Izuku took a deep breath as his turn came up, looking at Himiko.

"Are you sure you don't want my blood? It would be a good advantage in our fight." He asked, not for the first time. Himiko looked away.

"I can do with what I have." She quietly replied, "I-If we need to, I can get some later, but you will be the main fighter anyway, so…"

Izuku hummed. He hoped to give Himiko the chance of showing off too, but he supposed that if she became a Hero, she would be a underground one, since if her Quirk became too well known people would start to take countermeasures. Not showing it off probably was in her favor.

And… well, she also had a Quirk that people might dislike. Izuku had done a bit of research. Turns out, blood-based Quirks tend to have a pretty big stigma. Izuku had never realized, much to his shame, because he had always thought every Quirk could be cool, but he supposed that was the perspective of someone without. He understood Himiko's hesitation.

"Alright. But if you change your mind, you know I'm here." Izuku replied with a thumb up, and Himiko blushed and looked away. 'Oh god did I say something embarrassing?!' Izuku wondered, immediately blushing back. "I-I mean, I'm supportive, that's all, it's nothing to be weirded out about, right?" 'S-Stupid Miruko… Because she put ideas in our heads of course!' He thought, correcting himself mentally.

Himiko looked at him and made to reply, but that was when they stepped into the Arena, since without much thinking they had kept moving forward. Thinking about it, it was lucky they just had to go straight ahead, or they might as well have slammed into a wall.

"And here we have the power couple of class 1-A. Class Representative and Vice-Representative, some people say their relation is more than just friendship…" He said, before pausing.

"You just winked." Aizawa commented, even if on the field Izuku and Himiko turned bright red, and looked away from each other.

'I will kill you Professor!' They both thought, an unusual idea for Izuku but a very common one for Himiko.

"And against them, the Class B duo that combines offense and defense! Sen Kaibara and Kosei Tsuburaba!" Present Mic continued, as Kaibara entered the field, Tsuburaba right behind. He stepped on the ring, Izuku doing the same.

"I hope we can have a honest match." Kaibara said, bowing slightly.

"Th-The same for me." Izuku replied, and then Midnight gave the start.

Izuku activated his Full Cowling and darted forward, his measly five percent still enough to give him speed and strength in spades. It was frankly exhilarating to be able to finally use his Quirk properly, and he was going to use it in full.

Kaibara turned around, his arms rotating like drill, and punched. Izuku was surprised by the strength, and flinched as his skin got bruised by the rotation, but managed to block the blow and answer with a punch of his own.

That one did send Kaibara back a few steps, and Izuku pursued, moving on the offensive. As Stendhal had taught him, striking first ended the fight for anyone, no matter the Quirk. 'If they are knocked out, it doesn't matter if they are super strong, heal quickly, breath fire or can shoot lightnings, you have a perfectly defeated opponent you can do anything with.'

Izuku really didn't want to know what the violent Vigilante meant, but he was right about winning fast, so he moved forward.

Kaibara glanced toward Tsuburaba, and that was when a chair flew between them. The metallic object was punched squarely in the center by Kaibara's fist and flew toward Izuku, who slammed it out of the way with a fist of his own, flinching slightly. Alright, punching metal still hurt. Five percent was not enough to hit metal and not even feel it. Good to know.

Izuku glanced to Himiko, who seemed to have picked up a chair of her own and looked utterly lost about what to do with it. He didn't have time to say anything though, as Kaibara's fist flew past his ear as he dodged at the last second. Izuku brought back his fist though, and attacked.

The punch slummed in Kaibara's gut, and Izuku flinched as the teen fell to his knees.

"Oh gosh, are you ok?!" Izuku shouted, "I'm so sorry…"

"I'd expect… nothing less… from the heir of the Green Valley Clan…" Kaibara managed to mutter while holding his stomach, at a volume only him and Izuku could hear, "Also… Tag…" He added louder.

Izuku nodded, and looked toward Tsuburaba.

Tsuburaba looked back at him.

Then to Kaibara, still groaning on the ground.

Then back to Izuku.

He sighed, stepping on the ring. "Only because we are friends…" He said, as Kaibara nodded sheepishly and half walked, half rolled out of the ring.

Izuku darted forward, and punched. His fist hit a barrier made of solid air… and then passed through it, slamming into Tsuburaba's face. The teen flew back, slamming into the ropes. "Oh come on!" He said pulling himself back up, "You can break them that easily?"

