A/n: Hello readers! Psychojack here! Welcome back for another chapter of the lemon-epic hybrid, Mineta the Mayhem. Things have been quite gruesome for the inspectors of Hydra Prison. After all the chaos and the many threats in the form of Lycant, Narcissia, and Diamondeye, the main epicenter of this catastrophe appeared, Kuro Harukaze. To prevent his escape, Hall Monika took the fight to him, hoping to quell the great threat he posed for all of Musutafu if he successfully escaped. Despite her tenacity, the hall monitor waps completely outmatched. As a final attempt to bring Harukaze down, Monika, without the help of her whistles, used her quirk in its full yet uncontrollable form. In the end, Harukaze and the prisoners under his wing have escaped within his quirk in a large shroud of black smoke, now free from their chains. What will become of our favorite hall monitor? What does this mean for Musutafu as a whole? As for Mineta himself, what has become of our hero? Let's get to it!

-Mineta Residence: Outside-

It is now evening, the amber tinted solar rays of sunset washed the grassy fields aglow with the final bits of warmth before the day transitioned into the coldness of night.

Surrounding the residence were the rooftops of other homes, beyond that were the many acres of trees and city outskirts that would allow drivers to reach the main city, or if one were to steer further into the highways that led beyond the city limits, far beyond what most would attempt to travel.

The mild breeze shuffled past the grounds, ruffling the evenly trimmed blades of grass that spread throughout the field. The nearby trees shuffled under the passerby sways of the wind. Rays of sun leaked past the crevices of their many leaves, shining isolated rays onto the yard in a majestically crafted manner only nature could provide. It was quiet, and yet vibrant. This was harmony, this was peace.

BASH

A peace that was now obstructed. The sound of a violent echoed impact rang across the sky, followed by a blonde haze that flew past some of the blades of grass, tearing them apart due to the speed and overall weight of the bolted blur.

The blur in question was none other than Aoyama, who had taken a hard hit to the face, one that literally knocked him off his feet. Though costumed and ready for combat, his body spun midair as the usually flamboyant and stylish boy was launched out of balance. Like a drill his body sporadically swerved before catapulting straight towards the field.

THUD

He landed right onto the once evenly trimmed ground, cold. His eyes lacked his pupils as they had rolled up into his own eye sockets. The intensity of the rapidly fired projectile was responsible for the gut laser wielder to be rendered in his unconscious state.

Nearby, the crimson haired Kirishima hyperventilated as he looked at Aoyama's pitifully laid body, now immobile from whatever it was that he ignored in favor of gazing at his own reflection within a small bird bath fountain.

"Aoyama! Noooo!" The red haired defender panicked, seeing his comrade down for the battle that had yet to be finished.

Todoroki sweatdropped as he analyzed the situation. He couldn't help but feel as if he should be concerned based on the tension that his current environment carried. Despite his many battles, he found himself instinctually self conscious and even doubtful than usual.

"This…this is normal, right guys?" Todoroki asked as another projectile nearly slammed right into his face. It was only an inch away from reaching the burned boy's skin, and yet it made his skin ripple from the obscene amount of force behind the projectile. Todoroki's pupils shook in place from an unrecognizable cold sensation he felt crawling up his spine, making his own limbs twitch.

Despite his own battle prowess, the fire and ice user could not deny that this was something he himself had not been ready for.

GRIP

Todoroki felt his body lurch haphazardly to the side as he was literally pulled to his right. Another speeding projectile nearly smashed into his head before something had pulled the currently fearful ice and fire user to safety.

The projectile landed against the ground, causing a large dirt explosion to vibrate the entirety of the grassy field, like a miniature earthquake.

Taking a peek downward, Todoroki was able to notice a large lasso of tape was the sole reason behind his survival. Sero placed Todoroki behind some cover, specifically behind some uprooted dried dirt, thick enough to obscure their current position with all the smoke filling the air, while also providing ample defense, at least for the moment.

Sero deadpanned, his eyes casting a forlorn gloom over his brows.

"Maybe among normal people…but none of them are normal…not in any way shape or form…they're absolute monsters!" The tape user said before Kirishima ran in their direction. Sweat marred his torso, making his pectorals shine with vigorous masculine sheen. His face, on the other hand, displayed a worried expression.

"Look out! Big one incoming!" The crimson haired defender yelled out as he tackled Todoroki and Sero, preventing them from being maimed by a spinning orb-shaped projectile that jetted through the air before exploding upon impact past their hiding spot. The impact of the Red Riot's combined weight knocked the air out of their lungs with his desperate defensive maneuver. A large plume of dirt infused smoke filled the field and obscured their vision. The proverbial fog of war blinded them to everything beyond a mere three feet ahead of them. Increasingly, other large sounds of bombastic impacts filled the boys' ears. It was a relentless volley of projectiles. Each one came immediately after the next in consistent execution.

Kirishima had perspiration slip down his forehead as he looked ahead, panic in his red eyes as he tried to keep his focus on the threat ahead of him and the friends he intended to keep safe. "Keep your heads in the game fellas! We're in for it now."

Behind Aoyama's currently unconscious body, two invisible gloves could be seen peeking over the torso of the immobile Shining Hero.

"What the heck is going on!? I thought we had this one in the bag!" Toru squealed as she rolled up Aoyama to use as an improvised shield.

WHAM

Aoyama was once again struck by a blitz shot that slammed into his exposed back. His eyes widened open as he registered the pain of the impact. He let out a pained groan.

Jiro appeared, raising her head behind some large clumps of dirt that piled from other large impacts from the wayward blasts that curved in their direction, seeking to obliterate them. Her face had two streaks of black war paint on her face, designed with two horizontal lines that contrasted with the skin on each of her cheeks.

"Seriously!? You're using him as a meat shield!?" The musician asked the invisible girl, shocked at her prevalent cowardice.

Toru whined. The invisible girl shaking her gloves hands frustratingly. "What else am I supposed to do!? He's already long gone anyway! I'm too young and cute to die like this!"

Aoyama gurgled out, unconvincingly trying to retain a shining facade. "I still remain…fabulously alive…"

The goth noticed something rapidly heading their way. Her eyes widened in fearful recognition.

"Look out, it's a fast one! Get down!"

Jiro used her earlobe to pull back Toru and Aoyama away from the explosion of dirt, as they hid behind their chosen safe haven. The musician clenched her eyes tightly due to the loud resulting explosion as well the plume of dirt imbued wisps that filled their visions.

"I don't wanna do this anymore!" Toru whined, shaking her gloved hands childishly in protest. Her shoes can be seen clacking against the ground as she frantically complained, regressing to child like antics in order to avoid facing the responsibility that was expected of her.

"Why are you complaining anyway!? You're the one who begged me to join!" Jiro blamed Toru, poking her in her chest, causing them to jiggle from the touch. Jiro had forgotten that she was talking to a currently nude Toru who was wearing her 'costume' for this ordeal.

"Hey! Hands off the fun bags!" Toru protested, prompting Jiro to blush at how she literally forgot that Jiro always fights technically naked.

Toru continued.

"I thought this was going to be fun." Toru defended herself, her voice sounded defeated as to the current circumstances of this dire situation. As she finished her piece, Bakugo could be seen charging in with a fire in his eyes, a battlecry roaring through his lungs as he charged.

"You're toast, bastards!" Bakugo roared with pride leading his charge.

Behind him Ojiro cried out with his left hand outstretched.

"Bakugo, don't do it! You won't make it out there! It's suicide!" The karate expert exclaimed, worried about his bold and brash companion who foolishly went at it alone.

"You cowards! Don't you get it? There is no mercy in this battle! And when it comes to battles I aim to be number one. I. WON'T. LOSE!" Bakugou roared as he launched his attack.

In the form of hurling a nylon wrapped fiery orange ball with black etchings. Strange enough it complemented Bakugo's costumed attire, one that he was currently wearing as well.

The ball was the kind of ball one would use in schoolyard games. What game were they playing you ask?

WHAM

The sound of an impact was made, loudly reverbing in the air for all within earshot; however, as Bakugou grinned towards what was definitely the sound of a successful shot, the blonde boy noticed his vision blurred. As he looked downward his body began registering a prolonged aching sensation of a viciously struck abdomen.

A ball of the same make had burrowed itself into his lower stomach. This particular ball was painted a deep jet black with red messily drawn splotches that served as 'eyes'.

"Damn…"

He took a few extra balls to the body, one to each of his arms, his legs and more in his torso and back. Bakugo's body flinched with each shot as if he was being overwhelmed by machine gun blasts as opposed to balls.

Falling down to his knees, Bakugo raised both his hands up as if reaching for the heavens. A silent prayer for mercy and then was obliterated with more fast thrown balls against his exposed back before he collapsed in dramatic fashion.

(A/n: For you film buffs, think of Willem Dafoe's iconic scene from the movie Platoon.)

Bakugo's eyes rolled up into his head as he collapsed, his ball battered body couldn't keep up with his explosive spirit, and thus he fell into the dirt, going out in a final blaze of glory. He accidentally triggered his quirk and exploded his position due to the nitroglycerin traits of his sweat being unintentionally ignited in his unconscious state whilst under the rays of the sun.

Ojiro, while he covered his eyes from the literal explosion, immediately felt the furry end of his tail tapped by something that grazed the tip of the extra limb.

"Huh?" Ojiro let out as he peeked at the sudden intrusive sensation against his extra limb, followed by hearing a youthful voice calling him from beyond the fog ahead of his person.

"You're out!" A girlish voice called out in an innocently gleeful manner. With the clearing of the fog of war brought on by Bakugo's explosion, the person behind the voice was revealed.

It was Mineta's eldest sister, Manumei. The magenta headed sibling smiled as she pointed her well timed shot at Ojiro's tail. A gleeful smile etched on her face, proud of herself for landing a shot.

Next to her Tokoyami could be seen with Dark Shadow, out and about. The sentient quirk had caught Bakugo's original ball, which would have solidified his loss regardless if the bomber had dodged Tokoyami's own throw.

Tokoyami grumbled sorrowfully. He appeared mildly annoyed since Manumei was practically glued to his side. "Sorry Ojiro…"

Manumei on the other hand gushed over Tokoyami. Hearts emanated from her eyes as she looked at the bird headed hero. "You protected me, my steamy drumstick!"

Tokoyami appeared bashful, looking away from the amorous little girl next to him. "Don't get it misunderstood. You're just a kid, I wouldn't want you to get hurt. And quit calling me a drumstick."

Tokoyami couldn't help but emphasize the last statement. Among everything else, he wouldn't stand for another comparison to crispy fried deliciousness.

Manumei raised her eyebrows mischievously. "You're right, a 'drumstick' is too small and emasculating."

Tokoyami sweatdropped, though his facial expression remained neutral.

'That was nowhere near what I was thinking about...'

Manumei continued with a bright and rosy cheeked smile. Adoration glistened in her irises as she took in Tokoyami's taller stature as well as his cool and dark exterior. "How about I call you a sexy rooster."

Tokoyami was growing nervous at the blatant flirtation the little girl sent his way. He wasn't used to such spontaneous compliments, especially something with this level of passionate intent.

'The Mineta family really have no shame in the slightest, do they? That or she just doesn't know any better. She is a little girl after all, other than earlier, what can really go wrong?' Tokoyami thought to himself, making sure not to show any eye contact with the currently ensnared perverted girl cozying up to him.

As Tokoyami averted his gaze from the eldest Raisinette, Manumei extended her right hand.

