Master Control
Chapter 26
Within a private room with the window facing the arena, those who knew of the threat of All for One speculated over the events that had transpired, what is being put into place, and what outcomes could happen.
"Are you sure you won't use your quirk?" Naomasa questioned Sir one more time. "If what we know of the omnitrix protecting him is true, then maybe we should arrange for fights that aren't going to be incredibly one sided."
"He's quirkless." Gran Torino huffed. "Any fight he's in would be one sided."
The Principal tapped their paw against the side of the keyboard. "Not necessarily, but it can be a struggle. Besides, we cannot show bias towards any of the students."
"Maybe he'll drop out now." Toshinori threw out to the group. "He's gotten incredibly far already. Many would feel proud just getting past the either one."
The detective sighed, leaning his arm against the glass as he looked out to see where Inko and Eri were sitting. "He won't give up until he's forced to."
"All the staff are informed of the situation that Midoriya is in." Sir Nighteye pointed out. "As well as many of the students themselves. They all know the risks and are not willing to approach that line. If any of Midoriya's competitors end up pushing it, there are four heroes on stand-by to intervene."
"You're saying that like you already know the outcome." Torino jabbed Sit's leg with his cane. "Did you use your quirk or not?"
The man leaned forward, his glasses reflecting the light off the ceiling. "If I use my quirk, I see the unavoidable outcome. If any of us could change it, then I would be more willing to use my quirk freely."
"You've been doing great so far!" Inko's voice came over the omnitrix. "It's amazing how you've been working with your friends to get so far."
Sitting on the bench of the small private locker room, Izuku was waiting for the third tournament to start. His fight was first, so immediately after lunch he had to come here before they called him out. His next opponent he didn't know much about, and he didn't know what quirk they might have. Honestly, it didn't look good for Izuku. Without being able to access the omnitrix, or have help from his friends (and Himiko), Izuku didn't stand a chance against hardly anyone in a fight.
"Thanks." Izuku pulled his sock away from his ankle, wincing at the swollen state of it. "But I need to stop being less dependent on them."
"Do you ever think maybe they're dependent on you?"
"What? No. Never. I'm sure they could handle everything on their own, I just want to help them."
"Then I'm sure they feel the same way about you."
"How's Eri enjoying the festival?"
"Here, let me give the phone to her. Eri, it's Izuku. *Shuffleshuffle* YYYEEEEAAAAAAHHHH IZUKU! THOSE ROBOTS WERE HUUUGE! THEN THERE WAS THAT PIT AND THE MINEFIELD BUT YOU GUYS JUST RAN RIGHT THROUGH IT! AFTER THAT-"
Izuku smiled listening to his little sister rambling off, it was just what he needed right now.
*knock knock*
Was it already time? Crap, he doesn't have a plan. "Sorry, got to go now."
Tapping the faceplate, he ended the call. Turns out, simply rerouting the sim card data to the omnitrix through a quick scan allowed him to do many things that his phone could. Though maybe he should think about just using his phone in case he ran into any problems.
Lifting himself up to his feet, Izuku nearly tripped as the pain throbbed through his ankle. Clenching the muscles in his leg, he stiffened his walk to answer the door.
He thought he was supposed to go out the other one, but if they were coming to get him that was fine.
Uraraka being on the other side though, was not fine.
"What." He demanded in an apathetic tone.
She kept her gaze towards the ground, her mouth being torn down by his attitude. "I..just wanted to warn you about your opponent."
Taking his silence as permission to speak further, she began to explain. "You see, in the second event I remember him coming up to speak to me, but the next thing I know is it's over. I asked my others I was on a team with about it and-"
He held his hand up, pinching the bridge of his nose. Aggravation leaked through his whispers. "Uraraka. Please stop. You might be trying to help but…I just can't talk to you without thinking about some stuff."
"...it's because of what she did to you right? Hikari-"
Izuku didn't mean to slam the door, he just meant to close it. He let his forehead fall onto the door, clanging against it as he hoped he didn't come across as hateful to her.
Because he didn't hate her, the problem was just that Uraraka reminded him of..her..someone who he had every right to hate but only felt pissed towards himself for ever believing her, believing someone did care for him that way.
Nobody wants to date a quirkless.
The intercom buzzed, Izuku lifting his head up numbly towards the one other door in the room. Slapping his cheeks, he tried not to focus on his tangled up emotions. Right now, all he had to do was go to a fight.
He might not even win, it was very likely he would lose. Least he could do was show up to it. If it was someone immensely strong like Todoroki, Eijiro, or even…..that was enough thinking about the past.
Powering through the struggle of walking, Izuku cautiously went up the cement staircase onto the large flat arena. Wow, this was way bigger in person.
Present Mic screamed as they came out. "AAAANNND HERE WE HAVE OUR FIRST FIGHTERS! THE GREEN HAIRED AWKWARD LOOKING DORK IS-OW! Dude that hurt."
"That's Izuku Midoriya, and his opponent is Hitoshi Shinso."
"Shota you're really killing the vibe right now."
Oh, now that he saw his opponent Izuku recognized him from before. It was that guy who talked to him.
"Hey." Shinso waved over to Izuku. "Just wanna say, I really admire the effort you've put in so far. I mean, I thought I had if rough until I found out you were quirkless."
Stunted by the sudden compliment, Izuku just bashfully scratched the back of his head. "Thanks but, how did you know I was quirkless?"
"It's pretty well known through the school. I mean, all of us are trying to get into the hero course, but to think that the one who doesn't even have a quirk is already a part of it."
"Umm."
"I thought you were going to take the same approach as me, but you didn't even apply to heroics. Probably a rule you have to have a quirk for that right?"
"Actually.."
"Though you're pretty smart, going all out in the business course to get started on assignments to work with the hero class directly. You got to scope out the competition, make plenty of connections to the class, and even get on Eraserhead's good side."
Ok, ignoring the stalker tendencies this guy had, Izuku was kind of getting tired of his ramblings…..was this how others felt when he rambled?
"Ahem." Midnight got their attention, impatiently tapping her foot. "You two ready to start yet?"
"Yeah." Shinso nodded, raising his fists. "Don't worry, I won't use my quirk on you. We're both shooting for the same thing so we can at least give each other a fair shot."
Midnight rolled her eyes, enveloping her character and smiling to the audience. "Ready!"
"Um, wow, thank you?" Izuku tugged on his collar, feeling flattered but offended at the same time.
"Set!"
"But I'm actually not trying to get into the hero course."
"FIGHT!"
Midnight's whip cracked, but Shinso ended up nearly tripping over his two feet as he looked up at the other boy stunned.