"I… guess?" Izuku replied, and Tsuburaba sighed.

What followed was a very one-sided match in which Izuku just punched his way through Tsuburaba's barriers and hit the teen, until finally he fell to the ground.

"The winner is Izuku Midoriya!" Midnight declared.

-x-

"Alright!" Stain shouted, "Good job Izuku!"

Mini-Stendhal, still perched on his shoulder for some reason, sighed, 'I'm happy for the kids, but can you focus on your current problem?'

"What problem?"

"Stain, you are surrounded!" A voice called from outside through a megaphone, "Give yourself up and we promise we won't use any more violence to capture you!"

'But then why would we surrender?' Mini-Stain frowned, 'We want to use more violence.'

"Oh right, that." Stain looked around. He had thought this hiding spot was good, an abandoned warehouse in the outskirts of Hosu that was completely inconspicuous. Unfortunately, Ingenium was apparently a sore loser and had pursued him there. Having evidently learned his lesson – uh, people can do that, go figure – he had then called in basically the entire Hero population of Hosu, who was currently surrounding the warehouse.

The only silver lining in all this was that they weren't coming in because they were all small fries. The Sports Festival involved basically anyone worth their salt, so instead of facing someone like Endeavor, Best Jeanist or Miruko, he was stuck dealing with Kesagiri Man, Slugger or Native. None of them was particularly interested in getting stabbed.

Still, sooner or later they would realize Stain could only defeat so many opponents before they knocked him out. He looked around. Back door… nope, Team Iidaten was guarding it. Front door… Nope, Heroes there. No other doors, and the windows were high up.

"Fuck my life…" Stain muttered.

'I believe a retreat is in order.' Mini-Stendhal said.

'Fuck that! Final stand and glorious death!' Mini-Stain replied.

Normally, he'd have agreed with Mini-Stain, but he was intrigued by Mini-Stendhal's proposal. "What do you mean?" He asked, deciding to ignore he should have known the answer given Mini-Stendhal was a product of his imagination.

'Call Kurogiri ad ask him to take you out of here.' His conscience replied. 'Just make sure they don't realize your situation is desperate, or they will try to push you into owing them another favor.'

Uh. Good point, Mini-Stendhal.

He pulled out his phone.

"Stain! I repeat, surrender and we won't attack you!" The voice from outside shouted again.

"Yeah yeah, one sec!" He answered back, as the phone rung.

"Hello?"

"Kurogiri, old buddy old pal, it's me, Stain."

"Ah, Mister Stain. Can I help you?"

"Yes, actually! I was wondering if you could pick me up and take me to the bar. I could really use a beer right now." Stain replied.

"Can I ask why you can't just come here?"

"I'm all the way in Hosu, I can't just get there in time."

"Doesn't Hosu have pubs too?"

Stain glanced outside. "The hospitality is lacking."

"I see. Sir, are you surrounded by police and Heroes and trying to get out of it for free?" Kurogiri asked.

"… No, why do you ask?"

"This is Hero News Network!" A voice said from the other side of the phone, clearly Kurogiri having moved the phone toward the television, "We interrupt the report on the mysterious flood in an apartment block in northern Musutafu of what has been described as, I quote 'motherly tears of joy', to report a shocking news! It appears the Villain Stain is currently trapped inside an abandoned warehouse, surrounded on all sides by Heroes and Police. Since it's unclear if he might have a hostage, the Police and Heroes are not charging in, instead offering him a chance of surrendering."

"Oh come on!" He turned toward the door, "I don't take hostages! I have standards!"

"He is clearly lying." The voice of a Hero said from the phone, "Stain has been hunting for months Heroes all throughout Japan. If he hadn't taken at least one hostage, he would have been captured."

"No, it's just that you Fake Heroes are shit at your job!"

"See, clearly deranged and dangerous. No sane man would reveal he has no hostage. It's clearly a bluff to make us look bad."

Fuming, Stain picked up the phone again. "Kurogiri, get me out."

"Kurogiri forwarded the call, dear Stain. Let's talk." All for One said.

'Well fuck.' Mini-Stendhal replied.

"I am so happy to hear you are interested in making use of our beloved Kurogiri, mister Akaguro."

'Oh, we are moving to surnames. Yeah, that's fine, is not like I have a secret identity or anything.' Stain grumbled, before sighing. "Look, I'm trapped in a warehouse and surrounded."