SPANK

BA KAW

The lustfully charged girl swatted her palm against Tokoyami's exposed rear. This caused some stray black feathers to fall off the top of his poultry shaped head, just as he unleashed the call of his livestock ancestors. Even Dark Shadow shuddered from the spank its owner endured, as if the sentient quirk could literally feel the spank itself.

Ojiro, on the other hand, sulked. He was out on account of the slight graze the little girl landed on his extended prehensile tail. As per the rules of the ancient game of dodgeball, he was indeed out.

"After all the trouble of surviving that hell, I get outed by a cheap shot. Dammit Bakugo…" The karate practitioner mumbled as he walked off the ring, joining a previously defeated Koda for some much needed rest. A band aid could be seen plastered against Koda's right temple, a lone indicator that the animal speaker was also injured during the competitive game.

Manumei stuck her tongue out in a childishly mocking fashion towards Bakugo. Her disdain for the one who rejected her was made prominent in a manner only a child could display.

"Bet you're regretting giving up what we had now aren't you Baka-go!" Manumei taunted the unconscious Bakugo, granting him the insulting nickname after their earlier "breakup". The hotheaded grenadier was dragged away via a slime tendril that emanated from her watchful father Papito. The Mineta patriarch was overseeing the entirety of the match, wearing a striped referee outfit, however his variant held dark purple stripes where normally the outfit would possess black ones.

Papito smiled proudly for his daughter. He spoke dreamily with a starry glint in his eyes. A warm fuzzy aura emanated from the proud father. "They grow up so fast. Her first boyfriend, her first fight, then her first breakup, now her first chicken-man hybrid! All in one day! It's truly a joy to be a dad!"

Bakugo forced his eyes open as he grumbled. "No way…if anyone's gonna break up with anyone…"

Bakugo raised himself using willpower alone.

"...then it's gonna be me!"

Papito turned to answer Bakugo. "Ah Bakugo! You're up already? Looks like you're out of the game. The game of love that is. She's already moved on with her rowdy rooster, no need to look back to the past with bitterness, you'll find someone new!"

Bakugo stared in bewilderment. "We were never together! We only met for a few hours!"

Papito wiped a tear from his eye. "Yes! I'm glad to have been there every minute of the way."

"It was literally only a few minutes ago she went and broke up with me!" Bakugo argued with the father of Manumei, trying to get through to him whilst preserving his reputation. The last thing he needed was to be confused as Manumei's ex boyfriend, especially considering their age difference.

Papito raised a mischievous eyebrow. A grin was working its way on the dad's face. "I thought you said you weren't together?"

Bakugo sputtered at a loss for words. "But…but I…S-she...never mind *grunts*." Bakugo fumed, looking upon the game furiously narrowing his sights on a certain twelve piece bucket of trouble.

"What's so special about the talking bird anyway…" Bakugo grumbled. Due to his normally competitive and brash demeanor, the explosion quirk wielder was miffed that Tokoyami was technically ranked higher than himself. To deem him as inferior struck Bakugo's ego, even despite the fact that technically, he held no such reciprocation for Manumei's crush to begin with. It was all about pride.

Next to him Ojiro sweatdropped, gazing from afar at the gloomy aura emanating from the usually bold boy.

'Is Bakugo jealous!?' Ojiro thought inwardly as he analyzed the aggressive and irritated body language of Bakugo, bearing a snarl towards Manumei and her team. As he looked on in bewilderment, another slime tendril dragged a twice battered Aoyama off the field and onto a cushy medical mattress. Being that Mamira was a doctor she must have gotten this at some point ahead of time…as if she knew they would need it…

On the field, next to Manumei and Tokoyami, were Shoji, Deku, Iida, Tsuyu, and Denki on her team. Their faces projected a combination of sweat, confusion and barely contained fear. For the past few minutes they've learned a valuable lesson. The Mineta family were also a family of ball-slinging sharpshooters.

As for the other team, Jiro could only smack her own forehead in frustration.

"Why did she have to choose the best ones? What was I thinking letting Toru choose our teammates? So much for a fair game!" The musician whined as she looked at the audience who were outed due to the intensity of the game, noticing Ojiro plastered on his seat.

"There goes our best dodger…" Jiro noted as she sighed in exhaustion from the current circumstances of the game.

Toru, on the other hand, could be heard wailing in despair in an over dramatic fashion, on her knees while screaming towards the skies, pleading to the heavens. "No! They took my Ojiro away too! Now I'm all out of potential husbands!"

Ojiro fumed at Toru's statement. "What do you mean 'all out'?...Wait a minute…husbands!? As in more than one!? Who is the other!?"

That's when it hit him. There was only one possible person that the invisible girl could be referring to.

He looked at Koda who was sweating intensely, desperately hoping for the best.

"Koji!" Ojiro said, referring to the animal tamer by his first name. The usually honor bound and emotionally disciplined karate expert was cracking under the dreaded feeling of competitive drive, a primal one that has been fought for since the beginning of mankind. Something Koji could tell might have something to do with the imperceptible girl weeping to the gods who may listen to her pleas.

Koda could only pray and hope that perhaps animals would come to his aid in case things went awry. At this point it was a matter of basic survival.

As Koda whispered for nearby birds to answer his call, the cumulative answer he received back from the ancient court of starving pigeons could be inferred as thus:

"See ya, don't wanna be ya."

The pigeons chirped off before flying away, leaving the animal speaker alone, resigned to his ill gotten fate. He bellowed in animal tongue a series of linguistically skilled profanity towards the cowardly squabs who turned their backs on him.

Among the other recently outed players was Sato, who could be seen with an ice bag on his crotch. Earlier the large sugar addict had taken a mean blow straight into his mini muffins via a curve throw gone astray. Next to him was a concerned Mimina. The smallest of the Raisinette trio watched over the yellow cladded baker. Her lavender orbs stared deeply into the young man's own, practically drilling her way into his consciousness.

"Sato?" The normally reserved girl asked in apparent concern. Sato on the other hand was feeling anxiety from the sheer fact that he was exposed to the budding man-eater before him, especially when he's at his most vulnerable. Should this Mineta sister decide to devour him, he lacked any means of escape from the carnally driven girl. He was literally defenseless.

'This is the second time I've played a sport with Mineta where I end up like this…except now I'm stuck here with her too!' Sato fidgeted as his heart pumped rapidly. Adrenaline was charging his flight response, however it wasn't potent enough to stave off the aching sensation of bruised loins. He felt much akin to a fly caught in a spider web, completely at the mercy of his would-be captor.

Mimina looked at the ice pack that was placed on his crotch. She whispered into his ear, purring out in a tone befitting a siren.

"Don't worry stud, those freshly baked munchkins are gonna need all the rest they can…I'll be sure to keep them well maintained…for the day I gobble them up…" Mimina said huskily, making Sato squirm in his makeshift bedding he used to rest his bruised cream puffs.

Sato thought internally. 'At the rate this is going, I'm gonna be a househusband without having a say in anything!'

-Inside Sato's Mind-

Sato, within his imagination, could see himself dragged into a shrine by his legs, courtesy of Mamira and Papito, as he begged for release.

'That, or nothing more than a walking piece of meat!'

Sato found himself held in a literal shotgun wedding, which Mamira pointed at his back despite her joyous laughter ringing in his ears. Mimina, on the other hand, was wearing a wedding gown. Though everything appeared peaceful, the audience gave him facial expressions displaying cringe and shock. This was probably because Mimina was literally a little girl.

'I can't let that happen! That would seal the end of my dream of becoming a hero!'

-Back to Reality-

Back on the field, with the rest of the players, Jiro sighed as she looked at the team that was left. Taking a gander at her surviving teammates, she had to be honest, the odds of victory were increasingly grim.

Through her eyes, she could see a passionate yet wary Kirishima, a dazed Sero, a confused Todoroki, and a weeping Toru, still in the game. That, and Mineta, who was the only one smiling innocently, having no clue as to the hellish game he had signed up for. This was normal for him after all. The rest of her team, on the other hand, looked worse for wear.

Jiro sulked. 'It's our six against their six…and we were doing so good too! Why did Toru talk me into this!?'

Jiro narrowed her gaze as her dark orbs focused on the red headed Minimu who raised his eyebrows twice suggestively towards her. He was sitting innocently on his babies' chair, removing his binky in order to send her a lecherous toothy smile. Surprisingly, despite his infancy he already possessed an impressive set of pearly whites.

Jiro widened her eyes as she was sent air smooches by the perverted infant. Each one was clean and salivating for her.

Jiro's face instinctively cringed, her face darkening in revulsion.

'Oh right… that's why I willingly stepped into this deathtrap, so I can get some distance with that little spawn of the underworld!'

Kirishima grinned, albeit with a failed attempt at displaying confidence. His team mates were still hiding but following Jiro's command since she was a sensor user and could detect incoming dodgeballs. With all the uprooted clumps of dirt, the yard was practically a battlefield.

Kirishima sighed exasperatingly as he massaged the back of his head.

"You know when I first heard we were gonna play dodgeball I didn't know it was gonna be this-"

Sero had stuck his head out to check for enemies. His eyes widened like soccer balls.

"Oh shi-!"

WHAM

Sero collapsed like a ragdoll from the impact.

Unfortunately, the tape master was made a victim of Manumei's skilled right curve shot. The girl had flung the ball with precision, landing a critical blow that sent one to a deep sleep. In this case Sero was the victim of her shot. Her pose was that of a professional baseball player, with her tongue sticking out as she catapulted the magenta tinted ball towards her mark.

"-crazy…" Kirishima finished, seeing Sero with a large bump on his head that was a clear indicator as to where the ball had landed. Straight for the head.

Toru panicked. "Your sister's a monster, Mineta!"

The girl grabbed Mineta and began the process of shaking him like a ragdoll. The smaller sized boy was helpless to the onslaught of rapid and intensive shakes.

"Why didn't you tell us that she was a major league baseball player!"

Mineta raised his shoulders. "I wouldn't say major league, but I told you guys she was good. We always play dodgeball like this."

Toru squealed. "That's why you're so good with throwing spheres!?"

Mineta sweatdropped. "Now that I think about it…yeah! My mother always told me that it's healthy to 'get up and play an hour a day'. Isn't this what most families do?"

Toru shook him wildly in prevalent frustration. A vein pulsed in irritation on her forehead. Even though she was invisible, it was discernibly red with heated blood flow. "No they do not! No normal family has World War Three right in their backyard!"

On the opposite side of the field, Deku swallowed as he looked around the decimated yard. He analyzed the destruction around him as a result of what was meant to be a friendly game to pass the time after dinner.

"Is this really dodgeball? I can't help but feel this is a perfect recreation for how the dinosaurs became extinct! Right Denki?"

Denki, who was next to Deku, had a blank stare in his eyes. He was unresponsive.

Deku blinked nervously at the cold unresponsiveness of his usually laid back comrade of abstinence. "Denki? Is everything okay?"

Denki spoke with a notable shift in his pitch. His voice came out deeper, at least as deep as his young voice could make. He had a look that displayed a combination of realization and boiling rage. As he spoke, electrical sparks could be seen flaring from the tips of his hair, discharging along with his emotions.

"Nah man…I'm pretty freaking far from okay…I'm up against Jiro…she's on Mineta's team…that bastard did this on purpose…what's he doing behind that dirt pile? Do you even hear that?"

Deku's ear practically grew double its size to hear what Denki was referring to.

Upon listening he could hear Mineta, and what sounded like his face being shaken.

