"Well would you look at that," Midnight cried, a wide smile on her face. "It looks like our first game of the day will be a game of tag."
"Tag," Itsuka muttered, her brow furrowing in determination.
"Each student participating in today's events is wearing a U.A. gym uniform," Midnight explained, her voice echoing through the arena. Behind her, the screen changed to mirror her words, showing the uniform in question. "One of the many hidden features of the uniforms designed by U.A.'s very own principal Nezu is their ability to sense pressure applications. Each of the 200 students participating is worth a point. By tagging another student, the tagger will take the point of whomever they tagged, adding it to their own while the white stripes on the tagged student's uniform will turn red, indicating they have no points. If you lose your points, don't worry, you aren't eliminated. Simply tag another student with points to take what points they have for yourself, at which point your uniform stripes will turn back to white. After fifteen minutes, the top 37 students will move on to the next round, and of course Quirks are allowed. Incapacitations will count as tagging an opponent; however, as always, I retain the right to eliminate any of you if I believe you are using excessive force or endangering other students. Understand?"
"Aye, sensei!" The students chorused.
"Good," Midnight purred as she licked her lips, a wicked gleam in her eye. Behind her the screen changed to a timer reading 15:00:00. "Now split up and mingle, no huddling with your classmates. Prepare yourselves, we'll begin on my command."
All across the field students shifted; some crouching in a sprinter's pose, others simply shaking body parts to loosen up, a few sporadic Quirks flared as students prepared to use them while others looked around, searching for their first targets. Momo's eyes flickered to the various students around her while Itsuka took a deep breath, letting it out as her body tensed and she opened her eyes.
"Begin!" Midnight yelled bringing her whip down with a flourish, only to immediately brace herself on stage as the wind began to pick up. The field devolved into chaos as students rushed each other, some displaying their Quirks while others utilized nothing but their bodies.
Momo's hands and arms glowed as the ponytailed ravenette produced a pair of tonfa that she began to twirl with deadly effect, smashing the weighted batons into the chests of those around her as her score quickly began rising. Itsuka too was displaying her skills, the martial artist punishing anyone foolish enough to take the vice-representative of 1-A as an easy target. Shoto sighed as he let loose with his ice, freezing those around him where they stood. The dual haired boy had been tempted to simply freeze the arena as there certainly weren't many here he could confidently say were capable of escaping on their own, but there was no benefit to showing off right now. Better to hold back and reveal just what he could do in the later rounds. As all this was happening though the winds continued to intensify.
"AND IT LOOKS LIKE OUR COMPETITORS ARE OFF TO A WILD START YAOW! NO REAL STANDOUTS YET BUT- WAIT, WHAT'S THIS?! SOMEONE'S TAKEN TO THE AIR, THAT'S… YES IT'S INASA YORASHI OF CLASS 1-B! WHAT'S HE UP TO?" Present Mic announced.
A tired exhale was heard throughout the arena as the cockatrice's partner spoke up, "Inasa's simply being practical. By flying he can avoid being tagged while keeping an eye on the entire battlefield. At the same time, he's got a Quirk that's perfectly capable of gathering points from a distance, so he's not limiting his score in the slightest."
A few students had glanced up to catch a glimpse of the teen when the announcers had focused on him, but they were barely able to spare more than a cursory glance before the chaos around them drew their attention elsewhere. The overwhelming noise permitted only a few to hear the words of the flying boy as he raised his hands up towards the heavens, "To see so many students giving it their all, I can feel myself getting fired up! If all you hot-blooded monsters are going all out, then it's only right I do the same, isn't it?!"
While many might not have heard what the boy said, the reaction to his words was certainly noticeable to those near members of Class 1-B. Kendo was preparing to chop an arrogant blond on the neck who was somehow using multiple Quirks at once, only to watch him scowl in frustration, "We agreed to hold back, but of course he'd go all out in the first round. Shit." Scrambling, the blond scampered away, not seeming to care as Itsuka tagged him on the back, stealing his points. All over the field, similar reactions could be seen, Momo'd been holding off a girl with green hair and sharp teeth whose Quirk seemed to let her split her body apart while maintaining her control over it, but after hearing Inasa's declaration, the girl cursed darkly before choosing to abandon the fight, electing instead to float away over the heads of the other students. Iida'd been going back and forth against a blonde girl with horns whose broken Japanese was intermixed with what the speedster believed was English, but a glance at Inasa's upraised hand had the girl fleeing, weaving in and out of students as she dodged the few who tried to tag her.