"Then…why are you here? Why are you fighting so hard?" Shinso asked in disbelief.
Izuku saw how Midnight was giving them the stink eye, and so he simplified his explanation. "It was pretty much because I promised my sister to do this in exchange to have the chance to eat at Endeavor's home."
The other boy couldn't believe it. Someone who had gotten closer to the hero course than anyone, without a quirk, is getting this far in the sports festival because they were a fanboy. "Fine, if you don't care about winning then I'll just do this."
"Do what?"
Izuku's body froze up, his mind muddy and unfocused. Shinso walked right up to Izuku, scowling at his face.
"I thought we were the same, but I guess I was wrong. You work so hard just to settle for the scraps. I bet if someone handed you all the quirks in the world you wouldn't be a hero."
"Hey." Midnight called out to them. "If you're just going to talk do it after ok?"
"Hmph." Shinso folded his arms, giving Izuku a short poke in the chest. "Turn around and walk out of the arena."
Izuku's body obeyed, lifting up his foot, turning his body, and stepping down, only for the pain of his sprain to snap Izuku back to consciousness. He fell down to the ground, tripping after not having braced his foot for the impact. Hissing in place, he just now realized where he was, and what just happened.
"Hey! What gives!" Shinso yelled over him, Izuku glancing up and seeing the other boy begin to sweat after not doing anything.
No, he used his quirk. What happened? How did it happen? What triggers it? Why didn't he see this?
Guilt flooded Izuku's body as he recalled the answers to pretty much all of those questions. Uraraka had warned him, she had been trying so hard to be nice to him despite him literally slamming the door at her face. She was a good person, she wasn't like Tomo.
"Answer me!" Shinso yelled again at him, Izuku ignoring the boy and standing back up, slightly hobbling from spraining his sprained ankle.
Both were aware of what the mind controller could do, so they settled for their fists like before. Shinso came first, a hard right towards Izuku's face.
He stepped to the side, and towards the boy, pushing him to the ground and landing on top of him.
There was a big difference between the two. While neither had quirks or bodies that could destroy robots, Izuku had been training his body from a very young age, motivated by one of the manliest friends a guy could have.
Pinning Shinso down, Izuku managed to get Shinso onto his stomach while keeping his wrists in his grip. The legs flailed wildly, kicking Izuku in the shin and making the boy loosen his hold. Shinso sent and elbow back to hit the boy's face, blood spurting from Izuku's nose. Yet Izuku took advantage, grabbing Shinso's arm and twisting it hard until all the boy underneath him could do was struggle.
Midnight saw the position they were in, and while she was very excited about a timid looking young man use his dominant muscles to pin another boy down, she still had a job to do unfortunately. After giving Shinso another half a minute, the boy calmed down, ceasing his struggles.
"Midoriya has incapacitated Shinso! Midoriya wins!"
As the crowd gave some cheering, despite the battle looking like a schoolyard scruff, Izuku got off his opponent and just sat on the ground.
"Why did you lie?"
Confused, Izuku looked up to see Shinso standing there with his back turned.
"I didn't-"
"Bullshit. You telling me you fought that hard for nothing? You don't plan on getting anything out of this?"
Not knowing how to respond, Izuku just focused on his ankle. A lift from his sock showed the swelling was three times larger than earlier and a deep purple traveling up his veins.
"Holy shit you didn't go to recovery girl?"
"Ehehe. No?" Izuku tried to play it off, but when he tried standing up the searing reaction his leg made caused him to tumble down, caught by Shinso.
"Dude, what the shit? Do you just have a kink or something for stuff like this?"
"WHAT?! No! I'm not a sadist! Or a masochist, or whatever the one you're saying I am!"
"Masochist."
"I'm not a masochist!"
Midnight was soooo loving this right now. "So you're a sadist then? I can see it now, after you really pushed him into the ground and-"
"I'M NEITHER!"
Shinso nearly dropped Izuku from laughing, helping prop up the boy as they walked off the oversized arena.
"Um, where are we going?" Izuku questioned.
"Recovery Girl, unless you really are a masochist then-"
"Let's just go."
*WACK*
"Ow!" Izuku rubbed the sore spot of his arm, sitting on one of the many beds in the nursing area. Recovery Girl, despite her old stature was still an intimidating woman as she squinted her eyes at the boy.
"You boys are always trying to walk off your injuries, but it's the peak of stupidity to purposely leave something broken when it could have been easily fixed. Especially when it concerns your own bodies!"
"Sorry." He sheepishly replied.
"Just don't do it again. If you decided to go home and try to have it heal on its own we would have had to do corrective surgery to fix it."
*SLAM* A pile of bodies pushed open the door, flopping onto the ground as they struggled to stand up.
"SURGERY?!" Pony shouted in absolute terror, running over to Izuku and checking on his well being.
"Bro what did you do to yourself?!" Eijiro was next to push himself up, but kept a reasonable distance of five inches.
"Was it that guy's quirk?" Mina was the last to rush Izuku, and grabbed him by the arms and shook him like a dog in panic.
The only one not fearing for Izuku's well being, was Himiko, who was a squished pile of mud on the ground with footprints all over her. Pulling herself together the girl looked over Izuku, seeing he was actually ok. "Well, I fulfilled my family obligation. See ya."
"Oh no you don't!" Mina grabbed the girl and plopped her next to her brother.
"Everyone, I'm fine." Izuku attempted to calm his friends. "I just had a sprain."
Stricken with revelation, Pony got up to Izuku's face and gazed sadly towards him. "It was back in the second event, right? You got hurt but you didn't say anything."
"How manly." Eijiro whispered to himself, Mina flicking his eye in response. It didn't hurt him, but it still wasn't pleasant. "Ah, sorry. Not manly..I think."
"I just.." Izuku sighed, looking at all of his amazing friends. "You're all so amazing, and can do so much. I felt like I was holding you guys back and, wanted to prove I could handle myself. But I guess I was wrong."
"That's wrong!" The American immediately reacted. "We need your help all the time! The exams, improving our quirks, costumes, planning for the sports festival."
"Literally saving my life." Eijiro pointed out.
"Twice." Mina added onto his statement. "Not to mention a bunch of others at USJ. Hell the whole class could have died if you didn't take out the monster and the leader."
"You saved me from the streets." Himiko begrudgingly added.
"And you helped me be really good at Japanese!" Pony finished. "Sometimes I feel like, we bother you too much, that I take up too much of your time."
"Not at all!" Izuku quickly refuted. "I just want to do everything I can for you, because otherwise I don't feel like I'm doing enough."