"That sounds distinctly like a you problem." All for One commented, "A problem I will gladly solve. For a price."

"Fuck me…"

"You are already thoroughly fucked, mister Akaguro. I'm offering to unfuck you, if anything." All for One replied.

"That's… accurate, but surprisingly crass of you." Stain commented.

"I have spent some time with Tomura and his gang recently. A lively bunch, but I fear they are proving a bad influence."

"… A bad influence on the literal Symbol of Evil?"

"Yes. Now, shall I unfuck you for a favor, Mister Akaguro?"

"Please stop saying 'unfuck'." Chizome sighed, "Can I think about it for a moment?"

"Of course." All for One replied.

Stain bowed his head over his chin, deep in thought. 'Is it worth sacrificing my ideals, even temporarily, to preserve my mission's larger goals?'

'Yes.' Mini-Stendhal replied.

'I mean so long as we kill some Fake Heroes…'

"Shut up I'm thinking-" The back door of the warehouse broke down, Ingenium breaking through followed by Team Iidaten. Stain threw a knife, but the speed Hero dodged it easily, before rushing forward.

And then the door behind him also exploded, as the Heroes rushed forward. Surrounded on all sides, unable to escape, and probably destined for Tartarus, Stain took the only choice he had.

"Unfuck me, unfuck me, unfuck me!" He shouted in the phone.

"Your wish is granted." All for One replied.

And then Stain puked mud, recognizing the feeling. 'I hate my life.'

A few seconds later, Stain was puking mud on top of a building located somewhere in western Hosu. Noticeably, far away from the warehouse. "Why this one and not the Kurogiri one?" He asked.

"Kurogiri's power is limited to locations he knows. Mine is limited by distance. It was logical to solve it this way." All for One replied, pointing to the portal of dark fog behind him, gesturing for Stain to follow him. They stepped through, entering the bar where Kurogiri, Dabi, Compress and a whole host of people Stain didn't know were busy watching a match between a boy with a balloon for a head and a girl with pink skin and horns. "Well, get yourself comfortable." All for One added, "You are going to stay here for a while."

Stain sighed and sat down, right next to Compress. The man patted his shoulder in solidarity – squashing Mini-Stendhal in the process – and smiled.

"Welcome back to the circus." He said, "It got even weirder since you left."

"How?"

"We now have a cat that steals the remote and pretty much anything else, a woman obsessed with hating any man that breaths within ten meters of her, a drug addict, batman and the penguin, and that weird guy Giran brought in."

Stain couldn't find it in himself to argue.

'Why is it that everyone in this place is insane?' Mini-Stendhal wondered, while prying himself free from Compress' hand, still on Chizome's shoulder.

"I don't know. I really don't know." Stain said.

"Did you say something?" Compress asked.

"… No." Stain replied, looking away.

-x-

"And Manga Fukidashi blows out of the ring Mina Ashido, moving up to the top 8!" Midnight called.

"Oh come on! It's unfair! He could just shout 'swoosh' and make me fly out of the ring!" Mina said. Unfortunately for the girl, her strategy of using her special shoes to slide on the ground and fight close had turned against her when a loud 'swoosh' had turned into a wind blast. Her friction reduced drastically by the acid, Mina had no option but get sent flying back and outside the ring.

"And he did." Midnight replied, "Remember, Quirks are bullshit, miss Ashido."

"Dammit…" She sighed, turning to Kirishima, "I'm so sorry Eijiro, you would have been better for this."

"Eh, it's alright Mina, I agreed to let you go up and you flew out before you could Tag. I get it." Kirishima replied with a thumb up.

"Hey guys!" Ojiro walked up to them, Manga following him, an apologetic look on his face, "I'm so sorry… I really hope there are no hard feelings."

"Don't worry man!" Kirishima smiled, grabbing Ojiro and dragging him closer by putting a arm around his shoulder, "It's very manly to say sorry, but this is a Tournament, we will have winners and losers."

"Right… Well, in that case we should prepare. Speaking of which, isn't the next match…"

"Get ready, half-and-half bastard!" Someone shouted from the corridor.

"… Yeah, this is gonna be a really manly fight." Kirishima replied.

-x-

Uraraka couldn't say she was ready. Scratch that, Uraraka was incredibly worried.

Because the next opponent her and Todoroki had to face was Bakugo.

