavor, what can I say about you?
A lot actually, not all good things.
I would definitely write him differently if this wasn't a comedy story. I'm mellowing him a fair bit compared to the early manga, but to be fair that's true for a lot of characters in this story. Can't really have a comedy without that, so what I try to hit is more of a middle ground. I still treat Endeavor with the role he has, and if people interact with him they are either intimidated or scared appropriately, but I'm allowed to have fun with it.
Or to make Uraraka angry. Never make Uraraka angry, is like insulting All Might in front of Izuku.
Momo, dear, you are trying. I'll give you that. Maybe Bakugo's harem won't grow anymore and you will actually get a chance to break through his heart.
If it isn't entirely taken by Izuku and Todoroki (/s).
And Stain is doing Stain stuff.
Another normal day in the man's life.