"Blblblblblbblblblblblblbl!" Mineta let out audibly, as behind the dirt pile, Toru kept shaking him in frustration for the crazy dodgeball game she was forced to endure. This was however unseen to the pair of chaste boys.

For Deku in particular, the strange sound did indeed remind him of something earlier. He could only think back to something Mineta said to him at one point.

- Flashback: Before Mineta the Mayhem-

Deku, Denki and Mineta sat in the cafeteria, having a man to man talk about their tastes of the feminine persuasion, their fantasies, as well as their hopes for the future.

Deku was blushing red like a neon sign as Denki asked Mineta "If you could do anything with your girlfriend, right now, what would that be?"

Deku audibly gulped as he listened, his ears flushed with shyness as to this 'manly' talk. Crumbs were still plastered on the corner of his lips as he instinctively wanted to hear Mineta's tastes. Being a teenager, curiosity was the main driver behind his focused attention.

Mineta pressed his right hand against his chin in thought.

"Oh that's an easy one. If she's got legs, I wouldn't mind having a lap pillow. Smother my face into some much needed warmth. Just the thought gets me fired up!"

Denki chuckled. His face took on a leery and knowing grin. He made a swaying motion with his hands, making a well known hand signal for an hourglass. "What about if she's more generous up top so to speak?"

Deku was quickly drinking milk through a straw as he listened on, his eyes completely white as he was shook from the sheer thought of a girlfriend.

Mineta grinned lecherously. "Big or not I would stick my face in there-"

Mineta pressed his hands on both of his cheeks, making his cheeks squished against the palms of his thick hands.

"-and go like this! BLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLB!"

Mineta proclaimed without shame as he mimicked the movements of his head as he motorboated the imaginary boobs of the future girlfriend he had in mind.

Deku, after seeing this perverted gesture, squirted milk from his nostrils and fainted. Denki was too busy laughing along with Mineta, as they had fun describing their fantasies. Behind them, the trio had not yet noticed the dark aura of enraged girls of class 1A who were able to hear his shameless tastes.

-Flashback End-

Deku blinked in realization. "Denki, you don't think-"

Denki interjected. His facial expression displayed barely hidden outrage. His eyes were piercing, though not really looking at anything in particular. He was lost in thought.

"Two girls, he got two girls man…that's literally double the dosage of masculine happiness! Leaving us plebs in the dust…"

Deku confusedly mumbled. "We?"

Deku's pupils shook as Denki's eyes increasingly darkened as his mind continued down the dark path of envy and growing insecurity. "Now that I think about it…knowing Mineta as we do…can two really be enough? Can his desire ever be satiated with just two!?"

Deku staggered, stiffly looking at the dirt pile where he began to believe that perhaps Denki was on to something.

'It's….not impossible. Considering Mineta is able to 'keep his holy staff up' like the stories All Might told me, there's no telling just how many girls he would need in order to 'cage his indigo headed dragon.'

Deku's green eyes took a look at the audience, looking around for someone, instinctively seeking for one with chestnut brown locks and prominent red cheeks. Unfortunately, it would seem she wasn't there at the moment. Her location was unknown.

'If this is true…then doesn't that mean Mineta might want to make the "two humped camel" with the other girls from our class? Even girls like…Uraraka!?'

Back on the other team, Jiro could be seen groaning to herself in frustration. She was looking angrily at the rest of the class, noticing the girls were missing.

"I swear, being the only girl willing to take one for the team really sucks! So much for sisterhood!" She said aloud as another ball was launched, causing her face to ripple from the velocity of the powerful throw that nearly made its mark. Jiro crouched as she took deep breaths, shaken from the unexpected throw.

"I just saw my life flash before my eyes…" Jiro whispered to herself sullenly. Her other teammates could only look on in bewilderment.

Mineta took a peak at the audience, curious about the presence of the other girls just as much as Jiro. He himself wondered where the girls all went. Other than Mimina, Jiro and Tsuyu, all the others had practically disappeared.

'I wonder where they went? The game wasn't that boring right?' Mineta thought to himself, being so desensitized to playing intense sports with his family that he thought of it as potentially boring for outsiders.

As the field quieted, Jiro used her earlobes to discover the location of the opposite team within the dense fog.

"Mineta!" Jiro called out to the grape headed hero.

Mineta turned towards the sensory quirk user, knocked from his thoughts in favor of the game at hand.

"Yeah!" Mineta responded, energetically ready for whatever Jiro had to tell him.

"You're good with balls right? We're gonna need you for this! It's all or nothing."

Mineta narrowed his eyes. "Hey I don't know what you are insinuating with that question. Mind rephrasing that?"

Jiro barked. "You know what I mean! Just get out there, as far as I'm concerned we're getting creamed."

She shoved the ball into Mineta's hand and immediately scooped him up. Mineta felt his weight shift dramatically with how light he was in Jiro's grip.

Kirishima sweatdropped. He asked in an accusatory tone. "Hey I know what you're really trying to do, you're trying to sacrifice him aren't you!?"

Jiro sweatdropped. "Uh…no…but now that you mention it…"

Mineta protested with vigor. An irritated vein pulsed against his right temple as he struggled within Jiro's grip. "That was your lame plan!?"

Jiro blushed embarrassedly. "In all honesty, this is the scariest game of dodgeball I've ever played. What else do you want me to do!?"

"For god's sake Jiro! Manumei's a little girl. She can't hurt you! She's innocent, just like Minimu." Mineta argued.

Jiro took a peak at the baby in question before cringing. The little fiend was taking his binky and started inserting it into a hole he made with his pointer finger and a thumb. He was clearly trying to message her what he had in mind before winking at her.

Jiro began to have another mental breakdown. Already suffering from earlier trauma of a potentially worse pervert than Mineta, the goth girl panicked.

"The beast circles with hunger! We must appease it with a sacrifice!" Jiro said in her frenzied mental state. Due to her Minimu-induced trauma she reflexively picked up Mineta as if about to toss him into the battlefield, vulnerable to a volley of balls.

"Hey! Put me down Jiro!" Mineta panicked as Jiro struggled to maintain her sanity.

Her teammates sweatdropped as they watched Jiro crack psychologically under the pressure.

Kirishima whispered to Todoroki. "You think she's gone nuts?"

Todoroki blinked confusedly. "You mean this isn't a part of the game?"

Kirishima smacked his own forehead in frustration due to Todoroki's dense nature. He wasn't the best with social cues, so this much was a given.

"At least Toru is still around, right Toru? Uh…Toru?" The redhead asked himself before looking around, noticing the girl was gone. Not simply invisible, the girl was completely gone out of earshot.

"Where the hell did she go!?" Kirishima exclaimed in shock. The gloved girl was just nowhere to be seen, literally and figuratively.

Todoroki sweatdropped again at this turn of events. Though deceptively unemotional in his response, he couldn't quite shake off this tingling sensation in his fingertips, practically shivering in place.

Manumei called out in a taunting manner. "I call this an easy win! Victory is ours!"

That was when Kirishima began sprinting forward from his hiding spot. Since Jiro was losing her grip on her sanity, he would make his stand here.

"In your dreams! Red Riot never quits!" The bold and courageous redhead proclaimed with pride.

Tokoyami readied his dark shadow again. His eyes narrowed in seriousness as he readied himself for ball warfare.

"Don't worry I got this one." The bird headed hero in training stated, ensuring Manumei was behind his sentient quirk to keep the small sibling safe from harm.

"Defending my honor are we? You're one spicy twelve piece bucket of trouble!" Manumei flirted with hearts in her eyes, making Tokoyami stop in place due to being once again compared to a chicken. His pride was once again shot down by the crispy remark.

"You compared me to…a chicken meal…"

"There's something about a man handling things that is oh so finger licking good!" Manumei huskily said with amorous intention. This only made Tokoyami's spine tingle. As for Dark Shadow, it reflected its master's confused and yet disturbed facial expression, devastated by the comparison to a set of edible wings.

Kirishima was able to get close and launched his ball. It was crimson and had a black painted fanged grin on it.

"Here you go!" Kirishima roared as the ball was launched with fervor. Due to the unintentional distraction made by Manumei's flirting.

BONK

BA KAW

The great Jet-Black Hero: Tsukuyomi, was deep fried. His body lay unconscious as he was carried off on a stretcher. The defeated bird man's eyes appeared as prominent "x" shapes as he was carried off. Manumei, now without her precious nugget, wept in an overly dramatic fashion.

"No! My sweet crow! I'm so sorry for distracting you!" The girl said while on her knees, helplessly reaching out with her right hand towards the direction her beloved was taken.

The stretcher itself was carried off by Papito. Despite being one man, through the use of his quirk, he was able to multitask using extra slime limbs.

"Honey, what did I tell you about flirting?" Papito chided his daughter, waving a pointer finger in a mildly lecturing manner.

Manumei sighed. "Don't mac while on a working man's back...sorry…"

Papito nodded. "Exactly, a man's job must be done 100%. Otherwise they get hurt. Save the fun for after he wakes up."

The class 1A students stared in bewilderment. Collectively they thought.

'What kind of fatherly advice is that!?'

Manumei sighed before her eyes stilled their tears. Her face however steadily flushed.

Jiro felt bad for the girl. "She's not gonna cry is she?"

Jiro turned to Mineta before noticing Mineta appearing scared. He was grasping Jiro's leg in fear.

"Oh shit! She's not crying! She's pissed!"

Kirishima, on the other hand, was feeling a sudden shift in atmosphere. A strange aura emanated from the usually vibrant Manumei. Her magenta tinted optics practically drilled into Kirishima's red orbs.

"You may be a sexy beef cake, but you just grilled my lean rooster, you're so… dead!" Manumei's rage reached a boiling point. The spheres on her head spheres bubbled upwards.

BOBBLE

BOBBLE

BOBBLE

Her spheres boiled while at the same time the tips of her twin 'hair' buns shifted in Kirishima's direction. The tips opened wide. Inside were deep chambers, with no way to see it's insides.

Manumei took a deep breath and closed her eyes tightly before clapping her ears tightly shut.

"Kiss your red ass goodbye jarhead!" Manumei threatened as the twin spheres flicked with a magenta tinted spark. It was as if someone lit a match within the chasms of her hair spheres.

CHUCK

BOOM

A loud shotgun sound was registered in Kirishima's eardrums. From his perspective, all he could see was that he was staring at the sunset colored clouds, knocked off his feet. The strength of the blast was hard enough to topple him over. An impressive feat considering his quirk being active. He had landed a good four feet away from his position, finding himself laid out on the ground from the cannon ball-like impact.

His body however, refused to move. The bludgeoning power of the blast had rendered him immobile. With only the strength of his neck muscles, he looked down and noticed a magenta colored ball rammed into his gut. It was one of Manumei's own spheres. Unlike Mineta's sticky spheres, these were dense and heavy, like iron balls.

Kirishima wheezed in a hoarse voice.

"Ouch…"

Jiro and Todoroki shook in place watching the end result of resistance against the eldest sibling of the Raisinettes.

Deku and Denki had widened eyes. They dropped their balls in shock. Their jaws fell along with their deflated balls.

"You saw that Deku! She just fired a damn cannon!" Denki pointed in shock.

"That's her quirk…it's got a lot of firepower!" Deku analyzed, digging in his pocket for his notebook. He usually had it on him during moments such as this where he wanted to jot down important notes about the people he met as well as things to watch out for.

Deku raised an eyebrow.

"Huh? Where did-?"