"Bro, that's literally how we feel." Eijiro spoke on behalf of the others. "And I bet if Jiro, Kendo, Kaminari, or Yanagi were here they would feel the same."
"It's true." The ghostly girl spoke.
"AHHHHHH!"
Yanagi's sudden appearance spooked many of them, Recovery Girl popping back in from her office and waving her cane in the air.
"If none of you are hurt then get out! I need to spend my time being ready for patients not hosting some wholesome sitcom moment!"
Complying with her wishes before any of them could be given more bruises, the group retreated back towards the stands. Izuku was about to head back towards his own class's empty spectator booth until he was tugged by one particular blonde.
"Come on!" Pony smiled towards him. "You can sit with us!"
"A-are you sure?" Izuku looked between his friends. "I mean, I'm not apart of your class and-"
"Dude, don't worry about it." Eijiro clapped a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I'm sure it's fine."
"Even me?" Himiko probed the others.
"Hell yeah girl!" Mina glomped the walking mud. "The more the merrier!"
"Don't worry." Reiko hovered by Izuku's side. "No one will bother you."
"Ida might." Himiko pointed out.
"Then I'll remove him."
As gently as he could, Izuku attempted to ease her threatening demeanor. "We don't have to go that far."
"ANND STEPPING INTO THE RING WE HAVE OUR SPARKY FILLED FRIEND, DENKI KAMINARI!"
"Crap!" Mina began to sprint ahead of the group. "We're gonna miss the fight!"
Soon they all were running through the halls, Izuku keeping up with his friends, right alongside them. It was a nice feeling.
Kaminari stepped into the ring, feeling pretty confident in himself as he bobbed back and forth on his heels. It was hard to hold back, but Midoriya did say don't play all of your cards right away otherwise opponents could figure him out. Reveal a new ability each round. Well, so far he's done some basic zapping, taken control of a robot, zipped through cables, zoomed over mines….ok he was doing a bad job. But he still had some other cool stuff he could do! If he could figure out how though.
Across from him was another blond, slightly taller which was something Kaminari still wasn't used to. This guy had plant vines for hair, something Kaminari wasn't sure he saw him with earlier. Dang, he should have been paying more attention.
"Fight!"
Kaminari let out a blast of electricity towards his opponent, who responded with shoving the vines on his head into the ground and back up. With his electricity grounded, Kaminari quickly zipped around, and in hardly a second he was right next to the guy.
"Your quirk has so much to offer." A blade sprung from Monoma's arm. "How come mine can't interact with yours?"
Ducking under the blade, Kaminari zipped towards another opening and threw a static punch. Monoma blocked it with the vines and smacked Kaminari away. A second impact was followed right after, Kaminari almost sent flying out of the ring if not for the fact that he had a form of flight.
"Wait, what even is your quirk?" Kaminari questioned, seeing the boy do a bunch of different stuff, but somehow the guy's quirk did something else?
"Behold!" Monoma spread his arms as many blades were created on his body, vines zipping to attack Kaminari. "The might of class B! With my quirk, I can duplicate my classmate's quirks and bring us victory!"
Ignoring the odd attitude, Kaminari rushed back in to deliver a heavy punch filled with energy.
"Still, your class has so many whose quirks I can't copy. Apparently after asking around, some of you have different appearances, new powers, even Eraserhead is hardly like his former self. So what makes your class so special?!" Monoma swiped his blade right towards Kaminari, who was dumped by all of the information being dumped on him.
Though while both were more focused on the conversation than battle, Monoma's blade sliced right through Kaminari's arm.
The limb fell to the ground, both boys staring at the sight in shock. The audience reacted more vocally, some screams and a few dry heaving over what they saw. Even more so when the arm started to spasm.
"Grossgrossgross!" Kaminari leapt away, keeping his hands in front of him and at the phenomena. Wait, two hand? Looking down, he had two arms, but didn't he just get one cut off?
Monoma stared, jaw hanging as his opponent just grew a new arm almost instantly. What became even more disturbing, was how the arm on the ground grew an entire body out of it.
The new Kaminari sat up, looking at Monoma with restrained anger. "Dude! You cut off my arm!"
"Um, me?" Both the Kaminari's stared at one another, taking in the weirdness of it all until it clicked.
"Ohhh, that's how we do the thing."
"What thing?!" Monoma demanded. "You mean you knew you could do this?!"
"Sort of." The new Kaminari got up, brushing off himself and was now covering his junk. Only he saw that whatever substance made up the black parts of his skin was folded over his back and front, like some kind of natural clothing. "Midoriya told us we could do this, but we didn't know how."
"I guess we know now." Original Kaminari in his sports festival clothing stated, pointing towards Monoma's blades.
Monoma, staring at a boy who was just bullshitting powers left and right through the tournament, now had arguably more abilities than he could hold quirks. Monoma sent out vines to ensare the two, but they were quick as they zipped around with trails of electricity. One got up behind him, and reflexively he activate the two other quirks. A blade, and a second impact.
Swiping through the torso of the new Kaminari, another cut being made above the other, he was stupified to see one become three in a mere moment.
Now there were four Kaminaris, all zipping around him while zapping him from all sides.
"We could make a band!" One said while smacking Monoma.
"What would we even be called?"
*Zap*
"Edison's Devil?"
*Zap Zap*
"Ooh, I like that!"
*ZAAAP*
"Eh, sounds kind of edgy."
*ZAP*
"Heh, edgy."
The last Kaminari ducked under Monoma's blade, all of them moving in towards the fried Monoma who couldn't focus on a singular one. He was quickly overwhelmed, the Kaminaris shocking him to the point of unconsciousness.
The four stood around the defeated Monoma's smoking body, laying on the ground.
"You don't think we went too far did you?"
"Nah, the guy literally tried gutting us."
*Crack* "Denki Kaminari is the winner!" Midnight finally announced, an uproar coming from the audience that was just earlier repulsed by the fight.
"Yeah!" The four started high fiving one another, slapping each other, and even smacking the bottom of one poor unsuspecting Kaminari.
"Guys." The original Kaminari looked between the others. "How do we get back into one body?"
"...oh."
"Not sure."
"Let's go ask Midoriya."
"Good idea Denki!"
"Why thank you Denki."
Izuku was the first one welcoming Denki back to the stands, his notebook out and rambling a thousand words per minute over how he unlocked his duplicating ability. Though luckily he had more than one mouth to spare to talk to others.
One of them sat next to Kyoka, no surprise to either. "Hey!" He greeted happily to her.
"That was stupid." She quickly remarked.
"Ouch." Denki put a hand to his chest in mock pain. "Probably, but I'm not hurt."
