AN: Written in collaboration with Kyurayami
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BNHA OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS DEPICTED IN THIS STORY ASIDE FROM OUR TWO OCS
I'M BACK BABY! Damn, sure has been a while… Sorry for absence, had severe writers block and ended up writing like 2 words every month or so until practically giving up, so it may not be very polished, my apologies for that, but we're back now and ready to forward this plot. (trust me I have what's after this part planned out, unlike this mess). FORWARD! TO THE STORY!
Chapter 3 begins! Behold before you, the epic battle you may have been waiting for… maybe I dunno. Anyway, enjoy and feel free to review, constructive criticism is always welcome.
When we last left them, Team 3 had just run into an extremely angry Bakugou, who had every intent of blowing them to smithereens.
"DIE DAMMIT! DIE!" he roared, lunging at the duo. Midoriya barely had enough time to grab the statue before the pedestal was reduced to rubble.
"What do we do?" Midoriya yelled, panicking, "Kacchan is way to strong, we're no match for him!"
"THEN LEAVE!" Drift shouted, "The battlefield is no place for cowards!"
"Wh-what are you talking about, we have the statue, we just need to get out right?" the green haired boy yelled desperately.
"You go then, I'll hold him off," Drift said, grinning. "I've been looking forward to a good fight anyway."
"ARE YOU INSANE! HE'LL KILL YOU!" Midoriya was getting nowhere.
"QUIT TALKING AND FIGHT ME ALREADY!" Bakugou demanded, lunging forward and firing an explosion towards the two, sending debris everywhere and sending up a massive cloud of dust.
Seeing the cloud as excellent cover Midoriya dashed off in the other direction, sensing the futility of trying to stop the new student from fighting the demon that was Katsuki Bakugou.
Said demon grinned wildly as the dust settled, awaiting victory at the sight of his two defeated opponents. Two defeated opponents were not what he saw however, he just caught sight of his long-time rival rounding a corner, but the new student was nowhere to be seen, or so he thought.
"Is that it?" he whirled around at the voice, confidence emanating from the way the words were spoken, "I mean I thought you were the strongest in our year!"
"WHY YOU COCKY LITTLE- " he was cut short however, as a deep purple glow surrounded the American for a fraction of a second before he vanished, reappearing an inch away from the enraged student, his fist connecting with the latter's face, causing Bakugou to stagger back in surprise.
"HOW DID YOU- I'LL KILL YOU!" he barked.
"My sincerest apologies, do you not like my quirk? I would have thought an esteemed student like you would be able to handle it." Drift said, feigning a stereotypical high-class accent.
Bakugou snarled at his opponent before launching himself into the air, propelled by his own explosions, sending himself directly above his adversary, before sending another detonation directly down at the new student.
Drift leapt backwards dodging the explosion which shattered the pavement, which sent chunks of rock and gravel flying in all directions. He grabbed one of his pistols and drew it from his jacket, aiming it at the blonde demon and pulling the trigger. The weapon made a snapping noise as a dart flew out the barrel straight toward Bakugou, who expertly dodged it. The dart ricocheted off the wall behind him, spinning into the air.
"Nice trick," Bakugou growled, "But did you seriously think that would work on me? How weak do you think I am!?"
Drift gritted his teeth, he had severely underestimated his opponent. His grin faded from his face, replacing it a serious and intimidating expression.
"Fine then." He deadpanned. "Your loss." he said sheathing this weapon, reaching for another one in his small arsenal.
"JUST LOSE ALREADY! I WILL NOT BE SHOWN UP BY SOME NEWBIE!" he raised his right arm, reaching for the pin on his grenadier bracer, ripping it out as he roared loudly in anger.
Drift vanished yet again. The bracer detonated in Bakugou's hand and he was engulfed in a massive explosion that rose high into the air and was visible throughout the maze.
As Cera passed the entrance for the umpteenth, they were contemplating giving up. It was then that they heard the sound of a massive explosion emanating from the centre of the maze, quickly followed by a shockwave that while not strong, was surprisingly large considering the distance to the centre.
"What was that?" asked Cera, unsure of what kind of quirk would posses that much destructive power.
"That had to be Bakugou, but still… could he really make an explosion that big?" Yaoyorozu responded, answering her question with another question.