The reactions confused many, but it quickly became clear why they'd fled when the winds picked up, forcing many to plant themselves firmly to avoid being sent tumbling head over heels. The winds only grew stronger until, to the shock of nearly every student, a twister formed in the center of the field, the wind storm quickly picking up weaker students and sending them airborne, before drawing them in. All the while, Inasa simply laughed from where he floated in the air.
"WHAT'S THIS?! IT SEEMS LIKE INASA'S DECIDED TO JOIN THE FRAY AND IN SPECTACULAR FASHION! IN A SINGLE MOVE HE'S TAKEN MORE THAN A QUARTER OF THE POINTS FOR HIMSELF! TAKE NOTES YOU YOUNGER LISTENERS OUT THERE, THAT'S HOW YOU MAKE AN OPENING STATEMENT!"
As the crowd erupted into cheers, eyes flickered to the nearest scoreboards where, located promptly at the top of the list, was Inasa Yorashi with… 57 points! Several students gulped, feeling beads of sweat form on their brow; it was intimidating. To so easily surpass the points needed to move on to the next round and to do so with only a single move, their eyes turned towards where Inasa floated in the air, a wide smile splitting his face. It was clear that the kid was a powerhouse. What hope did any of them have? They were from the support course, business, general studies students, yeah they wanted to be heroes, but to face someone like this? It was too much.
'And now it begins,' Aizawa thought, ignoring his partner as Hizashi continued to drone on, his eyes focused on the frozen forms of the students below him. The staff knew the practical part of the entrance exam was unfair, geared towards those with destructive Quirks while ignoring other possible Quirks with useful applications. The hero category could help, but it was nothing more than a booster for those who acted in a heroic manner and it was subjective at that. Sure U.A. had applied to change the exam, but unfortunately the HPSC's permission was needed for such an action since U.A. was an accredited HPSC Hero School, and the Commission wasted no time in rejecting the proposal every time it was put forth. The ghost of a smile flickered on the man's stubble lined face, 'although I wouldn't be surprised if the robots were Nezu's way of extorting as much money as he could from the Commission, there's no way the school could pay for such things on their own.'
Shota shook his head, 'The rat's reasoning doesn't matter either way it puts kids in my class completely unsuitable for heroics. Sure I can expel them but then we have open spots in the Hero Course and that's where the Sports Festival comes in, an opportunity for promotion and a chance for students not only in the Hero Course but in the others as well to distinguish themselves. But right now is where the test really begins, the students in the other courses who've spent their time cursing their poor luck are coming face to face with the ones they want to usurp and replace. Now's the time for them to back up what they've said with actions or decide if this is where their dreams die.' His eyes narrowed, 'Now what will you all do?'
Floating in the air as he watched his tornado demolish the competition below him, Inasa Yorashi couldn't contain his wild smile. He could feel his blood pumping as the students below him fought one another in a mad free-for-all, each desperately grasping for the points they needed to move on. This, this was why he decided to go to U.A. He'd been tempted to leave when he encountered Todoroki during the special recommendation exam, the son of the #2 hero and the one man Inasa considered unsuitable for heroics had possessed the same eyes as his father, eyes filled with cold rage and hatred at some distant obstacle. Inasa had given the boy a chance, a chance to show the eyes didn't mean anything, that Inasa had simply been mistaken and misjudged the two, but Todoroki had cast his offer aside. In fact, he could still remember the dual-haired boy's words when he'd approached him, "This isn't a test, we aren't competing or anything, passing is all that matters." He hadn't even graced Inasa with a look, his eyes just filled with the same emotions that made Inasa realize not everyone should be a hero. "So leave me alone."