"...it didn't hurt?"
"Nah, not really. It felt kind of tingly. But hey! Now we both can make copies of ourselves!"
Kyoka looked down instead, keeping her eyes on the floor as she did her best to not dwell on the last time she did that. "I'm not sure I want to."
"I mean, you could probably win without it." Playing it cool, Denki just went along with it. "But if you ever need a few helping hands-"
"That was a stupid pun."
"Is stupid just an adjective you've permanently associated with me?"
She gave a short chuckle, stealing a glance back towards the boy and seeing that it was the original in his blue shirt and shorts who came to talk with her. "Maybe."
"NEEEXT ROUND we have one kid who takes playing it cool to a whole different level! SHOTO TODOROKI! Facing him is someone from the gen ed department who is flexible enough to take on any opponent! HIMIKO MIDORIYA!"i
"YYEEAAAAH!" Eri's voice carried over to Himiko's ears, who smiled seeing her little sister so excited.
"KICK HIS BUTT!"
Aw, what an adorable ball of threats.
"SHOTO!" Endeavor's voice called out from the audience. The boy refused to turn towards his father, but that didn't mean he couldn't hear him. "If you want to have this situation absolved you will win this fight!"
"Tch." Shoto ignored him, focusing instead over towards Himiko. He didn't want to fight her, and he knew either part of his quirk could seriously hurt her. She must have known this too, and decided to get up close and personal to him.
"Heya." Himiko gave a short wave to him. "Having daddy issues?"
Midnight, serving as referee was really tired of the talking when both knew they should be fighting. "Let's get this started already. BEGIN!"
Shoto moved in, hand to hand was his only option to not hurt her. But she stood there, and his fist couldn't bring itself to pummel her face.
"Aww." Himiko patted his hair. "You like me a lot dontcha?"
His blush answered her question, Himiko giggling over his reaction.
"You know that punching won't hurt me right?"
"..I know. But I can't use my quirk-"
"Otherwise it could kill me. Yep." Himiko nodded along. "If we fought seriously, you would clearly be the winner. So let's fight silliously."
He never heard that word, but Himiko shapeshifted before his eyes to be a copy of Endeavor once again. "Shoto." She mimicked his voice loud enough for others to hear. "I need you to beat up children on live television! In order to become a great hero like me, you need to be willing to do what is hard. And by hard I mean stomping on brats you make a mockery of me. I can't legally do it in front of all these people, or else I'll lose the already shaky faith they have in me to be a decent guy."
"SHOTO!" Endeavor's flames roared on his person. "Fight her already!"
"That's right Shoto!" Himiko's version of Endeavor yelled out. "Beat up kids who make fun of me!"
"You can easily win this!" Endeavor tried yelling over Himiko.
"This is what I've trained you for!" Himiko yelled once again. "Use your quirk like me to roast those who roast me on anonymous internet posts!"
The number two hero turned his attention towards Himiko. "Silence! I won't have you try and sully my image any longer!"
"It's very important everybody loves me!" Himiko yelled back with Endeavor's own face. "That's why it's absolutely vital I act like a piece of shit towards everyone! If someone isn't kissing my ass you've got to kick theirs!"
As the shouting match progressed between the number two hero and someone taking on his appearance, Shoto felt his gut twist. He liked what she was doing, making a mockery of his father in front of everyone. But now Endeavor was pushing him even more to use his quirk, to use those bastard's flames.
"SHOTO!"
"SHOTO!"
He felt the scar on his face burning all over again, wishing every part of that man was cut out of him. The pressure, the heat, he wanted to only have his mother's ice and nothing else. To be the number one with her supporting him, not him, anything but him.
Out of the corner of Himiko's eye, she saw the boy clenching his fists tightly and staring off into nothing. Frost was building up on his skin as his breath quickened. Giving one last middle finger towards his dad, Himiko switched back to herself and walked out in front of him.
"Hey." She whispered to him. For the first time Shoto heard her voice being gentle, caring, like his mother.
He saw Himiko, who was waiting patiently and lovingly, further reminding Shoto of someone his father made disappear from his life.
"I'm done now. But good luck winning, and with him." Himiko nudged her head towards Endeavor's location. "If you ever want to get away from him, or maybe play some games, just let me know ok?"
Numbly nodding, Himiko gave one last smirk before walking out of the arena.
"Himiko Midoriya has forfeited, Shoto Todoroki wins!"
Himiko plopped down between Mina and Izuku, her form becoming more loose the more she relaxed.
"Ummm." Izuku poked the pile of sludge next to him. "Are you doing alright?"
"I just openly continued to make fun of the guy who's suing me." Himiko groaned. "The same guy who has tons of money, and influence as the literal number two hero. If he wanted to he could dig up my past and have me-"
"No." Shoto said as he entered the stands. "I won't let him."
"As sweet as that offer is-" Himiko twisted her head a perfect one eighty. "-I don't think daddy dearest is the type to listen to their kid. Am I right?"
His silence was the only answer he gave, Shoto finding a spot in the corner to sit down to wait for when he was next needed. What he wasn't expecting was for Himiko to get up and sit right beside him, lazily sprawling out over his lap as she yawned.
"I'm gonna take a nap."
"That's adorable." Mina cooed over the sight.
"Still." Eijiro propped his arm up on his chair. "It feels off seeing how not too long ago she hated everything about him."
"It's more common than you think." Izuku added, scribbling one last thing down until-
*plop*
Pony's head went right on his lap, the boy holding up his notebook in the air awkwardly as she stiffly remained in place. "Ummm, Pony?"
"I take a nap!" Her quick broken japanese sputtered out, her ears turning bright red as she refused to move.
"Ok…I don't mind but isn't your fight right after this one?"
"...damnit."
"Guys and gals! We have a fight staring my own little fan-"
"Don't try to adopt her."
"Kyoka Jiro, versus the mistress of creation itself, Momo Yaoyorozu!"
Jiro hated being in the spotlight like this, wishing she had a hoodie or something to cover herself up with. But she was getting used to it, reminding her of when her parents would go on stage and sometimes she would get to come on with them.
Yaoyorozu gave a short bow towards Jiro. "Good luck."
Nodding in agreement, Jiro took a ready stance. "You too."
"FIGHT!"
The first thing Momo did was create a pair of earplugs directly into her ears, and that's all she was able to do before Jiro screamed in her direction.
The sound reverberated through her body, the girl still clutching the sides of her head as the overwhelming voice shook her very core. Luckily, her preparation saved her from failing here. With as much concentration as she could, she made a sturdier pair of earmuffs and placed them over her head.