"I don't know enough about Bakugou to say anything." Cera replied jokingly, fully aware that it was a rhetorical question.
"Perhaps he used the grenadier bracers, if they stored up enough of his sweat, maybe, but I thought they had like a limiter." Yaoyorozu contemplated.
Cera, who had been briefed on most of her fellow students' quirks in the locker rooms, was aware of how Bakugou's bracers worked, and came to a conclusion as to what could have happened.
"Say… if someone were to hypothetically cut through the bracer thingies at the same time as they were sending out… whatever caused that explosion, would all of the stored up sweat explode as well?" Cera asked nervously.
"Possibly… why?" Yaoyorozu asked, reflecting her new friend's worry.
"Drift you are so dead." She muttered. "He probably cut through the thing right as it was going off, he likes to think he's good at strategic attacks, but oftentimes he does… this" she gestured exasperatedly toward the lingering smoke cloud.
"Oh…"
-Meanwhile-
A massive explosion ripped through the air, sending Drift crashing into a wall, momentarily blurring his vision, and sending his sword flying off down a distant passage.
"Muh' sword. Durn you." He grunted, slowly heaving himself to his feet.
As the smoke cleared, an enraged (and slightly charred) Bakugou stood fuming in the middle of the rubble.
"You little bastard," he muttered, "I'll get you for that!"
Now without fancy weapons, the two lunged at each other, Bakugou's explosions countered only just barely by Drift's martial arts prowess. Every so often an explosion would flash, or Drift would vanish and land a harsh hit on Bakugou, but alas, punching things pails in comparison to setting off literal explosions, and after a short while, the exchange student was sent tumbling to the ground.
"You lose!" Bakugou shouted sounding more annoyed that angry.
Drift burst out laughing.
"Well you won the battle but we," The signal that the statue had been retrieved went off. "won the training exercise."
-20 seconds earlier-
Midoriya sprinted towards the exit, clutching the All Might statute in his hand, he was moving at top speed, almost there, the exit mere feet away… until he was tripped up by a conveniently placed leg, which sent him face first into the ground.
"Mine!" Cera yelled yanking the statue from a tearful Midoriya (he really wanted to keep it) before stepping across the line victoriously, sounding a signal indicating the end of the training exercise.
-Later-
"WE LOST!?" Drift screamed exasperatedly to a terrified Midoriya.
Cera grinned mockingly at him.
"She's never gonna let me live this one down." He grumbled.
Aizawa stood up on a raised platform to address the students. Despite the lack of sleeping bag, he still looked extremely tired.
"You all did well today," he grumbled, albeit rather loudly, "but I would like to point out a number of things you did wrong. Firstly, Midoriya!"
Midoriya cringed.
"You allowed yourself to get tripped up. A hero can't afford to have that happen during battle."
"Yes, Mr. Aizawa."
"Bakugo! You abandoned your partner in favour of picking a fight with Drift. And you destroyed school property for the seventh time this month."
"Tch," Tch-ed Bakugou.
"Drift!"
"Is he always this terrifying?" mumbled Drift.
"You somehow managed to cause more damage than Bakugou, which I didn't know was possible. Congrats or whatever."
"Uh… It was technically Bakugou's fault. It was his bracer thingy right? So, it couldn't really be my fault, right?" Drift tried.
"Lastly, Mineta and Satou." Grumbled Aizawa, completely ignoring the american
The two gulped.
"I… I just have no words for you. You did nothing. You neglected your hero training in favour of cake. While I can't deny that Satou is an excellent baker you… seriously, do you guys even have priorities? Actually, don't answer that." The defeated teacher sighed.
The disheartened students, for the most part (Cera was feeling pretty victorious), then trooped off to the cafeteria for lunch.
The students got their food, and as the were eating, Drift, who had gotten nothing, pulled a pop tart out of his jacket and began munching happily on it.
"Are you sure that's like, you know, proper food?" asked Midoriya.
"ONE DOES NOT QUESTION THE POP TART'S GREAT POWER!" screamed Drift dramatically.
Multiple heads turned to stare at the screaming teen, most of them not even aware of what a Pop Tart was.
Cera whacked her head aggressively on the table, clearly embarrassed by her brother's antics.
"Is he sane? He seems kind of unhinged." Inquired Yaoyorozu.