Inasa's hand curled into a fist. There'd been no doubt in his mind that Todoroki would make it into U.A., the boy was too talented for the school not to accept him, but Inasa had doubted whether he himself could attend the same institution knowing the boy went there as well. He'd almost rescinded his application and applied to Shiketsu but had stopped himself; U.A. was the hero school. Even if Shiketsu was considered its only rival, U.A. was still superior. Inasa didn't want to give up on U.A. just because someone he didn't think was worthy of becoming a hero went there as well, and that's when an idea had struck him: What was more heroic than making someone into a hero? For three years Inasa and Todoroki would be students at the same school, so for three years Inasa could work to mold Todoroki into an ideal hero and keep him from going down the same path as his father.
Smiling at the memory Inasa continued to wear his grin as he let his tornado die down, careful to make sure the air currents deposited their unwilling passengers onto the ground. Inasa already had more than enough points to move on and it would be most unheroic to simply keep the students caught up in his move unable to try and recover what points they could from the other competitors. Better to let them loose and watch from above where he was safely out of reach.
The sound of an explosion sounded to Inasa's right, and turning, the floating student barely had time to dodge backwards as a spikey haired blond rocketed past him the blond's fingers, coming within inches of his uniform. The two were in close proximity to one another for barely a second, but it was still enough time for Inasa to recognize his attacker as the student representative Bakugo Katsuki.
"Whoa," Inasa gasped, wheeling himself around. He watched as Katsuki turned their missed attack into a wide curve to come back around, all the while propelling himself through the air with explosives that erupted from his hands. "Wow," Inasa complimented, smiling widely, "you've got an amazing quirk. I can see why you were so confident when you announced that you were going to win the festival today."
"Of course I'm going to win," Katsuki growled as he lined himself up for a bombing run, "I'm going to be the #1 Hero, the best hero to ever exist, and to do that I need to be the strongest. Everyone here, they're just a stepping stone to help me get better, and as for the festival, now the world will see just what it is I can do."
Inasa's eyes sparkled, "Wow," he cheered with genuine admiration, "your speech earlier already got me fired up, but now you've got my blood boiling. Unfortunately I will win the festival, so your declaration is meaningless."
"You've got everybody's attention," Bakugo admitted with a feral smile, "but what does it matter so long as I take your points from you?"
"There's seven minutes left," Inasa said, glancing down at the timer at the top of the scoreboard behind Midnight, "and you don't seem like the type to risk it all without taking the proper precautions. We both have enough points to move on, but I've never backed down from a challenge before; if you want my points, catch me if you can." Manipulating the air currents, Inasa took off like a bullet with a blond rocket in close pursuit.
"-AND BAKUGO KATSUKI PURSUES YORASHI STARTING A MID-AIR CHASE! WHO'S GOING TO EMERGE WITH THE POINTS?" As Present Mic continued to narrate the events happening below, Izuku sighed, leaning back in his seat. The first few minutes had been hectic but it quickly became clear that, like always, the heroic students were the standout competitors, most of whom would no doubt be moving on. The majority of them had points in the high single digits or low teens. Only three students were above twenty points: Katuski Bakugo with 21 points was currently pursuing another one of the three, Inasa Yorashi, who was the clear standout of the round with an absurd 57 points, while the final student, Shoto Todoroki had 23 points, having simply frozen those around him to the ground. Seemingly fine with his score the boy had elected to cocoon himself inside an igloo-style dome that no one had yet managed to breach in order to wait out the clock. A few students were pounding away at the structure but it only seemed to reinforce itself the moment any progress was made.
Momo herself had 14 points so her position too was guaranteed, so long as she wasn't tagged, and a quick look down assured Izuku the ravenette was more than fine, having formed a partnership with a few others to hold off the hoards of students that continually threw themselves forward only to be repelled again and again.
"The round's over," turning Izuku found himself looking at the HPSC's assassin as she leaned back in her seat before stretching her hands over her head to crack her back. Turning towards the greenette the dual-haired woman cocked a questioning eyebrow, "What? You obviously think the same. The standings aren't going to shift a whole lot now that the points have been grouped up."
"Probably," Izuku agreed, "But still, 200 points isn't a lot, especially considering I doubt the staff expected a single student to get over a quarter of them all at once. Add in second and third and the three managed to gather over half the points available. They'll probably release more somehow when there's five minutes left, especially since Katsuki and Yorashi are too busy with their little air show to go after others."