Papito echoed out. "Looks like someone's a wee bit angry. Dial it back a bit sweetheart. Remember your breathing."

Manumei, whose demeanor was currently coated in darkness, immediately shifted with the sound of her father's voice. The enraged sphere gunner took the words of her father to heart. Her body language practically deflated like a balloon, cooling down by taking a deep breath inward and outward, reminiscent of meditative breathing practices.

With each breath her quirk had seized. The spheres which emanated smoke out the exposed barrels had now cooled along with her temperament. Even her magenta colored eyes which were glowing with venomous fury had dimmed in their intensity, sulking back into the vivid pools of childlike innocence. Her intense expression shifted back into her normal bubbly and happily vibrant demeanor.

Manumei shyly looked to the side as the fearful players who were outed from the game huddled together in collective fear. Ojiro was clinging to Koda, who was clinging to him back out of the need for self preservation. Sato was clinging to Mimina who gushed over the hug from her chosen stud muffin.

Manumei's lips were in a pouting expression. She didn't mean to go that far, her emotions were the main driving factor behind the premature use of her quirk.

"Sorry…you had to see me like that." Manumei said, her eyes averting from meeting the gazes of the others around her, pouting ashamedly as she apologized.

*Que Present Mic Narration: "Manumei Mineta, Her Quirk: 'Sphere Cannon!' Her hair spheres are extremely dense, which she can fire with immeasurable velocity depending on her mood. Best watch out, she's a literal walking cannon!*

Mineta let out a breath of relief. "Thank goodness for dad. He always knows how to stop us from losing it."

Jiro raised an eyebrow. "Wait…so he's the reason for why you know how to use your quirk so well?"

Mineta nodded. "The best trainer in my early years. He taught me how to use my quirk creatively. This one time he taught me how to make an emergency tent with my spheres. Without him, I wouldn't have been able to even get a single sphere out of my head.

Jiro blinked, looking between Mineta and Papito. Seeing the prevalent contrast between them. Height wise the difference was as clear as night and day. However, personality wise, the musician noticed that they were definitely similar. Both were highly passionate individuals, who also possessed highly intelligent and supportive personalities and quirk types.

Though still perverted, Papito still knew how to rein in his children as well as to when to intervene as a father. This was clearly possible through years of parenting as well as growing mentally as a person to empathize as well as lead others.

'Is that what growing up as a proper man does to boys? He was able to calm her down really fast.'

Jiro couldn't help but notice the look of admiration Manumei held in her eyes when she looked at her father. It was clear that Papito, despite his jovial and laid back demeanor, was a competent homemaker and worthy of respect in the eyes of his children, hence why they follow his lead so willingly and trustfully.

Jiro looked at Mineta who was peaking past the dirt pile and looked at her, trying to get her attention.

"We should think fast, it's down to us three!" Mineta said. With the loss of Kirishima and the strange disappearance of Toru, it was only Mineta, Jiro and Todoroki left for the game.

Jiro sighed. "With all of them at once there's no real way to get a win. Shoji's got many arms, Deku has super strength, Iida is super fast, Tsuyu is really agile, Denki is a great shot and Manumei is a killer shot. I don't have a plan."

Todoroki figured. "I could probably take out one but I won't be able to dodge in time to get another one."

Mineta seemed analytical.

'So how can we win when we're outnumbered? If we go on the offensive like Bakugou and Kirishima, we're gonna end up like them. We need to be able to attack and retreat quick enough before we get mowed down by balls.'

He grinned cheekily. He had an idea.

"Any of you guys play paddle ball?"

Manumei stared onward at the field, now decimated as if it were on the field of a war as opposed to a game.

"Where are they? All of this waiting around is making me bored." She said as she scooped her magenta colored ball, ready to fire without hesitation.

Iida looked in concern. "Maybe they're unconscious with all the bombardment? I hope not…that's the last thing we need…another visit to the hospital."

Deku sweatdropped. "No, don't be silly. I'm sure they're fine…probably…"

And that's when it happened.

Todoroki and Jiro popped out from behind the dirt piles they hid behind.

While running, Jiro could be heard mumbling to herself in repetition.

"This is so stupid, this is so stupid." The musician said in a constant loop, her eyes displayed fear. Even her face was sweaty with the constant fidgeting and lack of confidence in this manner of attack.

Todoroki immediately shot a fiery coated blitz from which his half white and half red ball was thrown. It practically curved to the right aiming towards Iida who dodged the ball rapidly.

In his attempt to flee, however, he reached the edge of the field. Its boundary was indicated via a painted white chalk.

Iida had to stop himself before he reached out of bounds.

Iida gritted his teeth. "Carefully, carefully…". The dutiful boy echoed total himself, as he was literally standing on only one foot to avoid making another step past the boundary line.

That was until Jiro launched her own ball.

Manumei turned to Iida. "Look alive Iida! It's coming straight for you-"

WHAM

Manumei mumbled. "Never mind…"

Iida had collapsed past the boundary line, prompting Papito to blow a whistle.

"Out of bounds Iida, you're out!"

Iida sighed. Had he not dropped to the ground he would have been made victim to Jiro's throw. Since she had thrown her black ball with her ear jack, the throw was far more powerful than usual. He would have risked breaking his glasses.

Iida rolled out of the field, crawling his way to the audience as he was too afraid of standing up.

"That was without a doubt the most stressful game I've ever played." the dutiful runner said.

Sero deadpanned. "I think I now know why Mineta used to be scared so easily. I would be too if I had to play dodgeball like this. It does make good reflex training though."

Back on the field. Todoroki, despite throwing his ball simply pulled his throwing hand backwards.

BOING

The ball, though thrown, was pulled sharply and collided back into Todoroki's hand before

BOING

The ball shot back towards the group again, practically faster than before, this time towards Denki. In mid throw, the blond was shocked as the ball curved towards him.

"No no no!"

WHAM

Denki fell onto the ground, with his tongue sticking out. His body occasionally twitched with instinctive attempts at movement.

Manumei checked behind her. "Huh? How the heck did you get hit?"

Shoji had to grab and cover Manumei using his many limbs. As a result of his training he used his stretchy skin shield on reflex. Another ball was sent, this time a black painted one with a white skull on it. It flanked him from a diagonal angle to his right.

BONK

"Shoji! You're out!" Papito called to the multi armed boy, who sweatdropped.

"Whoops. Sorry about that guys." He said before walking off the field, as he walked however his body slowed down before he collapsed like a stiff wooden board. Papito had to scoop him up, noticing a large swell on the back of his head.

Manumei rolled out of the way as another red and white ball was tossed near her position before being pulled back.

"Using big bros' quirk huh? Two can play at that game. Deku, with me! Tsuyu cover for us!"

Tsuyu nodded. "Got it. Ribbit!" Tsuyu said before using her tongue to carry a green and yellow spotted ball to intercept a shot from Jiro using her earlobes, attempting to flank them while they were distracted with Todoroki.

Tsuyu challenged. "No way you're gonna get a hit on them that easily Jiro!"

"Don't worry about it, this one's for you!"

Tsuyu's eyes widened as she saw that Todoroki's ball connected to a purple slime substance that enabled his throws to be pulled back to his hand. The same throwing hand was also carrying a sphere. Mineta had Todoroki carry his sphere and used the power of the bouncing trait of his quirk alongside its jelly like substance to literally pull off trick shots that were increasingly fast with each bounce. Like a paddle ball!

BOING

The same paddle ball-like throw that was heading for her at the same time as Jiro's throw.

'I can't dodge it! I have to get one out! But which one!?'

Tsuyu made her choice. With a tongue powered throw, she aimed and attempted to strike Jiro.

BOING

Jiro was pulled back via a jelly rope that was connected to her back. The grape colored rope was connected to Mineta.

'Minoru really has teamwork down pat. Really impressive…'

With loud prominence, her instincts responded to the reliability of Mineta's creative strategy.

"*Croak*!" The frog girl croaked, seeing Mineta on top of a dirt pile, overseeing the battle. His purple eyes were glowing with the sun casting a silhouette from behind him. He seemed so cool-

BASH

Tsuyu saw Mineta shaped stars. Before she knew it, she was dragged on a stretcher.

"Minoru…*croak* show me…your tongue…r-ribbit…"

Papito smiled. "Oh looks like Mineta is pulling in an animal girl! Just like his grandpa!"

Next to Papito, Bakugo and Sero coughed haphazardly as they overheard this needless little detail.

'What is up with this family!?' They both thought simultaneously.

On the field, whilst being pulled backwards, Jiro grinned. "Hey Mineta! This was a good plan after all!"

Mineta smirked. "I told you so. See, nothing can go wrong!"

The slide door leading inside the residence opened up, revealing Mamira Mineta with her usual sunny demeanor.

"Ooh! Looks like we have yet to miss the game! Would have been a shame if we were too late."

Mamira turned back to look over her shoulder and pointed to the field.

"Go on girls! Show me some flair! Shake those money makers!"

Jiro's mouth dropped to the floor as did the mouths of every boy on site.

Ochaco, Mina and Momo were currently in a rather provocative get up. They were outright wearing cheerleader outfits. Specifically, they were the same exact cheerleading outfits they wore for the sports festival.

The attire enabled the boys to see their classmate's toned arms and legs which were revealed due to the short skirts of their attire.

The trio of girls had intense blushes on their faces, clearly shy from the afternoon they were receiving.

Mamira grinned. "What's a good game without some full on fan service?"

Momo sighed. "How did we end up in this situation… again?"

Mina huffed. "Mineta's mom sure has a way with words…wanting us to support 'our hubby' and all that. She tricked us."

Momo sweatdropped. "Like mother like son I guess. You know now that I think about it…these are really comfy…"

Momo looked at the outfit, admiring their make. After all, she did make them herself.

Mina nodded. "They make me feel…sexy…is it strange that this doesn't bother me like it should?"

Momo whispered. "It's probably because now we're doing this for…someone we like…"

Monomi stepped out in a miniature variant of a cheerleader getup. She had a red and white pom pom as she shyly looked at Todoroki, her face beaming with anticipation.

"Doest mine own lief truly liketh these robes mother?" Monomi whispered her question, in an old fashioned dialect.

Mamira raised a thumbs up towards her second born daughter. A little encouragement to make the old fashioned sounding girl more confident in her own skin.

"He's gonna have his first nosebleed! I guarantee it!" The mother of the century said inspiringly.

Monomi seemed concerned. "Does my dearest need to bleed?"

Ochaco, who was next to the little girl gulped, though she wasn't really deterred by her attire. Her gaze was timidly taking peaks at a certain green microphone headed boy. The same boy who was clearly focused on her. His face was like a tomato, being exposed to such a sight once again, albeit even closer than before.

Ochaco, inwardly, asked herself. 'Is this really what girls do to show guys they liked them?'

Mamira winked to the cheerleader girls. "No better way to show love to your significant other than a fitting wardrobe, am I right girls?"

"I…never thought of it that way…" Ochaco said aloud, as if it were the epiphany of a lifetime.

Mamira smiled at the girls' innocence. "Trust me, if you want your guys attention, a little attentiveness to your getup is a powerful way to get your point across. A picture says 1000 words but a good attire only needs three."

Ochaco raised her eyebrow. "What are they?"

Mamira smirked perversely. "I'm. All. Yours."

Ochaco gulped audibly. Originally this whole plan would have made her reject this. However, considering who was on the field, she couldn't deny, she wouldn't do this for no one else. In fact, in some strange primal way, she actually wanted to do this for her crush.