Now, Uraraka wasn't dumb, and she certainly wasn't weak. She had spent a long time working with her parents at their construction site dammit, she was a strong girl! But… She knew Bakugo was strong. He had been getting second place at literally every event, and considering first place was Midoriya's, who had apparently gone from 'I'm going to make my arm explode' to 'my arm is going to make you explode' in a week, she could hardly call that a paltry result.

"Are you ready?" Todoroki asked, and she sighed.

Dammit, she wasn't going to give up! Her and Todoroki would win this! "Let's go." She finally said.

They stepped outside. "And here we go, folks!" Present Mic shouted, "Facing off against Bakugo Katsuki and Momo Yaoyorozu, the 1-A duo with ice, fire and gravity on their side. Shoto Todoroki and Ochaco Uraraka!"

"Get your ass on this ring right now, Half-and-Half Bastard!" Katsuki shouted, already on the ring. Uraraka felt a small twinge of relief, walking up to the ring and standing next to Momo, who coughed in her fist. "Uhm, good luck to you, Uraraka."

"Ah, and to you Yaoyorozu. No hard feelings, right?"

"Of course." Her maybe-best-friend nodded, and Uraraka smiled.

"Say… Did you start doing what you talked about?"

"I… I guess I have." She replied, "I'm trying to find out more about mister Bakugo's personality."

"How is that going?"

Momo froze, before coughing in her fist, "H-He is very…"

"Are you ready to die, Half-and-Half?!" Bakugo shouted, "I'm going to blow you up to kingdom come!"

"… Outspoken." She replied, with a small smile.

"… I can see that." Uraraka nodded, trying to be supportive, "Hey, if you find that attractive I won't judge."

"I-It's a bit soon to say if I-I find it attractive! I-I mean I do like the b-bad boy attitude, but-but I'm not sure it's- I'm not sure it's enough…"

"Yaoyo… Momo." Uraraka put a hand on her shoulder, making sure to keep her pinky up, "It's alright. It's a crush. Maybe it can grow, maybe it won't." She grinned, "Also, not gonna lie, bad boys can be hot. It's just a pity this one has the personality of a trash can."

"Ur- Ochaco!"

"Please girls, do continue." A voice said from behind them, and they turned around, eyes wide as they realized that not only Midnight, but the whole Arena was looking at them.

"I-"

"By all means, continue, is not like you are standing in the middle of a public event. Go on. Do you want a mic so the audience can give their opinion on…" She paused, a wry smile on her face showing she had heard what they were saying, "whatever you might be talking about."

Uraraka gulped, while Yaoyorozu stiffened, and immediately let her go. "O-Of course not, I'm sorry! Catch you later Momo!" She said, before rushing to Todoroki's side of the ring. The red-and-white haired teen looked at her, and Uraraka gave him an apologetic look. The teen returned his attention to his opponent.

"Very well. Without further ado, let's begin!"

-x-

Bakugo wasn't dumb and knew exactly what was coming. So, when Todoroki unleashed a stream of ice, he in turn unleashed his own explosions.

The theory was sound enough: bomb the shit out of the ice, force Half-and-Half Bastard to use his fire, beat him, win the Tournament, graduate from UA while winning the following two tournaments, become Number One Hero, laugh in the face of all the extras that were trying to climb up to your spot.

A well-constructed and realistic plan if there ever was one, he mused as he made the wall of ice explode again and again, all but digging through it as it came forward. He panted, sweating more and more as he had to keep up an almost unrealistic pace, and that was perfect. He had been slightly worried the ice would make it harder to produce his sweat, but with so much movement he was more than countering the cold.

Finally, the attack stopped, and he emerged on the other side, roaring, before seeing Todoroki.

Half frozen.

"You…" Bakugo growled, "Where is your fire, Half-and-Half bastard?!" He shouted.

"I'm not going to use my fire." He stubbornly replied, and Bakugo gritted his teeth. "Team!" He called, and Yaoyorozu blinked, before realizing what he just said and rushing on the ring. "Fuck this. If you won't use it against me because I look like an extra to you, let's see how you handle two of us. You better start burning up, Half-and-Half, or your shitty vengeance goes down the drain."

"Is this really all about you?" Todoroki asked, sending another wave of ice forward the moment Midnight gave a start, only for Yaoyorozu to create a flamethrower from her back and melt the incoming ice, along with Bakugo keeping up the explosions. "Do you not even care about others in the slightest?"