Jiro slowly approached, keeping her voice locked onto Momo. The girl created a basic staff, stepping towards the smaller girl with her ears safely protected from Jiro's attacks.
Taking a step back, Jiro took in as much air as she could and screamed as hard as possible. The noise shook the metal in Momo's hands, slightly staggering her back. But she pushed through, making her way towards Jiro.
The noisemaker knew that in terms of hand to hand in her body, she was useless compared to Momo. The girl was simply larger, could create an assortment of weapons, and had practiced with several different types.
As of now, Jiro saw no way to actually win against her opponent.
"YOU GOT THIS!"
"COME ON KYOKA!"
"GIVE US SOME SICK BEATS!"
"Dude she isn't gonna beat box her opponent."
"That would be cool though."
The Denkis were all cheering for her, each in their own dumb way. Great, now she would feel even worse over losing. She wasn't like him, able to get over traumatizing events and accept his new powers so quickly.
But she knew that he struggled, he has shared many times how sorry he was for not being enough. He struggles with parts of his powers that are harder to use, and just today only figured out how to duplicate.
She knew though, the only person holding her back was herself. For that, she wanted to slap the person at fault.
A brief flash of purple light came over Jiro, two copies standing there as Momo paused her approach. Both of the Jiros took a moment, slapped one another, and refocused on Momo.
The two let out a scream, twice as powerful from before and pushing Momo onto the ground. She clutched the earmuffs that were hardly serving her purpose, trying to think of something that could block out so much noise.
The two Jiros duplicated again, making four.
"Wall, of SOUND!" All four screamed, the noise so dense it actually threw Momo out of the arena and tumbling into the grass with chunks of the floor joining her.
It was strange, being four different people at once but it wasn't overwhelming. It was just another way of being alive. The Jiros recombined into one swiftly, waiting for the announcement that the fight was over.
Midnight though, was still rubbing her ears in anguish.
"Sorry." The girl apologized, not that anyone heard her.
Present Mic swooped in though with his commentary to do her job. "Well while Midnight takes a short break LET'S HEAR IT FOR OUR WINNER! KYOKA JIRO!"
Hmmmph! Pony wished she could have stayed up in the stands. It wasn't fair, she only now finally had the courage to get this close to Izuku and find out he was ok with it. BUT now she had to friggin fight one of the most powerful ones in the class!
"Let's have a good fight." Kendo called out from across the arena.
"Ope, hup!" Cueball got on top of the podium next to the arena, grabbing the microphone awaiting for her. "Ok folks, as Midnight gets her ears checked I'm gonna sub for her. Cool? Cool. Now let's see some violence! FIGHT!"
Startled by the sudden appearance of Izuku's homeroom teacher, and the announcement to begin, Pony didn't get as good as a start as she could have.
Kendo came charging forward, fast, pink lightning coming off of her as she created little footholds to push off of. Pony grabbed her horns, pulling them off her head and letting them carry her up and away from this little pink war machine.
A pink stream shot out from Kendo, Pony shooting out two more horns to intercept the shot. They cracked against one another, Kendo taking another stance and trying again.
"EEP!" Pony rushed through the air as Kendo made not two, four, but EIGHT tendrils of pink to try and capture Pony. When could she make so many?!
She got back to the ground, making four horns to try and beat off the whips as she charged forward on all fours. Closer and closer she got, her hopes increasing as she was within raming distance of the other girl.
Then she got punched in the face.
"OOhhh! That's gotta hurt!" Present Mic winced along with everyone.
"What was it supposed to do, tickle?"
Pony skidded across the ground, her horns falling out of her control and crashing into the ground. Four pink whips quickly ensnared Pony, the girl restrained as Kendo moved to toss her out.
Once airborne, Pony shot out two more horns for her to latch onto and steer away from the side of the arena. Using as much mental focus as she could, she began shooting out multiple horns towards Kendo, while also controlling two other to sneak up from behind.
They all converged on Kendo, the two horns from behind, the rapid fire front the front, and Pony from above, all in hopes to quickly knock their foe out.
Kendo brought her arms close in on herself, vibrant energy coursing through her as the air shivered around her. Shooting her arms out to the side, a massive blast echoed from her body and hit everything.
Pony alongside her horns were knocked out of the air again. She rolled across the ground, trying to quickly get back up and circle around to-
*BONK*
"Son of a BITCH!" Pony swore in english, hitting the spot she was punched in on a barrier Kendo created. The barrier spread around Pony, creating a dome around her.
"Sorry!" Kendo apologized, but was still smiling over victory in her grasp. "I'll make this quick!"
Kendo turned the dome into a sphere, cutting through the cement and lifting Pony into the air. Throwing the sphere to go out of bounds, Pony desperately tried to think of a way out. Only she saw her horns across the battlefield, and decided to try something that never worked.
Two horns near kendo began to quiver, Pony attempting to re-control horns that were previously discarded. They floated up, and began to build up speed towards Kendo.
"Pony Tsunotori is out of bounds! Itsuka Kendo is the winner!" Cueball shared with the crowd.
Grumbling back into the class viewing stands, Pony looked for her recently found comfort pillow but couldn't find him. "Where's Izuku?"
Himiko lifted her hand up, making a mini head on it to let her speak. "He went to talk to someone."
"Who?"
"Didn't say."
"I'm sure he'll be back soon." Himiko assured the American. "I mean, he still has another fight after this right?"
"..yeah." Pony agreed, but not fully. Yes he would be back but she wanted to see him as much as she could. Plus, who was he going to speak to?
"ALRIGHT!"
"Stop screaming every fight."
"It's not a fight without screaming."
"That's just because your quirk uses screaming."
"ANYWAYS! We got a spooky girl who is dead committed to winning! Reiko Yanagi!"
"You just had to use that pun didn't you?"
"Facing off against her is someone who is filled with life and acid! Mina Ashido!"
Mina waved excitedly to the crowd as she came up the arena, getting a good reaction from the bunch. Reiko though, didn't pay them any attention. Izuku believed she could win, so that's what she would do.
"You ready?!" Cueball tried to hype up the ghostly girl, who was staring dead ahead at Mina. "Fight!"
Reiko stuck her hands out, Mina feeling Reiko pull at her body and try to push her towards the edge.
"Woah!" The pink girl fixed her balance, glad she didn't try sliding around on acid.
Reiko though, was feeling very strained trying to lift Mina. The sunlight was harsh against her pale gray skin, limiting how much power she could put into her telekinesis. The other girl, feeling tugged and pulled in different directions sent a glob of acid Reiko's way.
All she had to do was turn intangible, and it passed right through her.