"Okay!" Ochaco said with determination. Her eyes lit with fire in her eyes. Shaking two green pom poms on her hands, Uravity was ready for her cheerleading debut.

Mamira smirked at Momo. "Thanks for making these outfits by the way, Yao-Mo!"

Momo nodded in response to her given nickname. "No problem… I just hope…"

"He'll like it. He's my little Mino after all! Look!" Mina grinned cheekily.

In front of them was Mineta with a notable focused stare. His eyes were practically glowing as his eyes bore an intense and powerful gaze.

Momo felt so exposed. And yet she couldn't help but feel her heart flutter, seeing his attentive gaze, oozing with desire for her.

Mina on the other hand simply posed, stretching her bust upward so Mineta would see her more prominently. Being the more confident of the two she held less reservations than Momo did.

Mineta's nostrils shot a torrent of blood from the overstimulation of seeing such a blessed sight. Before, he was vilified for this, but now they were willingly dressing up for him. His instincts wanted nothing more than to embrace them.

Confusedly, Todoroki looked at Monomi with a questioning gaze.

'She's wearing a red and white outfit. Is she cheering for the other team?'

In Deku's mind, the young boy was formulating all sorts of possibilities as to why Ochaco would wear a green cheerleader outfit, as well as why her eyes were focused on him. The way her lashes fluttered with each blink. How her irises gazed upon him with such confidence. From his point of view, he was seeing a blue screen of death as his trace of thought crashed.

'A problem has been detected and DEKU has been shut down to prevent damage to his psyche.'

Ochaco made eye contact with the boy she fancied and smiled gleefully at him. She felt a little better seeing his nervous expression.

"Oh um…hey Deku! Hehehe." Ochaco waved with her green pom pom in her hand. Her rosy cheeks were prominent with her smile causing Deku to immediately drop his dark green ball.

"Hey broccoli boy! Keep your mind in the game!"

"The oasis of yonder melons has appeared before me!" Deku said aloud, his mind rebooting, however his teachings about manhood from All Might was the first thing to come to sneak past his lips.

Ochaco's face reddened with complete bewilderment at how Deku mentioned something about melons. Taking a look at her own body, Ochaco couldn't help but turn red in the face before floating in midair.

'Deku likes my…my body! It worked! He likes it!' The gravity user thought as her body floated upwards, clumsily sending her upwards before bonking her head on the rooftop. She was rendered unconscious as a result, comically limp. The only sign of her apparent wound was the large swelling lump on the top of her head. Papito used a tendril to literally stick her to the wall so she wouldn't begin flying upwards into the sky.

Deku was still gushing over the display, like it were a sign from the heavens.

'Is she doing the zero gravity dance of selection?' Deku thought to himself, completely ignoring the game.

Monomi on the other hand, simply raised her pom pom and shyly whispered.

"Y-you…can…d-do it! Todoroki!" Monomi shyly said. Todoroki sweatdropped in confusion. Being socially awkward at times made him completely lost when trying to understand why the little girl would go so far to cheer him. At the same time, the elemental, who for many years was denied affection couldn't explain the sudden warmth he felt in his chest at the sight of someone cheering him on. One thing he did know for sure:

'I don't know why…but I really don't want to lose now!'

He refused to lose, at least not without taking as many down with him.

Mamira laughed. "Oh how cute! Young love at its finest."

Manumei raised an eyebrow.

"Hey broccoli boy! You mind keeping your eye on the game! What's that floozy got that I don't?"

With the cheerleaders, Mamira whispered to her future daughters in law. "Knock them dead, girls!"

Momo and Mina gulped.

Momo squeaked. "Well…here goes nothing."

Mina added. "Let's show him what we got!"

(A/n: Que Boku no Hero Academia Season 2 OST - Shougai Butsu Kyouso)

Momo and Mina began doing a choreographed dance shaking their pom poms and hopping with flair. Both of them chanted in their passionate displays of morale boosting.

"Here we are, see it through!

Let our dance inspire you!

Beat it down, hard and fast.

Bust and thrust your all and blast! Mi-no-ru!"

The two girls chanted collectively. Their dance was so synchronized, a model of perfect form and practiced execution. It was all for Mineta after all. Their confident smiles sold the display.

The boys stared in shock as the two girls chanted the name of the last person they expected for them to cheer. That and the lyrics behind the chant clearly possessed a sexual undertone, designed to rile up its intended target.

Aoyama, who was resting, pretty much voiced their concerns. "I guess…Mineta's mom forced them to do that…"

Denki grumbled pitifully. "You naive fool…you know nothing!"

Sero's demeanor darkened too. He did see Momo and Mina with Mineta upstairs in his room after all. "No fair man…just…no fair…"

Aoyama fidgeted in fear of Denki's blackened aura. He seemed pissed about something he didn't know about yet.

'D-did I say something wrong?'

Bakugo stared like a neanderthal that first discovered fire. Looking between the girls and Mineta and back to the girls, the bomber was trying to put two and two together.

'Something is up between these three. For some reason…it's making me pissed!'

Mamira turned behind her, raising an eyebrow. "Nemuri. Lady! Are you two dressed?"

Voices emanated from within the house.

"No way! I am not gonna lower myself for some cheap thrills!" Mountain Lady could be heard complaining.

"Of course you would be the buzzkill." Midnight challenged, also being inside the house.

"Shut it grandma! You want to flaunt off those sag buns of yours, that's on you! Like anyone wants to see those flopping flapjacks anyway!"

Papito called out. "And here I was wondering if it was true what they said about Mountain Lady in 'Toned Titan's Top 5 Bodies' magazine."

Mountain Lady could be heard gasping. "Really!? What did they say about me!?"

Mamira teased.

"Those glutes were as tight and solid as your personality. Be a shame to let those tabloids down."

Mountain Lady let out a groan. "Oh alright! But just this once. After this never again!"

Midnight sighed. "Finally. About time you loosened up. Have fun with it."

"Fun, schmun! This is about my rep! Let's go you old prune!" Mountain Lady stated, her vanity knowing no limits.

The doors slid open again, as it did so the boys collectively released a nosebleed from the confirmation of two of the hottest sights they have seen in their young lives.

Midnight and Mountain Lady wore their cheerleader outfits. Both were tinted purple, much like the usual color scheme of the Mineta household. Mountain Lady and Midnight still wore their hero masks, but their bodies were wearing tight cleavage displaying variants of the usual cheerleader garb. These were explicitly designed for sex appeal and inciting desire whereas before it was meant to look cute and captivating.

Midnight displayed her arms behind her head, being sure to show off her curvaceous form.

"Looks like this 'old girl' still knows how to draw in the room." Midnight purred.

Mountain Lady was bent over, dropping a pom pom by accident. "Whatever, I'm only doing this so no one could say I am not worthy of Toned Titans' Top Five!"

Mamira laughed as she teased. "Oh wow MoLa. You sure have the body of a toned titan. Papito get a look at this!"

Mountain Lady raised an eyebrow. "Wait! Your husband? No!"

Mamira smiled lecherously. "What's wrong with a guy liking the view? I saw you staring at his butt earlier. What's wrong with a little eye candy?"

Mountain Lady fidgeted fearfully. It was only a peek, yet the Mineta matriarch had caught her red handed.

Mamira whispered in her ear. "We both like the sight of yours. That and those thighs of yours."

Mountain Lady was sweating bullets. 'They both were checking me out!?'

She took a look at Papito who winked with a hunter's grin. "Be sure to make yourself comfortable as an honored guest Mountain Lady!"

Mamira leaned forward. "Anytime!"

Papito leaned forward. "Any place."

Both winked. "We'll tend to your most aching needs."

Mountain Lady's eyes rolled into the back of her head as she fainted. It was too much for the giantess to take. Midnight giggled at the younger woman losing composure.

"I guess this ol girl still has the charm. Am I right, Mi-no-ru?"

Mineta was feeling his pants tighten. 'Midnight is really laying it on thick. She looks so good!'

Mina sulked. "She has us beat…"

Momo glared. "Not for long…I'll be sure to wipe that smile on her face…"

Momo bore a lustful smirk. Blood dribbled down her nostrils. "Soon enough!"

Papito blew his whistle for the game to continue, knocking everyone from their stupor. Upon the blow of the referees' whistle, Manumei immediately fired a sphere.

Jiro panicked as the ball rocketed towards her. Due to Mineta's distraction from Momo and Mina's display, he was unable to pull her out in time.

Jiro panicked as she swerved and tried to move. The slime kept her anchored. She immediately tried the 'fake faint maneuver' like she did in a baseball game once, dodging the ball.

'Okay just gotta pretend to be unconscious and I'm home free!'

"Honey, be sure to gently tap her with the ball. Remember, no mercy." Papito called aloud to Manumei with an innocent smile on his face, not knowing that Manumei was smirking evilly.

"I sure will dad~" Manumei sung to her father before immediately firing a hard throw at Jiro, whose fake fainting did not deter Manumei from landing a solid blow.

Jiro gasped as she tried to dig herself into the ground. Papito unknowingly sealed her fate.

"This is bull-

WHAM

Jiro found herself immediately on a stretcher. Her face was swollen as she moaned in pain.

She noticed a pair of gloves brushing her hair.

"Oh my gosh I was so worried, if only I could have done something!" Toru could be heard in faux concern.

Jiro angrily stared down Toru. "Yeah…if only someone hadn't bailed on me!" Jiro said before sighing. She closed her eyes in an attempt to relax.

'At least the game is over…I'm finally free.'

She was placed next to Minimu, whose red eyes glistened in desire upon her placement next to him.

Papito could be heard within earshot.

"Keep her company, okay Minimu?" Papito said, prompting Jiro's eyes to bulge like dinner plates.

'Oh shit!' Jiro exclaimed as her eyes met with Minimu's. She was a goner.

All that was left were Todoroki and Mineta on their team. Their enemy consisted of Manumei and Deku.

"Two against two. Talk about a close game right Todoroki?" Mineta asked the dual elemental.

Todoroki nodded. "We can do it, we have to. If not for the world then for survival. We must endure."

Mineta raised an eyebrow. "Survival? It's just dodgeball…"

Todoroki looked at Monomi who still raised a pom pom towards him.

"No…not anymore…"

Mineta sweatdropped. 'Im starting to think nobody knows how to have fun anymore. They act like it's torture!'

Mineta looked at Deku who was focused on the game.

Mineta then took a glance at Manumei. Her hands were shaking.

He grinned.

"Todoroki, you got Midoriya?" He asked his remaining ally, who nodded back in response.

"Yeah, besides I don't want to make Monomi mad at me for hurting her older sister."

Mineta stopped before glancing at Todoroki. "Monomi? Whatcha mean?"

Todoroki shook his head. "I…don't know…"

Mineta waved it off. Right now the game mattered. With a sphere on hand Mineta placed it under his feet.

Todoroki raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

Mineta smirked. "During the fight with Harukaze, I used the same technique on Iida. It made him really fast. Now I'm doing it to myself."

Mineta's left foot made contact with the ground before

BOING

Each step the boy made launched him in small dashes forward. With his body leaning forward and with careful foot placement, Mineta found a means to burst himself forward through the use of his quirk's bouncing capabilities. Manumei had launched a ball in his direction, causing him to dash forward in a stream of indigo.

"Special Move: Bouncing Burst" Mineta exclaimed, rendering himself a worthy target for Manumei. Upon the ball making its way near him, Mineta lassoed the iron ball and spun, causing it to spin with him.