"Katsuki?" Nagant- no, Tsutsumi asked. "You're on a first name basis with him?" Izuku stilled as he mentally cursed himself for relaxing when he was right next to a pro hero. Blame the nerd inside of him, but seeing so many new Quirks all at once had made him forget just where he was. Izuku sensed Himiko shift behind him at the question, the disguised blonde no doubt having spent more time staring at the back of his head than at the match.
Still, her presence helped reassure Izuku as he responded, "We used to know each other," Izuku answered, making sure to choose his words carefully, "our moms were close so we grew up together."
"You had a falling out of some kind?" Tsutsumi questioned.
"Something like that," Izuku agreed, gesturing towards where Katsuki and Yorashi were weaving through the air around one another. "As you can see, he developed quite the powerful Quirk, I on the other hand did not. Everyone told Kacchan that he would grow up to be a great hero and it got to his head. He enjoyed testing his Quirk and sometimes, well, there's a reason children don't handle explosives."
"He used his Quirk on you?" she questioned, and Izuku could practically see her persona switch flip from the politely curious Tsutsumi to the pro hero Lady Nagant.
Izuku merely blinked, "Like I said, as a child, I doubt he could control his Quirk well enough to not hit those nearby when he used it. The adults at our school however certainly didn't reprimand him when it happened though," he admitted with a bitter smile. "With no one correcting his behavior, well, let's just say that he liked to prove his strength, over me in particular."
"Were complaints filed?"
"Of course not, teachers passed it off as 'kids being kids', and as for administration, well it's no secret how elite U.A. is, and schools with students in attendance are considered some of the best of the best, particularly if said students are enrolled in the hero course. Kaachan was Aldera's first student with a chance of making it big, and everyone who was anyone wanted a piece of the next top hero. From elementary school they made sure his record would be as clean as a whistle when it came time for him to apply. Any time I complained, I was just being dramatic, an attention whore, of course Bakugo's not at fault. It didn't matter to them if I was covered in ash and burns, if my uniform was torn and covered in blood, all that mattered was that I was still Quirkless, useless Midoriya who dared to try and sully their oh so precious Katsuki Bakugo."
"Then why are you here? Why cheer him on when it sounds like you should by all rights hate him?"
"Who said I'm here to cheer him on?" Izuku questioned with a tilt of his head, "I'd much rather he fail here with the whole country looking on but I have no doubt he'll end up a hero. It's been his dream since we were children, and his Quirk's far too useful for U.A. to pass him over. Even if they're not as lenient with his behavior, I know for a fact that the school gives their teachers lots of freedom when it comes to their students and Kacchan can hold himself back when needed, it's just that up until now, no one made him."
Lady Nagant frowned, "I'm sorry for what happened to you, no one should have to go through what you have. I can only imagine how you must feel watching him train to become a Pro Hero."
Izuku shrugged, "I learned when I was four that life's unfair. Everything since then has just driven the point home that the system, society is broken. Discrimination still exists be it against the Quirkless, mutation Quirks, or those with Quirks dubbed 'villainous.' Our government runs on laws made nearly 200 years ago when Quirks were still developing, when it was still possible to keep those with Quirks from using them. Nowadays, you can't walk down the street without seeing someone use their Quirk, and neither police nor heroes try to stop it unless the Quirk is particularly showy or dangerous. If our own officers don't work to enforce the peace, does peace even exist? Right now, society's fraying at the edges, problems forced down for decades are rising to the surface, and All Might, the symbol of this 'peaceful' era, is appearing less and less. And people are noticing, crime levels all over the country are rising to numbers not seen in decades and villains are only growing more bold. With all that's happening, can you really claim that society is at peace, that people aren't going about their everyday lives all under the illusion of a faux peace that will fall away when things finally reach a head?"