"Looks like they're in a standoff, both unable to get a good hit on the other!"
"If either want to win they need to change up their strategy."
Hearing those words, Mina decided to try and get up close and personal with Reiko. Pushing through the tugs against her clothes, Mina swung wide as her fist just went through Reiko. "Yeah, thought as much. I don't really know how to beat you. But you can't beat me either so ha!"
Reiko snarled, scaring Mina who flinched in reaction.
She became invisible, Mina swiveling in place to try and sense where Reiko could be.
Reiko grabbed Mina, trying to pull her towards the edge herself. Mina threw a quick glob of acid into the ground, making a hand hold that she gripped onto.
Tugging and tugging, Reiko couldn't get Mina anywhere else. In her rage, she flew forward and threw a punch at Mina's head. Yet it passed right through, Reiko forgetting to become tangible in her fist to hit her.
Her body fell into Mina's, literally.
Black veins sprouted around Mina's eyes, that bright yellow turning into a ghostly pale blue. Reiko stood up, in Mina's body, looking over the limbs that now were in her control.
She looked towards the edge, where she could have Mina march off to and lose.
But Reiko wanted to beat Mina. She hit herself in the face, feeling Mina's pain but not actually being in pain herself. A wicked grin spread across Mina's face, as Reiko used her own body to beat herself. Punch after punch, Reiko wailed on the body with itself over and over. The knuckles began to bleed, cutting into Mina's face as it began to swell and bruise. Finally, when Reiko felt her anger die down, her battle lust satisfied, she let Mina's body drop to the ground as she remained in the air.
Returning to the visible plane, Reiko stood above an absolutely defeated Mina.
She did it, she won.
"That was…brutal." Kendo winced, seeing just how bloody Mina was from a camera zoom in.
"She went too far." Eijiro frowned, clenching his fingers into his fists.
"Eh, she'll be fine." Himiko waved it off.
"Are none of you concerned about how she can possess people now?" Momo questioned the class.
"It is a naturally frightening ability." Ida agreed. "But, in her defense it was recently discovered. With time and training, it could be a powerful ability against villains!"
"I never want to be paired with her." Ojiro shivered.
"I think it's kinda kinky." Mineta muttered from his spot, ignored by all.
"Who's up next?" Denki attempted to change the subject.
"Bakugo and Uraraka." Jiro answered, the class in momentary silence.
"A day filled with brutality." Tokoyami narrated. "Where we can choose to be unscathed, or achieve greater victory."
In her locker room, Uraraka, held the cheap flip phone in her hands. Maybe she should call her parents, but it was right before the fight so maybe not. It's been, hard to be a part of the class. Lots of them were friendly and understanding, but ever since 'the incident' it was so hard to talk to others without them thinking about it.
She did her best to fix things, but it felt like all of her efforts were for nothing. Maybe she wasn't cut out for this, call it quits and just focus on helping her family.
*knock knock*
Was it time already? No, checking the clock she still had a few minutes.
"Come in." She called out to whoever was there.
The last person she expected to open the door was Midoriya. A villain felt more likely to approach her.
"Hey." He tried to play off his nervousness, being as casual as possible. "I'm…really sorry."
Standing up, Uraraka could tell there was a lot on his mind. When wasn't there? "For what?"
"For everything, how I've been treating you, avoiding you, and not helping as much as I could. You didn't do what she did, you were always nice, friendly, genuine…I don't deserve your kindness."
She didn't really know, but she felt like she understood. Putting her phone away, she stepped towards Midoriya. "It's alright, I can't imagine how awful that must have been when you read that letter after middle school. I was ready for you to hate me forever."
"I never hated you." Izuku confessed. "And I never hated her. I just, had a lot of feelings mixed up. But I want to make things right, I want to be a proper friend like I should have been."
"Wait, you want to be friends?"
"..yeah, if that's alright."
Uraraka couldn't help but give him a tight squeeze, hugging him as she felt more relief than ever before. "Yeah, I'd love to be your friend."
Pulling away, she saw him turn around and face the other wall. Izuku double checked something on his watch, and looked back to that spot.
"I forgive you by the way." He spoke, an startled noise coming from behind him.
"You knew I was here?" Toru's voice came out.
"I had a feeling." Izuku held his watch behind his back, Uraraka seeing briefly a small screen on it showing three dots until it went back to the hourglass shape. "I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen, but please, never do something like that again."
"Y-yeah." Toru's footsteps coming closer to them. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know and-"
"It's ok." Uraraka reached her hands out, finding those invisible shoulders and giving a quick hug to the girl. "Just, next time you get an idea like that talk it out with the person before acting, kay?"
"O-ok!"
The buzzer rang out, alerting Uraraka it was time for her to go out into the arena.
"Well, guess I'm up." Uraraka moved to the other door.
"Good luck!" Izuku called out.
"We hope you win!" Toru encouraged Uraraka, who was more pumped then ever.
Right now, she felt like she could take on anything and come out on top.
"AND OUR WINNER IS KATSUKI BAKUGO!"
"Aw man." Denki sighed. "I really thought she was going to win for a second."
"Me too." Jiro shared.
"Izuku!" Pony popped up from her seat, seeing Izuku had watched from the entrance to the stands. "Where were you?! Who did you see?! What did you do with-"
"Woah woah." Himiko pulled Pony away from the boy. "Let him answer one at a time."
"I went to apologize to Uraraka." Izuku answered. "I..guess we're friends again."
"Oh..good." Pony's conflicted feelings aside, she brought Izuku back down to the front and sat down with him.
"It's just Eijiro and Aoyama's fight now right?" Izuku asked for clarification.
"Yep." Pony nodded along, keeping her hand on Izuku's arm. "Eijiro wasn't super happy after Mina's fight, so I hope he doesn't hurt him too much."
"Agreed." Ida voiced. "There's been an awful lot of violence. UA truly has been pushing us to our limits."
"I guess that's one way to look at it kero." Asui croaked.
"FIGHT!"
The french boy sent a powerful laser towards Eijiro, who crossed his arms in front of himself and braced for the impact. The beam split as soon as it touched him, ricocheting and hitting the ground beside him. Eijiro looked at the damage done, hardly feeling a thing from it.
Aoyama, seeing the development fired another laser, Eijiro blocking with one arm and seeing the laser refract off him again.
"I'M IMMUNE TO LASERS?!" The crystal head shouted with refound excitement. Making large red blades on his arms, Eijiro ran forward, batting the rapid fire lasers to the side. Aoyama ignored his stomach's pleading to stop, and pushed as hard as he could in one big blast.