Deku took advantage to flank Mineta before he could make his move.

Deku tossed his green coated ball.

'With this shot, I make myself a man among men!' He thought with pride as the shot was a perfect timed counter to Mineta.

BONK

Todoroki had literally intercepted the ball with his own body as a shield.

At the same time Deku looked downward and noticed a streak of white and red being plastered near his foot. It was only a few centimeters away from making contact.

Deku sweatdropped. "Woah…that was really close."

Mineta, released the spinning ball towards Manumei and Deku. Both sidestepped the shot, with Mineta's throw. He sent Manumei's dense fear towards their position.

In midair, right between Deku and Manumei, Manumei proclaimed.

"Ha! Sorry Minoru! Your spheres are sticky and bouncy, but they don't have much mobility. This game is over!"

Deku and her readied a combined sphere throw. Both were going to strike Mineta from both sides. He was toast.

POP

SPLASH

Manumei's eyes widened. She looked to her left just as Deku looked to his right.

Manumei's sphere in midair possessed a few extra spheres from Mineta on both sides. Mineta's spheres shot out small tendrils of slime against their person.

With one thought, Mineta commanded.

'Pull.'

The tendrils immediately pulled Manumei and Deku straight into Manumei's sphere.

GONG

The last remaining two found themselves slammed face first into the most dense and weighted ball one could take to the face. Comically it looked like their teeth were rattled by the iron-like impact of their heads against the dense sphere of the eldest Raisinette.

WHEEEEEEE

A loud whistle was blown by Papito, signifying the end of the game as well as the end of this madness.

For Mineta however, the whistle made him distracted, his mind thinking of someone else. Someone who should be here.

"You're out! Jiro's team wins!" Papito proclaimed with a grand flair, his voice sounding like a professional game announcer.

The outed students clapped and whistled their praises. Considering the intensity of the game, they were glad it was over. At the same time it was surprisingly a much more intensive exercise than some of the UA training sessions. Not many sessions force you to undergo reflex training. Momo and Mina couldn't help but cheer that their portable hero was able to land a well timed victory.

Papito raised a thumbs up. "Minoru, good job with that little maneuver there. Looks like you've learned some new tricks at school. Manumei, you did really well. Against older students too! I am so proud of you for giving it your all."

Manumei, despite having comically crooked teeth, was in high spirits regardless of losing.

"Big bro really had me. So cool! That's my brother!"

Deku however, was seeing stars with that last impact. His eyes spun in loops with the heavy impact against the dense sphere of the oldest Raisinette.

"I didn't even know…Mineta could do something like that…so painful…" said the green headed hero as he struggled to maintain consciousness.

With all said and done, it was a miraculous game. One they would be sure to remember.

Papito smiled towards the class. "Anyone want another match?"

The class collectively screamed.

"NO!"

Papito looked at the notably darkening sunset and checked his watch. It was a purple painted one with gold painted decor. A custom paint job.

"Hmm, you're right, it's getting late. Looks like we'll have to raincheck the next match for your next visit."

The class collectively let out a sigh of relief.

Mineta walked into the group, getting some congratulations from the others. Even Midnight couldn't help but lift him and smother him with praise.

"A marvelous display. Just what I'd expect from the most unpredictable hero, isn't that right Mayhem." The pro heroine purred, leaning forward as she teasingly gazed into his eyes with her seductive blue irises.

Mineta inwardly felt his heart race and his mind experiencing a surge of validation from his hero idol. That and the sexy cheerleader outfit she wore.

"Wow you really know how to dress." Mineta admired checking her up and down.

"For occasions like this one. *Whispers* Remember my little invitation in case you need extra training. I'm not sure if you've noticed but your form is improving but a little more guidance can make a growing talent ignite like a forest fire." Midnight advised before letting him go.

Mineta was grateful for the welcoming advice and support. More than anything it's why Midnight was admittedly his favorite teacher despite her flirtatious demeanor, which for some could be off putting.

With all else said, the others began collecting their things and tidying what they could before heading out.

Papito sulked. "Aww already, we were just getting to know each other so well."

Kirishima stretched his arms in a pleading with the head of the household. "We would love to but we do have to head back to school. Being a hero and all that."

Sero rubbed the back of his head. "We promise this isn't the last time you'll see us."

Tsuyu, now recovered from the dodgeball game, smiled in a cute fashion. "It was nice to meet you all. We'll be sure to visit again."

Papito nodded. "Indeed, it's not everyday we have so many guests. As a man, sometimes the hardest thing to do is to say goodbye…" he said with a mature stoic expression.

GRIP

Papito gave the two slimy hug. Being emotionally charged at this moment, Papito had unintentionally used his quirk, covering the two in his sticky embrace.

"Please don't goooooo!" Papito begged childishly, contradicting his earlier stoicism.

Kirishima sighed before tapping Papito's back.

"It's only for a little while, promise!" The redhead stated. Tsuyu however, sweatdropped.

'I see where Minoru gets his grip from…he's got such thick masculine hands…wait…what?' Tsuyu thought to herself before Papito let go, wiping a stray tear.

"Very well. Until next time. Be sure to call when you next visit. I would love to prepare dinner for next time."

Mamira was busy chatting with Tokoyami, Sato and Todoroki.

"Looks like my daughters have taken a liking to you three. If you intend to make a move please wait about ten years for them to be legally ready. I'll be sure to have them primed and ready for a lifetime of loving if you know what I mean!"

The three were sweating bullets. Collectively the trio of future son in laws thought.

'Are we in an arranged marriage or something!?'

Tokoyami looked at Manumei in fear as she pulled out a drumstick and ate it with a grin in his direction. Sato looked at Mimina who sent him a seductive smile.

"See something you like stud?" Mimina whispered to him.

As for Todoroki, being that he was socially inept in such strange and unexpected situations, simply asked.

"So…in ten years…what exactly are you expecting?" Todoroki asked, too dense and naive to understand what the matriarch was trying to say. Mamira laughed it off.

"Oh I see trying to play hard to get huh? Monomi, he's not gonna make it easy for you, be sure to practice on your charm."

Monomi nodded with a fire in her eyes. "Right I won't let you down dearest husband!"

Todoroki's eyes widened. 'What!?'

Mamira smiled rosily towards the classmates.

"Today was a really fun day. I'm so happy I got to meet all of you. I'll drive you all back to campus."

The entire class paled. The thought of being in the same car with the ever passionate and wild driver, made them wish for a miracle.

There would be none, as the mother literally lassoed them with a purple wire she had in her large medical duffle bag.

Mamira counted them. "Let's see one, two, three…hmm looks like everyone's here!"

Toru whined. "Why did you have to lasso us!?"

Mamira looked thoughtfully. "Oh, in all honesty I forgot the reason why...it certainly worked for me when dating Papito.

Ochaco stared confusedly. 'She used that to get her future husband?'

Ochaco took a peek at Deku who was roped right next to her, sweating as he was self conscious of the girl next to him.

'Do I have to do the same thing!? I've never thought of that. I mean it did work for her…' The gravity user thought to herself, steadily getting ideas as to how to get herself a man.

Mountain Lady tripped and landed on her leg.

"Ouch! Out of all times yeesh!" The pro heroine said as she rubbed her ankle, mildly irritated.

Papito came over, seeming concerned. "Can't have you leave just yet, you need treatment. Honey! You call a cab for them, looks like Mountain Lady could use some personal medical care."

Papito winked at his wife who raised a thumbs up.

Mountain Lady looked between them. 'What's with that look? I'm getting the sense there's something up…'

Mamira smacked her forehead. "Oh you're right! Hang tight, it'll be a while before it gets here."

The class let out relieved breathes of air. Denki gulped. "Thank goodness…I wouldn't be able to take a second ride…"

Jiro grumbled, since Minimu was currently hugging her left leg with a dreamy look on his small face. She couldn't shake him off either. "Anything beats being stuck here. *Shakes leg* Get off!"

Deku seemed to be staring far off. Ochaco asked in concern. "Deku, is something wrong?"

Deku blinked in acknowledgement. He appeared to look far off beyond the distance of the yard.

"I don't know why but something feels a little off…I think I need some sleep or something." Deku said, shrugging off this uncomfortable feeling in his chest. He couldn't describe the source of this disturbance, but he'll be sure to tell All Might about it.

Mamira turned off her smartphone. "The cab should be here in a few. You'll have to bear with slow service."

ZOOM

"I swear it takes the cab a lot longer to get here. I guess you get what you paid for." Mamira said without understanding that there was a car already in front of the class, who were plastered on the front of the house, still lassoed.

Mamira sunnily squeaked. "Oh it's finally here!"

Mineta stepped outside and cut his friends free of the lasso. "Uh mom? I don't think the lasso is necessary."

Mamira sweatdropped. "My bad…force of habit I swear!"

Tokoyami and Bakugo deadpanned and sarcastically said. "Of course…that explains everything…"

Mineta however, also couldn't help but still think of a certain whistleblower. He hadn't seen her, and with the sun going down, he wanted to check in on her.

As he walked past the others into his house, he pulled out an emergency phone that was hidden in his belt.

Mountain Lady raised an eyebrow. She was on the couch lounging while she awaited Mamira to check on her leg. It was free care after all, despite her senses telling her to run for the hills. "Using that emergency phone I gave you when you became my intern?"

Mineta nodded.

"Yeah, I just wanted to make a call."

Mountain Lady shrugged and laid back. "Your family is just about the weirdest…but they seem nice...I guess…"

Mineta blushed and smiled. "Thanks! That means a lot!"

Mamira passed by and noticed the somewhat distracted look on her son's face as she set Minimu on a nearby chair where his sisters were.

"You seem like you got something on your mind." Mamira stated.

Mineta looked thoughtfully. "Well…there's this someone…"

Mamira interjected. "The third girl?"

Mineta blushed and nodded. Admitting this was hard since his mother was right here.

Mountain Lady however overheard that and seemed vividly concerned.

'Third girl?'

"To be honest I would like you to meet her. She is really cool and since you've taken a liking to Mina and Momo I think you'd like her too. She's the hall monitor of our school." Mineta admitted.

Mountain Lady was blushing, she was gobsmacked. 'The class rep and pinky!? With the shrimp!? Since when was he such a player!?'

Mamira gushed. "A woman in uniform, sounds like she's a dependable one. Don't let me stop you."

Momo and Mina waved at him as they were entering the car along with the others. He waved back before Midnight blew him an air kiss. His cheeks flushed.

Momo called out. "It was nice meeting your family Mineta."

Mina added. "Yeah, they were actually kinda cool! You're not coming with us?"

Mineta smiled and told them. "I will, my mother will drive me back. It's been a while since I've been home anyway. I'm just making a call. I'll see you guys later!"

Mina winked and said "See you at the dorm okay!"

Mineta raised an eyebrow before looking at the dutiful Momo bleed from her nostrils. Her eyes stared at him lustfully as she said. "We sure will! Come back safe Minoru."

Inside the car Denki gritted his teeth as did Jiro.

'Bastard!' The rocker duo thought. Denki was feeling envious whilst Jiro still thought of Mineta as a pervert.

Mineta smiled as his mother walked on, leaving him to make his call. He inputted the digits Monika lent him after her little 'hospital visit'. His hands shook as he was finishing the input.

'My hand is shaking…am I getting shy? That's a sign to keep going!' The half sized boy thought to himself before pressing the call button. The call went on and on without an answer, just as the can left, making Mineta sigh. He looked at the car that was driving away. He looked upwards at the now dark sky. From afar he could see the main city, aglow with neon lights.