Nagant was silent for a moment, her bright purple eyes meeting Izuku's vivid green, "You raised a lot of interesting points," she admitted, "now let me ask a question of my own. You introduced yourself as Izuku Shigaraki, but just now you called yourself Midoriya." Izuku tensed. It was only for a moment but he knew immediately that his reaction hadn't escaped the sharp gaze of a heroine used to looking down the scope of a rifle. "Let's try again," Nagant said, turning so her upper body was now facing Izuku. Although the two remained in their seats next to each other her voice made it clear that no nonsense would be tolerated. "My name is Lady Nagant, now just who are you, Izuku?"
As she slammed her bo staff into the stomach of some poor student from the general studies course, Momo was already drawing back, allowing Itsuka to launch an enlarged fist into the chest of the student already replacing him. Both student's uniforms were red, confirming that they'd already lost their points earlier in the round, something that had become far more common as the round dragged on. In fact, it had been several minutes since either of the girls had gotten any points at all.
"They just keep coming," Itsuka complained, and Momo was finding herself agreeing with the orangette.
"How much time do we have left?" Momo asked her vice as she swung her staff like a baseball bat to knock away some girl with light green hair and elven ears.
Itsuka opened her mouth to reply but before she could, Midnight's voice rose over the sound of conflict echoing across the battlefield. "Five minutes left in the round! I repeat, five minutes left! Additionally, due to the large amount of points accumulated by the top three students, I have elected to make the executive decision to award each student two additional points regardless of how many they have now. That means if despite all your effort you still find your performance lacking, you can still get points by turning your attention towards those more suited for someone of your capabilities."
"Do you think she acts that way intentionally?" Itsuka deadpanned, the two girls getting a moment to relax as the hoard that had been swarming them turned on one another.
"I honestly don't know," Momo answered sincerely, a red blush dusting her face. Her hobby might be reading adult romance novels, but it still wasn't considered polite to allude to such sexual actions out loud. For Midnight-sensei to be so bold as to sneak innuendos in the most watched event on Japanese television was mortifying to the villainous ravenette. It didn't help that her thoughts began to turn towards a certain green haired boy, one whose performance she very much doubted would be lack-
Itsuka started when for seemingly no reason, Momo slapped herself across the cheek. "Um, are you okay?" Itsuka asked, raising a hesitant hand.
"Never better," Momo smiled, despite the red handprint already blooming on the side of her head.
"Rrright," Itsuka responded doubtfully, "Okay, with the added two points, I'm now at eighteen. You?"
"Sixteen," Momo offered. "We both should've had enough to move on, but Midnight just introduced an additional four hundred points to the game. Add that to the two hundred already in play, and that's six hundred altogether. Yorashi, Bakugo, and Todoroki have just over a sixth of the points already divided between the two of them, but the remaining points should be spread across the rest of the students, with the larger point values most likely concentrated within the heroic classes. Midnight said the top thirty-seven students will move on, and if we say two to five of those spots are students from other courses, then nearly a quarter of the heroics course will fail to move onto the next round."
"Easy," Itsuka said, raising a hand to Momo's back although she stopped short of touching it, not wanting to take the girl's points on accident. "We knew from the moment Midnight announced how many spots were available that some people wouldn't make it to the next round. Still, have some faith in our classmates, they've worked hard to get here, just like we have. Besides, we have far more pressing matters to worry about."
"Really?" Momo asked, cocking her head to the side while raising a hand to the corner of her mouth in a manner eerily similar to Tsu, "What?"
Itsuka smiled as she enlarged her fists before launching a fist that hit two students at once, although only one of their uniforms was white so she only got points from them. "Isn't it obvious? We still have five minutes left, that's five minutes to grind as many points as we can. I don't know about you, but I really want to beat Bakugo's score, especially since he seems more keen on catching Yorashi than getting more points."
Something about the orangette's words seemed to spark something within Momo. Itsuka felt herself shiver at how predatorial the girl's smile seemed to become. "Let's do it," Momo said, her determination clear, eyes aflame with an unknown drive.
Itsuka watched as Momo launched herself forward towards the nearest white striped uniform, swinging her staff to deadly effect. "Dear gods," Itsuka whispered, "what have I done?" The sounds of the screaming students being crushed under Momo's domineering feet shook the carrot-haired girl out of whatever trance she'd fallen into. Shaking her head to clear her mind, Itsuka enlarged her hands before launching herself into the conflict once more, chasing after her class president and friend.