"To be completely honest, I'm not sure." Cera sighed.
-Later-
Drift casually strolled up to his dorm, the day had been uneventful outside of hero training, just plain boring school. It was then he noticed a package laying at his front door. Presuming it was just some belongings he had forgotten he picked it up and brought it into his room. It was surprisingly heavy. He laid it down on his bed and ripped open the packaging.
"The hell is this…" he muttered, confusion ringing in his voice.
Inside lay what appeared to be a weapon of some kind, it had a mid-length handle with a blade curving over it. The blade was ornate, with some intricate patterns engraved onto the side. Despite having no clue as to their origin, Drift felt a strange attachment to it. Upon closer inspection of the handle, also laden with the same style of patterning, he found a cleverly hidden button, so well incorporated into the design he was surprised he even found it. Upon pressing the button, the weapon immediately sprang to life, the handle telescopically extended and the blade flipping into place, an audible click could be heard signifying parts locking into place.
In his hands Drift now held a magnificent scythe, it's workmanship was incredible and it felt comfortable in his hands. It was surprisingly light, given it's size.
"Is this even allowed?" the American mumbled to himself.
Pressing the button again, the scythe retracted into it's original state and Drift carefully laid it on his bedside table, sat down and proceeded to do his homework, which was rather boring but had to be done.
-Later, In the common room-
"Oi you, America dude!" yelled Kaminari unnecessarily at Drift "Why do you like pop tarts so much, like… what even are they?"
"THEY"RE ONLY THE MOST DELICIOUS OF FOODS IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE!" Drift screamed enthusiastically, much to the annoyance of everyone around him.
"WHAT ABOUT JAPAN FOOD!?, OR LIKE REGULAR FOOD, LIKE HAMBURGERS OR HOTDOGS! WHY THIS MICROWAVEABLE BREAKFAST STUFF?!"
"THEY'RE DELECTABLE! THERE ARE SO MANY VARIETIES AND THEY DON'T TECHNICALLY HAVE TO BE COOKED SO YOU CAN BRING THEM ANYWHERE!"
Drift and Kaminari continued shouting enthusiastically at each other until, highly disgruntled, left to go to sleep and eventually, finally without thigs to yell about, Drift and Kaminari both finally left for bed.
-The Next Day-
The students of class 1-A sat in class doing their work, the only sound to be heard was the scratching of pens and pencils on paper. After what felt like several years, the bell went signalling lunch. Everyone began hastily packing away their things, but sadly freedom from the classroom was delayed for two of their number.
"Evans, both of you, I want to talk to you for a moment." Aizawa barked across the room to the two, both suddenly afraid that they were in trouble.
"I didn't do anything I swear!" Drift screeched anxiously, almost comically falling over backwards.
Aizawa rested his face in his palm, a sigh escaping him. The Evans boy was quite the handful, seemingly getting more eccentric by the day, but alas his stay with them was likely going to be a long one. At least the girl was tolerable.
"You're not in trouble," he groaned "there's just something I need to notify you about. The class will be taking the provisional hero licence exam soon and while I'm not sure if you guys will find it all that useful back home, you may be with us a while, so I'm going to have you two take it regardless. Also, if you want to make any modifications to your equipment or costumes, please do so soon, else they won't be ready in time for the exam. Got it?"
"Sir yes sir" Drift grinned, suddenly enthused as hundreds of ideas raced through his brain on what to modify before the exam, that mysterious scythe in particular.
"Gotcha"
"HAVE MORE ENTHUSIASM CERA! THINK OF ALL THE COOL STUFF YOU COULD DO!"
"It's not that exciting…."
"YES, IT IS!"
The noise the young American was producing had driven Aizawa out of the classroom, aggravated everyone outside (except Bakugou) and caused Cera to whack him over the head.
The two left the classroom and parted, Cera heading to the cafeteria to eat and Drift going to the workshop to do whatever modifications he had planned….
AN: WADDUP HOMIES ME BACK AS PREVIOUSLY EXPLAINED AND IT'S FINALLY TIME FOR SOMETHING COOL TO HAPPEN! So tune in like, a year or so from now (please stay, I swear, I have more stuff planned, it wont take almost a year this time, please forgive me!). Once again, sorry for the short chapter length and stupidly long delay. We're back in business hopefully so keep an eye out!