Papito was standing outside. He had flattened out the yard in a small amount of time, proud of the time his son got to spend with his class. His eyes noticed a spark of light in the distance beyond the city towards the mountains.

"Huh? Looks like someone must have turned on a lighthouse…"

Mamira leaned against her husband before her smiling face turned into a look of realization.

"Hey, isn't that light on the outskirts? There's no lighthouse there." Mamira said offhandedly.

SHSHSHSHSH

"Hey Mira, your spheres are shaking." Papito said to his wife.

Mamira's eyes widened as she turned her head immediately towards the house. "Strange, I didn't give anyone any of my spheres today. Girls? Did you eat one of mommy's spheres without permission again? You know they're not candy, even if they do taste like candy. Yum!" Mamira asked before walking inside the house.

Mineta sighed as his call failed. "Maybe now's not the right-

He looked at a light in the distance where his mother was pointing to her husband. As his eyes made contact with said light in the distance. It appeared more like a beacon, shooting upwards far into the night sky.

BA DUMP

Mineta felt everything around him stop. All noise that was registered within his ears steadily transitioned into white noise that scraped against his eardrums. He accidentally dropped the phone as he collapsed against a counter, his body felt limp. His spheres on his head began vibrating in an unusual manner.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSH

HISS

The spheres rattled and hissed on as his heart slammed against his ribcage. His breathing became heavy and ragged, as if all he was exerting as much energy as he could without doing anything.

"What's…happening…to me?" Mineta whimpered.

His eyesight was dizzying. He was seeing double within arms length, making his eyes spin with disorientation.

What most stood out for him was this sensation of fear, of intense worry. Something was wrong, however it wasn't with him. It came from elsewhere.

WHEEEEEEE

A sharp pitch rang against his eardrums. He couldn't shake it, even as he closed his ears in the hopes of shutting out the noise.

"Monika…something's wrong…"

Mountain Lady heard the noise of a body collapsing from the living room prompting her to ask out. "Hey squirt. You okay? I heard a loud noise."

"Little Mino? Mino!" Mamira could be heard from behind the struggling hero. Her own spheres were rattling just as her son's were.

Papito stepped inside and went towards Mineta.

"Honey, isn't his quirk different from yours?" Papito asked confusedly as he brought out a med kit from underneath a kitchen cabinet.

"It should be! Oh my god, Mino!" Mamira said before turning Mineta to lie flat on his back, as his mother pulled off the largest sphere from her own head. She took a purple scalpel from the medkit and sliced the sphere open and leaned towards Mineta, cradling his head on her lap.

Mountain Lady got up to keep the siblings away.

Manumei worriedly asked. "Hey what's wrong with big bro!"

Monomi was peeking past Mountain Lady's right leg.

"What is wrong with dearest brother?"

Mimina peaked past the giantess' left leg.

"Brother…"

Mountain Lady sighed. "I don't know…my leg is killing me…just please give him some space."

Minimu's eyes were watering. He tried to walk towards him before Papito used a slime tendril to keep him at bay.

"He'll be fine kiddo. Your mother's got this, okay?"

The kids nodded, though we're still concerned.

"Drink this Minoru! Just like when you were a baby!" Mamira said as she poured the contents into Mineta's mouth. His body felt as if ignited, his limping body pulsing with energy with each swallow.

"Every last drop. Slowly...breathe in…breathe out…" Mamira consoled her son.

Mineta's vision returned to normal as he drank every drop of the sphere.

"Minoru…your spheres are shaking…" Mamira mumbled as she touched them in curiosity.

"Baby…that means someone you shared your essence with needs you…" Mamira said with worry.

-Elsewhere-

Deep underground in the sewers, a lone grate could be seen opening, the light of the night sky bleeding through.

Slowly, a dark smog entered inside. Slowly but surely entering the opening with careful movements, finding solace in this hastily improvised sanctuary.

A lone figure took shape with the dark smog revealing Kuro Harukaze. His breath was ragged. It was clear he was tired with his attempt to breathe in more air than usual. Each hollowed gulp of breath echoed against the metallic walls. As if death itself lurked in this under keep.

SFX: BREATHE IN

SFX: BREATHE OUT

Kuro walked along a long line of the sewer, keeping to the concrete in order to avoid the sewage water, clicking his lips to navigate his way. The opening closed with a sway of smoke that stretched behind him, leaving him in darkness. Following the stream, his path led to a hollowed out center, where a large flat plateau of concrete stood. He propelled himself acrobatically towards the large slab of concrete surrounded by the running waters that originated from multiple sources. It was a central hub where all sewer paths met before leaving into a final larger stream that headed into the ocean, far from civilization, yet abandoned in all but the rats that lingered here.

He steadied himself before his body emitted smoke again.

Another person tumbled out from his body. Coughing, and gasping for breath. The mop of magenta colored hair was a clear indicator as to the identity of the person. It was Kiki Yagi, aka Narcissia.

"It's hard to breathe in there…*sniffs* smells like shit…where are we?" Narcissia asked impatiently, brushing her hair behind her as she took in her grotesque surroundings.

"We are where we need to be. It is for the best, at least for now." Another voice spoke, this time from Diamondeye who carefully walked from inside the black smog that followed Harukaze. His posture remained steady, unlike Narcissia's. The half corpse looked around the doke shaped center of the sewer.

"Smells aside, we will have to live as rats for the time being. We are much akin to deadly rodents as of this moment, from here on out. There is no mercy that awaits us, we must act with survival in mind, not luxury." Diamondeye stated before he extended his left arm, now a stump as a result of his fight with Monika.

Narcissia looked at the battered body of Diamondeye.

"You're missing your left arm…" Narcissia pointed out, unnerved by the ragged appearance of the elder terrorist, who stood as if it unfazed him.

SHATTER

An explosion of glassy reflective particles shined against his left stump, literally reforging his arm in a crystalline transition.

"No need for concern on your part Kiki, I've had gathered plenty of 'material' during our escape." The weapons forger stated offhandedly.

Narcissia raised an eyebrow. "Concern? Hardly. I don't want you slowing me down. Whatever, I don't even care to know how you do that."

Narcissia left Diamondeye who merely mumbled to himself in an ominous manner. "How disappointing, I was just about to collect new material…"

A hulking form came out of the smoke, a walking bipedal canine form revealing Legion Lycant. He growled as he analyzed his surroundings.

"From one slice of hell to another…best get comfortable…" The violent canine hybrid said as he sniffed his surroundings.

"Other than the pheromones I don't smell anyone in our vicinity here…this place is an abandoned pipeline." Lycant noticed.

"Precisely. No doubt Kuro used this as a checkpoint when he first escaped." Diamondeye deduced before looking at Harukaze as more prisoners began pouring out from the smog. Some cringed from the smell whilst others grinned at the newly attained freedom. His army was gathered here.

Lycant went towards Harukaze. "Let's remove that muzzle off your face. I couldn't help but notice you can't avoid attacks like normal with that thing on."

GRIP

Diamondeye gripped Lycant's left claw with his left hand. His grip literally kept Lycant in place despite his bony features.

"That would be unwise for the moment…" he warned the mutant type.

Lycant shoved Diamondeye with force. Notably, Diamondeye was merely backed away by a centimeter. His posture was perfectly in place, unmovable to the wolf man's brute strength.

"And why is that *growls*. Why do you get in my way?"

Diamondeye tapped the mask on Harukaze's face.

"Unlike normal masks this here is one specifically tailored for Kuro. Even in his smoke this machination appears to follow and remain on his face. If we attempt to remove it now, it would detonate via a small explosive pressed directly into his spine. A new form of anti quirk technology. Peacekeeping at its finest in all honesty."

Lycant's fur puffed outward. "There is a personal score to settle…I already sacrificed a lot of my men for that escape plan. They follow me, but they are on the verge of rebelling unless there is proof of your leadership. I want to finish our fight…"

Narcissia sighed. "Mutants…they always have their instincts intact, no matter how well behaved they are…"

Diamondeye looked at Lycant. "I understand your instincts demand it, but If you try to finish it now, I will intervene…and you know what that means…"

Lycant snarled, his voice echoing in the empty chambers. "He can't ignore this forever…they can't ignore this...I won't ignore this…"

"Your pride is your greatest strength and weakness, Lycant. It won't serve you here…not now…"

Harukaze stood for a few seconds before steadying Diamondeye with a hand on his left shoulder. The skull man took a step backwards as did Narcissia as their leader took a few steps forward towards Lycant. Other prisoners looked on quietly. The ambience of whispers and idle chatter completely quieted.

"I've been waiting for this for too long since you've escaped. We never settled our fight before you left. I had thought you had coward away. Then with my men's lives lost, this makes following you…questionable…" Lycant stated as his body lowered as if he were going to pounce.

Narcissia scoffed. "The only reason we even succeeded in that crappy attempt of a riot was because of Kuro here. You went and prematurely attacked All Might."

Lycant snarled. "It was All Might…how could I not…he was weak…he was my prey to feast on…the girl with the whistle posed the greater threat than a frail old man…I didn't expect that from an intern…"

Diamondeye mumbled. "Neither did I. A shame really, I was close to understanding the true nature of her quirk, then she had to go and self destruct…I doubt she survived without her support items to control it, and even if she did, the damage would be too taxing on her body for another unpracticed usage of her skills."

Lycant bore his fangs. "You talk a lot Diamondeye...that girl alone literally tore past those bothersome bones of yours."

Diamondeye nodded. "True. After all this, it doesn't matter, her life is reduced to bare minimum, preferably tied to tubes and a heart monitor with the amount of force she displayed."

Lycant snarled threateningly towards Diamondeye who simply stared him down impassively.

Narcissia looked to the side,stretching her arms to crack her fingers. "Not if I have something to say about it. Personally I want a rematch."

"She was the only one to resist your eyes openly... quite impressive to resist a narcissist in their own field." Diamondeye analyzed, already knowing that to Narcissia, it would seem that the body snatcher had a personal vendetta against Monika, even despite the successful escape.

Lycant added. "Plus she lost to a young girl with a better body. I smell her pheromones churning with envy."

Narcissia looked at Lycant with a sickening magenta tinted glare. "Careful now, you wouldn't want me to castrate you just like the HPSC did with your weak, disgusting, stillborn puppies."

Lycant roared with animalistic adrenaline, puffing out his fur with ravenous fury. The other prisoners backed away from the deadly roaring hound of Hydra Prison. He planted himself on all fours before Harukaze took a few steps forward.

"Thank you…" Lycant thanked Narcissia.

"You're gonna need the extra rage for this fight. Have fun." Narcissia said sassily, with an uncaring glance at the two fighters.

Lycant refocused on his fight with the same man who commanded him.

Harukaze simply closed his eyes and sprinted forward. His smoke obscured his movements, creating a pitch black smokescreen to block Lycant's sight.

BASH

And swung against Lycant's snout prompting the mutant to flinch. The chitin reinforced his strikes, making the blow heavy and dense, far beyond the average human was capable of.

"You confuse me with someone who can't carve you into two with one swipe!"

He retaliated with a deadly swipe that clawed a bit of Harukaze's chest. Black blood spewed violently from the torso of the shadowy killer. Some of the prisoners bore grins at seeing some action. The mutant types among them craved the blood of the one who led them to many losses from the riot. This was personal to them as it was for Lycant. It was an animal thing, something outsiders wouldn't understand.