Eijiro cupped his arms, creating a bowl of crystal that refracted the laser right back to Aoyama. It knocked the boy out of the arena, giving Eijiro the win.
"YEAH!"
Shoto walked by himself towards the preparation locker room before his match. He needed to win, but he couldn't outright fight Midoriya. It wasn't fair, this whole situation wasn't fair. Why did his father have to sue their family? They did nothing wrong. Why can't he just stay out of everything?!
An orange glow around the corner alerted Shoto of his approach, Endeavor coming out and intercepting his son who had been avoiding him.
"Shoto, stop associating with that girl."
"No."
"She is trying to keep you from your full potential, distracting you from your goals."
"She's the best thing in my life."
"She has violated the law." Endeavor's galre became harsher and harsher, the temperature rising in the area. "Her videos directly hurt the hero system, mocking everything we do and-"
"They're just jokes."
"Do not interrupt me." His patience was over, Endeavor standing right over him as his anger alone was nearly singing his hair. "The harder you fight me on this, the worse it will be for them. If you prove to me you can focus on your heroics training, using your full power, then-"
"I won't-"
"DO NOT, interrupt me again." Endeavor's flames flared out, scorching the ceiling around him. "Win this tournament, and stop holding yourself back. You are better than this, you are better than them."
Shoto couldn't do anything but grit his teeth, his ice unable to get out so long as this monster was here. He wanted so much to push him out of his life, to lock away all that hatred into the largest glacier he could summon. The first chance he got, Shoto would cut this man out of his life.
Gran Torino was impressed by some of the displays so far, but saw there was still so much that needed to be improved upon. "Who's up for the second round?"
With a few keyboard clackings, Nezu pulled up the ballot. "Izuku Midoriya and Shoto Todoroki."
"Ah, we shouldn't have much to worry about then." Toshinori sipped on his beverage. "The boy showed great restraint against his sister, knowing his quirk could have seriously harmed her."
"He might be holding back too much." Naomasa voiced. "His father seems heavily invested in his future."
"That's a nice way to put a clear case of domestic abuse." Gran Torino jabbed his cane in the detectives gut. "Come on! There's clearly something wrong with that family and you're not going to look into it."
"I can't." Naomasa informed the older but much shorter man. "All heroic crimes are under HPSC investigations, and you know I can't join that department if I want to do any cases that might involve All for One."
"We can only step in if Shoto Todoroki comes forth and confesses of any domestic abuse." Nezu gave the final answer over the issue. "Though his mental state is approaching a concerning level. Sir Nighteye, what do you think?"
The man had his hands folded behind his back, staring emptily towards the battle arena. "The fight will be over quickly, though Recovery Girl will not be needed."
"You think Midoriya will forfeit?" Naomasa approached, getting no response from Sir. His suspicions, his instincts, began to grow louder and louder at him as Nighteye refused to answer him directly.
"You've used your quirk, haven't you?" Nezu accused rather directly.
Nighteye, once again refused to answer.
"Nighteye, what did you see?" Naomasa got as direct as he could, but still the man remained silent.
Inko was really beginning to think this was not something anyone under the age of seventeen should watch. This was, so violent now. She felt her heart break seeing that poor girl getting beaten half to death with her own fists. It was relieving to see Himiko walk out unharmed, no longer apart of this bloodbath. But Izuku was still in it for some reason. What was he trying to do? Prove something?
"So you see Eri-" Paradox showed her an image filled with swirling pictures and equations. "-despite numerous different outcomes, they all branch out at a singular point which is often referred to as the prime event."
"And I can choose the outcomes?" Eri took the drawing, taking in the information naturally.
"So long as you can identify the prime event then yes. Believe it or not, it takes the same effort to go forward than to go back. So if something were to rewind back to the prime event-"
"-I can accelerate it through a different outcome!" Eri shouted in excitement.
"Exactly!" Professor Paradox congratulated her progress by giving her a caramel apple from his coat. "Now, have you discovered why you naturally crave apples yet?"
"Excuse me." Inko interrupted the two. "I think Izuku is in the next match."
"Ah, pardon me." The man apologized. "It seems I've been distracted in my ramblings long enough. I don't often get opportunities to share my knowledge with others in appropriate moments."
Ignoring his strange choice of words, Inko saw Izuku and that Shoto boy walk out. Izuku looked happier, but that other child seemed very stressed out. That stiff walk, no, restrained stomping would be a better term. Something else must be making him so upset.
"Ah, and here we are." Professor Paradox pulled out his pocket watch. "A pivotal moment in Izuku's life."
"I sense it." Eri's eyes widened, her hand reaching up to her horn hidden in one of the fake All Might bangs in her hoodie.
"Good job! At this rate you'll be a fully fledged time walker before you can drive."
"I don't like this." Inko leaned forward, her motherly instincts screaming.
"A mother's concern can hardly be swayed." Paradox stood up. "But if it can lessen your burden, allow me to guarantee Izuku's safety."
"Guarantee?" Inko asked, but saw the man had vanished from thin air.
Shoto was doing his best to control his breathing, his father's face, heat in his mind. He wanted it gone, out, so he can focus on better things, better people. Across from him was Himiko's brother, Izuku, who was fighting quirkless.
It wouldn't take much, just a sheet of ice to restrain his legs and he won. Just his ice, that's all he needed to lock away the flames, to lock away his father. But no matter what he was still there, no matter how hard he pushed he was still there making everything worse!
"Ready!"
"Are you ok?" Izuku conerningly asked Shoto, who's eyes kept darting back and forth against the ground with his fists balled tightly. Frost was gathering up his arm, and he didn't even seem to notice.
"FIGHT!"
'SHOTO!' Endeavor's yelling bounced in Shoto's head over and over, the cold unable to get it out.
"Shoto?" Izuku hesitantly called out to the very distressed boy.
"SHUT UP!"
*SCHLICK*
A glacier erupted from the boy, freezing everything in front of him in an icy tomb that was half the size of the entire stadium.
Naomasa's eyes widened, the man not being the only one to see the power demonstrated.
"The fight is over." Sir Nighteye walked towards the door. "If we are to retrieve that watch now is the time."
Naomasa grabbed the man, pulling him away and slamming him into a chair. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!"
Sir sympathetically put a hand on the man's shoulder, who was so close to Midoriya. "I'm sorry, but what I saw, none of us could have changed it."
"His death." Nezu whispered in horror of realization. "You foresaw Midoriya's death."
"What?!" Toshinori stood up, wanting to break apart two friends but hoping Nezu was wrong. "Nighteye, is that true? Please tell me the boy is alive!"
"We couldn't have changed it."