"Wake up Half-and-Half! This isn't a world where you can just play with people because you are sad!"

"He is expressing himself rather poorly Half-and… I mean, Todoroki!" Momo shouted, blushing slightly as she corrected herself, "But I-I think a Hero should put the wellbeing of others before himself. You could be a great Hero with your Quirk, and while I don't know what causes you to hesitate to use it, if I can help you in any way I will! However, I'm not giving up and letting you win with only half of it!"

Todoroki looked at them, and then sent forward more ice, Bakugo growling and projecting himself forward, cracking the ice with an explosion.

"Todoroki!" Uraraka shouted, tossing something forward, "Catch!"

Todoroki grabbed the incoming floating chair and froze it solid, wielding the makeshift ice mace, weightless thanks to the girl's Quirk, and used it to hit Bakugo straight in the face with a homerun.

"Don't you dare give me that shit!" Bakugo shouted, another explosion sending the object fly away for a moment before Uraraka released her Quirk and the chair remembered it wasn't immune to gravity. "I don't care what you make with your ice, you are still only half-assing this Tournament! Half-assing being a Hero!"

"I'm not…" Todoroki growled.

"Oh yeah?! Yaoyorozu!"

Yaoyorozu created something and threw it at Bakugou, who in turn threw it forward. "Flashbang Powered Stun Grenade!" He shouted, the light of the explosion from his hand combining with the flashbang Yaoyorozu had thrown and turning into a flash so bright both Todoroki and Uraraka had to turn away. "Attack coming from the left, Half-and-Half!" Bakugo shouted, "Fire or death!"

So this was it uh? Todoroki was done for, but he wouldn't use his fire-

"Todoroki, to your left!" Uraraka shouted.

Todoroki's mind realized then and there. If he did lose, Uraraka would also lose. Uraraka who was doing this to help her parents. Help her family.

The fire shone bright. 'I can put my revenge on dad aside.' He decided, 'If it's to help someone else.'

Also, Uraraka had floated her dad and made him try some food he would have never eaten on his own.

He wasn't one to not return debts.

He aimed his hand up at a grinning Bakugo. "Sorry, Bakugo, turns out I can't lose."

"Die Half-and-Half!" He shouted, starting to spin in midair even as Yaoyorozu attacked with a cannon to add her own blow to the move Bakugo shouted as 'Howitzer Impact'.

Todoroki raised his hand to form ice, and then unleashed his fire.

The air itself exploded.

-x-

Uraraka rolled on the grass, sent flying by the massive explosion, and then shakily looked around. Midnight had been sent flying too, though, being a Hero, she was already up and walking. Uh, actually, she might have shouted for both of them to stop before they attacked.

Todoroki was encased in his ice, his back covered in it. Yaoyorozu had been launched back, but her cannon was heavy enough she had managed to stop herself by presumably grabbing on it.

Bakugo hadn't been so lucky. Locked in mid-air, he had landed outside the field. For a moment, she wondered if they had landed a draw. After all, both teams had a member unconscious- Nope, Todoroki and Momo were still awake.

"I…" Midnight looked around. "Since Bakugo and Yaoyorozu's team isn't in condition to continue, and Todoroki is still within boundaries, Todoroki and Uraraka win!" She shouted.

The crowd cheered.

-x-

"Why the fuck did the Todoroki kid win if they called to stop the match?" Tomura asked, confused, "If the mods stop a fight, you either stop or get kicked out of the server. I know because I usually get banned for those."

Fucking social networks.

"It's because they called the stop too late and realized that." Crust explained, "If they called sooner, maybe they could have punished both sides for going on, but calling for a stop when the final moves are already firing can endanger the kids." He nodded, "Also, it's kindness."

"Kindness?"

"The Bakugo kid is out for the count. The Yaoyorozu girl looks pale. If I had to guess, used a lot of her Quirk, and she also took that explosion. In contrast, the Todoroki kid has been roughed up, but the Uraraka girl is fine. Any match that tries to settle the fight is bound to end with Uraraka winning just because all her opponents are out of commission."

"Ah, I see. She has full health while everyone else is in the red or down."

Crust laughed, "I really like your way of explaining things! I bet you would be popular with kids if you didn't run an underground agency!"

"Yeah, kids just love me…" Shigaraki muttered, having largely ignored the explanation Eraserhead gave meanwhile about how the explosion became so strong. What he cared about was getting ideas for his next move, and by now he had a very convincing one.