Lycant was on the pursuit. Like any hunter would to his bloodied prey.

Upon backing away, Harukaze thrusted himself backwards, using his hands to stand, scooping up Lycant by hooking his feet underneath the mutant's shoulders and slamming him against the ground. It was unexpected for his smaller body to be able to lift Lycant this way, however, his limbs were made of dense chitin and thus were much stronger than normal human born limbs. With the smoke of Black Wind fueling his movements, Harukaze was able to perform high velocity blows and rapidly executed takedowns.

CRUNCH

CRICKLE

CRACKLE

The ground ruptured as the other prisoners backed up and watched on as Lycant rolled and charged with his blade hide quirk activated.

SHING

Lycant leaped forward and began to roll like a ball towards Harukaze. His bladed fur spiked as he rolled towards his target, sending debris as he went. He was a literal ball of death.

RUMBLE

RUMBLE

SHHHHH

The blades of his hide sparked the ground beneath him, releasing a notable metallic hiss as the many fur blades made contact with the ground.

At the point of impact, Harukaze gripped the bladed fur that spiked towards his person with his chitin claws so they couldn't reach him and immediately swooped himself midair like a rocket to slam Lycant against the ceiling.

BOOM

CRACKLE

Lycant was flattened against the ceiling before shrugging bits of the architecture off his person, landing with a large dust filled impact on the ground due to his large muscular weight. An irritated growl rumbled in his chest as he rose.

Harukaze in contrast, lightly landed on the concrete without a sound, as if he weighed nothing. Silent and marred with obscurity.

Lycant was breathing with adrenaline, his heart pumping rapidly with the instinctual burst of energy only an animal would know. His rage grew along with his heart rate, granting him enough energy to push on by force.

He charged with a reverbing roar, his claws slicing apart the ground as he charged with all fours boosting his natural animalistic speed.

Harukaze waited for the right moment, letting the rabid dog run to him before he let loose a torrent of black smoke from his left hand that coated Lycant in smog, causing him to let out dog-like whines as he suffocated under the blinding black mist. The quirk destabilizing trait of this smoke reduced the spikes on Lycant's hide back to its original furry texture, unsharpened and useless.

Lycant roared an ear splitting burst of sonic that bypassed the smoke. Spreading it outward, away from his person. Prisoners had to back away to not breath the toxic fumes. With a swipe, he made his move to bisect Harukaze before the bank robber flipped and kneed his face midair three consecutive times while floating upside down, clawing his midsection with his thick talons in unison. This was made possible using his smoke to keep him afloat in this gravity defying position.

With a mental command, his smoke then shifted his arms into mantis pincers that gripped Lycant and pressed him against the ground in a large explosion of concrete. Some sewer water spilled outward from the impact, nearly flooding the plateau where the prisoners watched on as Harukaze beat Lycant into submission. His right smoke pincer wrapped around the wolf man's throat with every intent on taking his head clean off.

"*Growls*!" Lycant bellowed, the sound of his fury causing the other prisoners to flinch. None of them wanted to be near the monstrous beasts who were fighting for dominance as well as leadership.

Harukaze pressed his talon against Lycant's left eye, his empty blind charcoal orbs meeting Lycant sickly predatorial yellow ones.

Lycant's snarls increased before he felt blood against his neck. Harukaze was serious. The snarls that rumbled within his chest steadily quieted, a silent understanding between beasts.

Lycant couldn't win. His was a wasted effort.

Narcissia said with bored impatience. "Are they done already? I nearly fell asleep with the sound of their mating."

"I would have thought Kuro would show more signs of fatigue, it would seem that I was wrong. That's good…" The weapon maker analyzed as Harukaze stood up and dusted himself before stepping away from Lycant who accepted his loss.

"You win…I will follow for now…until you show weakness again Kuro…" Lycant said as he rose, cracking his neck and limbs as he did so. Depsite the clear beating, there was not even a limp in his step, displaying the tank like endurance this ravenous mutant possessed.

Diamondeye looked upwards. "We will have to act fast. Things will only get more difficult from here on out." He said while looking at Lycant's back.

"Among other things…" He mumbled.

Narcissia smacked her lips. "Of course…they always do. By the way, what the hell are we supposed to do now? I say let's get ourselves a nice island and leave this shitty city."

Diamondeye shook his head in the negative. "No use, with All for One's campaign being known there will be tightened security at the borders and by the sea. All they'll need is one scan or a scout and we'll be swarmed with guards like the ones in Hydra Prison. Border patrol guards are trained the same way they are."

Lycant interjected. "I thought we had a job to do. What did the messenger say, Kuro?"

Diamondeye stepped next to Harukaze who was already in the middle of pulling off some concrete slabs from the walls, whipping out an armament of guns and ammunition hidden within.

Diamondeye looked at the weapons. "I see you had this ready before your incarceration."

Harukaze shook his head in the negative and clicked his talons together in a rapid form of morse code.

"Shiro…your brother? Ah I see, this was one of his hidden drop points, and so close to the prison as well. Quite fortunate for us." Diamondeye asked before Harukaze pointed towards his mouth, while other prisoners began taking from the exposed armory, some smirking with childlike glee, others with serious looks of resignation of their future.

Harukaze pointed a talon towards his mask, his eyes furrowed in what could be determined as irritation.

Diamondeye replied. "I can't remove it. It's a custom made prototype to keep certain prisoners incapable of escaping no matter their quirk. Should you try to evade blows by using your smoke long enough, you run the risk of your head removed from your body. The alloy is an original make, based on the signature number on the back. I ran it in my own diagnostics on the way here."

Narcissia raised an eyebrow. "Without a computer?"

Diamondeye simply replied. "I took a smartphone from one of the guards during the riot. It was suitable enough before I disposed of it, lest we be tracked. I've dealt with all sorts of alloys and custom blueprints in my years but this one is completely original. A metal that can deflect and adapt with quirks. Simply amazing, but for you Kuro it can be your undoing. It was designed by David Shield."

Lycant snarled. "That engineer from the West?"

Diamondeye nodded. "It was a collaborative effort. He was the main engineer. It dates back five years ago, I believe it was originally designed for All for One but with his assumed death it was stowed away, unperfected. It would seem they found it more useful to use on you Kuro, considering how elusive you can be. There was another name associated with the signature number. The one who funded the research into such an unusual anti quirk weapon. They will be the only ones who might know how to remove it. The Yaoyorozu family."

Lycant stepped forward. "What about our mission, like you said we're running short on time."

Diamondeye nodded. "Based on what Kuro was able to tell me about the messenger, we were given three. One, to recollect certain prime targets. Targets whose quirks will prove invaluable to All for One once he escapes."

Harukaze stuck his hand into some smoke and pulled out a notebook. On it read the name 'Hero Analysis for the Future Volume 13'.

"Kuro told me he was able to swipe it during his fight downtown, after a confrontation with a group of students. An unexpected find from such an unexpected place. Good thing most don't know Harukaze can hide something like this within his quirk. One of those students he fought wrote a detailed collective of many of the quirks All for One will find quite useful. There are two that he'll find valuable above all else. The one known as Eri, and Neito Monoma, a copycat quirk user."

Narcissia nodded, crossing her arms. "We're going after students huh? Alright, where are they?"

"One of the hero schools. UA to be exact. We will have to use stealth on this one, otherwise we'll be swarmed by pros everywhere. Narcissia, that will be yours to handle, you will need to infiltrate it somehow, be careful who you try to possess. I know you cannot navigate mutant types, so avoid them altogether, they will sniff you out if you are not careful."

Lycant scoffed. "I didn't know that. No wonder you never look me in the eye."

Narcissia sucked her teeth. "Out of all mutants I've never met one who is literally filled with as much rage as you. You're more beast than man, even among mutants."

Lycant snarled. "Trust me…you've barely scraped the surface…"

Diamondeye folded his arms behind his back. "The next target is to make our way to Musutafu Medical League's headquarters. I believe Lycant can sniff them out for us from underground, correct?"

Lycant took a sniff. "Sure, just get me something I can use to separate the stench from all the shit here. It will be easy enough with my quirk."

"Agreed, but we'll save that one for last. And the third mission…to find the enemy of All for One, that will be mine to handle…"

Lycant narrowed his eyes. "What about backup, we're going to need it."

Diamondeye nodded. "That's true…a meetup would be necessary, but not before we at least secure one of these targets…from what the messenger has provided things have changed rather abruptly…a boy leads the League now…"

Narcissia's eyebrows furrowed. "A kid? Sounds like it's time to show the little bastard the difference between wannabes and the genuine article…"

Diamondeye looked upwards in thought. "We'll be sure to reeducate them if need be…"

Harukaze extended his hand towards Diamondeye in a manner that stated 'four' with his talons. The crystal eyed felon nodded.

"A fourth? What do you-" Diamondeye inquired before being interrupted by Harukaze, who took a deep breath.

SFX: BREATHE IN

SFX: BREATHE OUT

As Harukaze breathed outward, smoke poured out the small nooks of the mask tied to his face. A notable chill conquered the atmosphere as the sound of the smoke user echoed the entirety of the sewer, as if haunted by a phantom, stunning all of its new occupants into silence. They found their bodies stunned, finding their constitutions stripped and their attentions honed in on the mass murderer.

(A/n: Que Boku no Hero Academia OST - Villain)

"Strike…tonight…" The ominous voice of the user of Black Wind boomed past his lips. His voice made everyone's spine tingle from the fact that despite missing a tongue, he was speaking quite fluently. Smoke leaked through the mask as he 'spoke'.

Diamondeye observed his leader. His jaw opened a few centimeters in what could be mild shock. 'He is formulating words using his quirk? That is a remarkable amount of control he possesses. Even with that mask on, he can bypass his disability. Interesting…'

Narcissia's eyes widened and instinctively felt her body shudder. She even took a step back unintentionally, an unexpected sign of weakness in the face of the demon of Hydra Prison. Her body was prepped for self preservation. The voice that emanated from the blind prisoner was unnatural, a haunting and sinister mimicry of what was supposed to be human speech. Something about the echoey, wispy, and multi-pitched delivery of Harukaze's words made her muscles tense and her jaw clench. It was a perversion of humanity, then again, so was he.

Lycant's instincts told him to run, Harukaze's smoke put him on edge, considering their capacity to infect others with quirk destabilization. Even now the fur on his back puffed and spiked, as more of a comfort to entertain the idea he may yet survive. However, if he were to flee, he would be disobeying his leader, directly conflicting with his animalistic urges that demanded that he obey and remain as Harukaze's follower.

Diamondeye's face simply turned towards Harukaze in a stilted manner. Though his skull-like face couldn't express emotions, the mind reader was impressed.

"There is a fourth target…a greater threat that must be disposed of…"

Narcissia silently whispered, in a rare display of not wanting to anger Harukaze during his unexpected and rare speech. She'd thought him to be a mute with his removed tongue.

It would seem even that was something he overcame, just like everything else, even Hydra Prison. "Who is it?"

Harukaze stood with proper posture, displaying status and careful examination. A leader despite his struggles with speech, and his notably subhuman appearance.

"Find...the one called...Mayhem…"

CHAPTER END

A/N: Hello guys sorry for the late update, I had to redecorate the house and all sorts of repairs had to be done by yours truly. It was an extraordinary task that had to be done and it was one that was really constrained budget wise so I had to take time to scrounge money when I could to make it happen. With that said the next update is already in the next chapter. Be sure to check it out and it's good to be back.