"YES WE COULD HAVE!" Naomasa punched the man. "YOU HAD SO MUCH TIME TO WARN US! LITERALLY WE COULD HAVE DONE SO MUCH TO PREVENT THIS!"
Sir Nighteye accepted the injury, knowing just how devastating this was. It was like this many times in the early years of using his quirk as a hero. Seeing the death of someone, trying to plan to prevent it, but it always happened this way. Always.
"I don't believe it." All Might filled out his suit with muscle, standing tall as the number one hero. "The boy has to be alive, and I will save him!"
*CRASH* The window exploded into shards of glass, but not from All Might's actions.
Cold.
It was so cold and dark.
He couldn't move, it was cold, nothing was moving, he was tired, it was so cold.
'Emergency Command Override.'
The omnitrix, it was still speaking to his mind.
'Emergency Transformation Engaged.'
Something had changed, the ice was burning him, still pushing against him. Izuku didn't know what to do, how to get out. So, with no other ideas, Izuku pushed with all the strength in his body
Shoto rubbed his eyes that had frozen his eyelashes together. Once he took in the sight in front of him, he was in horror. All he could see was ice, thicker than anything he had made, colder than anything he had created. At the center of it all, he knew who was trapped in it.
"Izuku!" Shoto cracked his fists against it, finally realizing what he had done.
He had to save him, get rid of the ice, but the only way to do that was to use his fire. Shoto had sworn it off though, he would never be a hero with it, but what about Izuku? How else could he save him?
A flash of green in the center of the ice alerted Shoto to reality. It was useless, no matter how powerful of a blast that watch of his did, it would take a punch from All Might to shatter the ice.
But there was an orange light in the center, replacing the green.
And it was brighter than any he had seen before.
*BOOM*
An explosion of steam filled the air, launching Shoto out of the arena and onto the grass. There was so much heat now, and when he reopened his eyes, there was fire, swarming everywhere and evaporating every last chunk of ice instantly.
Glancing towards the source, he half expected his father to be the one to intervene. No, he couldn't do this, turn a glacier of ice that large into steam so fast. At the center of it all, was a man made of pure fire, standing right where Izuku was.
"HEATBLAST"
Izuku took steady breathes, but it felt different. He was free from the ice but breathing felt off. His lungs, he couldn't feel his lungs. Glancing down at his arms, he saw limbs covered in flames. At first he thought he was on fire, but no, this was different. It was like his arms were magma, with chunks of stone building up his arms to cover him, his whole body.
Re-examing himself, he saw how his feet only had two toes, his hands only had four fingers each, and that's when it clicked. He had become one of the aliens from his watch.
"I'm…HEATBLAST?!"
How?! This wasn't at all like splicing?! He wasn't part alien, he had fully transformed in an instant! Crap! What was he supposed to do?! He can't live his whole life like this! He had to turn back to human, fast!
The omnitrix responded, and in a quick flash of green Izuku turned back to human. "What was that?!" He screamed at the watch.
'Emergency Transformation. If the user's life is in immediate danger, the omnitrix is designed to prevent death by transforming the user into an optimal species to survive the threat.'
"Since when could you do full transformations?!"
'The original function of the omnitrix was to allow the user to turn into all available DNA samples to gain full experience of all living beings.'
…Seriously?
"HOLY SHIT WHAT WAS THAT?!" Present Mic's voice grounded Izuku to reality. He quickly stopped talking to the omnitrix, steam still wafting through the air all around him.
"Well, ice wasn't all that boy could do."
"Wait, you mean..he did it?"
"Yep, it looks like after going too hard with his ice, Shoto Todoroki used his fire for a change. Looks like he doesn't have much control over it, so after super heating an already super cold area it caused that explosion."
"But what's happening now?! Who won?! Turn on the fans!"
Large industrial grade fans revealed themselves around the stadium, blowing away the fog and revealing Izuku, standing alone in the arena. Shoto himself out of bounds.
"I don't know how he did it, BUT IZUKU MIDORIYA BEAT A DUAL QUIRK USER DESPITE BEING QUIRKLESS!"
"We really didn't need to announce that second part."
THERE WE HAVE IT! Something that pretty much everyone has been bugging me about since the very first chapter! I was always planning this, and some may remember how I thought about putting off transformation because I was being hassled so much about it. So now that we have it, please stop spamming my PM's to let Izuku transform. Izuku has discovered the transformation feature, next chapter we will look more into how exactly Izuku never used or found this feature.
What kinds of fusions do you want to see?
List of Hybrids (In order of splicing):
Eijiro Kirishima & Petrosapien/Diamondhead
Himiko Midoriya & Lenopan/Sludgepuppy
Kyoka Jiro & Sonorosian/Echo Echo
Reiko Yanagi & Ectonurite/Ghostfreak
Shota Aizawa/Eraserhead & Thep Khufan/Snare-oh
Denki Kaminari & Nosedeenian/Buzzshock
Any grammar errors please point it out.
Credit for helping me make this story goes to Animeguy1101
Let me know what you think about it and if you want to see more!
Harleking31: I could see Sato being mixed with many basic brawlers.
Planar-Walking-Entertainment: It's hard to say, because we don't know enough about how Shinso's quirk works. Assuming it works on anything that responds to him, then yeah I believe it would work on aliens. Ben as Big Chill could still be hypnotized so mind games are still applicable.
FShield96: Yes, yes we should be worried about Reiko.
I do like the Midnight/Pixie Dust mix.
dsgundam00: That's a good suggestion for Yuga, but now that we know about his situation from the manga would he be allowed to do so?
icewaker22: Thanks! I feel like there's not enough exploration into all the other things it can do.
Mashot Tito: I've pointed out that Eijiro is aware of Izuku's indifference to Bakugo, and it will be explored more later. But as you can see, there's a lot of stuff I need to cover first.
realnuggethours: Well, he couldn't fight for long with no help from the omnitrix. His injury was pretty much the only thing to snap him out of that mind control.
I'm always happy to hear others liking my decision to use the omnitrix differently. It has so much more potential than just beating up villains.
GPX-2013: Oooh, I haven't gotten villain suggestions yet. Thanks!
JP: Yep, Mei should stay far away from the omnitrix.
Skull Berry: Way Big is permanently huge, so Mt. Lady would probably turn that down.
AnimeFan13579: You bet Mei would absolutely be suppressed with Ship.
wendycc19: If it's just a language, then yes. But if it relies on magical properties then no.
AshleyKDrTom14: I pretty much just used that threat to have people stop bugging me about it. I always planned for transformation at this part of the story.
Guest: Where exactly in the story do I spell it "silicone"?