"Any decision for the Internships?" Crust asked, "I'm considering sending a few offers. A couple of those kids need to be shown the attitude for the job, but are very promising!"

"Not yet." Tomura replied.

"Mh, very selective. Looking for a Quirk in particular?"

"You could say that." He replied, with a grin. Yes, the Internships. Now that was something to also keep in mind…

-x-

"Fumikage Tokoyami wins!" Midnight called, and Masutaro sighed, stepping off the ring.

"Sorry Tooru. As it turns out, shadow monsters don't need to breath." He said apologetically, "I could have called Team, but I had already released some gas, so-"

"It's totally fine!" Tooru said, "We made it to the Top 8 of the Festival! Or I guess it's Top 16, since it's all pairs, but still, great result! I'm sure some people noticed us!"

Masutaro nodded. "Yeah, I'm sure someone noticed." He said, thankful to be wearing his disguise.

-x-

"Nooooooooo!" Stain shouted, slamming his fist on the table, "If he had his weapon he wouldn't have lost to an overgrown chicken and an octopus! I call bullshit! I call hax! I call favoritism! This is unacceptable! Who the fuck doesn't allow a gun on the ring?!"

"Is he going to continue for long?" Hanzo Suiden asked.

"Probably until Izuku's match." Dabi replied with a resigned sigh as the Villain went on about how it was complete nonsense that the Festival didn't allow Support Gear.

"Fuck me…" Hanzo muttered.

"No thanks." Dabi replied, "You aren't attractive enough to make me go there."

"Mighty words for someone that looks like a metal album cover."

"At least I don't look like I belong in a black and white horror movie."

"No, you look like you belong in the morgue, but I don't judge."

Hina turned toward them, "Either shut up or get a fucking room you two. I already have to watch this match over Stain's cries, if you so much as try to talk over it too I will murder you."

"We aren't like that." They both said.

Compress snorted and hummed, "Two dudes chilling in a hot bar, five feet apart cause they aren't gay…"

Dabi groaned, "Compress, that joke is so old it doesn't even classify as a dad joke. It's a fossil joke."

"Yeah dude, get a new repertoire. Also, how is this bar 'hot'?"

"Well there are a lot of people in it, so it gets really warm-"

"Shut the fuck up!" Hina shouted, her eyes promising murder before she huffed and sat back down, the three feeling the need to cower away from her. "And you! Go cry in another room or grow a fucking spine, I don't care which!" She added, pointing at the still-shouting Stain.

The serial killer made to reply, turning angrily toward them, except the look of the woman was so fierce he couldn't help but look away, reducing his cries of desperation to a series of angry mutters, before Hina huffed and turned to the television, focusing once more on the match that was ongoing, the one with the three girls and the purple-haired kid.

Dabi swallowed. She had defeated him, Compress, Hanzo – well that wasn't difficult – and Stain with a look and some shouts. Hina was the scariest Villain in this room, he decided then and there.

He was really glad he had joined the League of Villain. Otherwise, he might have been Hina's enemy.

(XX)

One more chapter to end the Tournament. Start placing your bet on which remaining pair takes it all, I suppose.

I could have honestly finished this a lot sooner, but the Hosu Arc kind of had to happen for... well for all this.
Poor Stain. He didn't want to join the League, he even managed to get out of it the first time, and then he fails the Ingenium murder... You know, maybe I don't feel bad about Stain after all.

Todoroki used his fire here against Bakugo. I think it's pretty clear, but just to point out: since Todoroki had his emotional confrontation with Bakugo, rather than Izuku, it was probably predictable that this is also where his big moment of using fire is. Of course, here it's not just motivated by the support of one friend, but by the support - or whatever you call Bakugo's explosion based therapy - of several people and his own decision to help Uraraka.
No he isn't healed, much like in canon my boy still has to figure out where he goes from here.
And yeah I wrote most of it from Bakugo's PoV so I could avoid having to write Shoto's flashback, you know them anyway.
I wonder how Endeavor is taking it...

Hina is basically becoming the extremely angry Secretary of Shigaraki, managing both her manchild superior and his employees, and I'm here for it.

Well as I said, next week we get the last few matches, now that Stain has been unfucked and then properly refucked I can focus on those and finish this.
How did I end up writing a Tournament Arc both in Deku - Into the Multiverse and My False Love Academia at the same time? I have no idea.

See you next week folks!