Izuku swallowed, but despite having the attention of a government approved killer focused solely on him, the greenette remained calm, "Toga." He called and immediately the vampiric bodyguard reacted. For all her training and as fast as she was, Nagant was still a hero that worked best from a distance. In the crowded seating of a stadium surrounded by civilians unaware of the developing situation, she could barely react before a blade was pressed to the side of her throat, the tip digging into the skin of her neck.
"I'm sorry," Izuku said, and despite the situation, Nagant found herself believing the sincerity in the greenette's apology. "If it makes you feel better, me and my colleague here aren't up to anything." Izuku gestured to his associate who, to Nagant's surprise, seemed to be a one armed woman with black ringlet hair and violet eyes in an outfit that did little to conceal the body underneath. In fact, the clothing seemed designed for someone much smaller than the one wearing it.
"Now, now," the woman purred under Nagant's gaze, "attention on the little boss here please. We can always play later if you really want to."
"Why are you here?" Nagant asked, turning to Izuku, who was running a hand through his curly hair.
"The same reason everyone else is," Izuku said, raising his arms as if the answer should be obvious, "we came to watch the sports festival. The fact we ended up sitting next to you is nothing more than an unfortunate coincidence."
"You claim to be a villain," Nagant questioned, "but just what did you do that was villainous? Forgive me, but I find it hard to believe that someone Quirkless managed to do anything deserving of recognition."
The blade dug into her skin a little harder at the question and Nagant could feel blood begin to trail down her neck, but Izuku remained nonplussed. He even looked a little pleased, "True, I suppose you could say that we're villains more due to society's definition of the term than anything else. Neither of us have robbed a bank, committed arson, or lied on a tax form. In fact, the only thing I've really done purposefully wrong is attack another villainous organization that had something I wanted."
"And you won?" Nagant questioned, and despite herself she couldn't keep the disbelief out of her voice. A kid taking on a criminal organization and winning, sure, she could see that happening, maybe, at a stretch, but not without a Quirk, a powerful one.
"Oh I just did the planning," Izuku waved dismissively, "it was low-tier villains that did all the work." A throat cleared behind them and Izuku corrected himself, "Oh yes, and Toga here played her part as well, in fact I found her while recruiting and she's been with me ever since."
Nagant nodded, as much as she could at least without cutting her own throat. She had her doubts but she kept them to herself. "Okay, and hypothetically, what is keeping me from causing a scene and arresting you right here and now?" Once more, the blade dug into her just a little more before withdrawing as Izuku answered.
"Besides the fact you have a knife to your neck and for as fast as you are, I know Toga's faster? The fact that if you do try something, while I might not be much of a threat, especially since we're so close together, I have no doubt Toga could inflict quite a fair amount of chaos before you or another hero incapacitates her. How many civilians are around us? How many do you think she could harm or kill before you stop her? 1? 2? Half a dozen? More? And what about her Quirk? What do you think it can do? The simple fact is you don't know enough to take action right now, especially since this is basically a hostage situation where everyone around us is being held at knife point, all the while being perfectly unaware of what's happening. So here's what's going to happen: we're all going to sit back and relax, you don't do anything to arouse suspicion or alert others to what's going on, and I'll make sure that Toga here doesn't go on a killing spree. We enjoy the festival like we were intending to and once it ends, we each go our own way. After that, we can go back to the game of cat and mouse that heroes and villains always seem to be playing. Do we have a deal?"
Nagant mentally cursed; Izuku had summarized their situation perfectly. While her support equipment had a mayday feature, her costume itself didn't. The good news was that she now had no problem believing his claim to have organized a raid, unfortunately that terrifying intellect was now directed against her and she found herself coming up short. "Tick, tock," the black haired Toga hummed, digging the blade into her neck once more, "Izuku-sama doesn't like to be kept waiting, and when he gets impatient, I do too."
"And let me guess, when you're impatient, you get twitchy?"
"And stabby," Toga agreed cheerfully. "Now, your answer please."
"Fine," Nagant sighed, making sure they saw her shoulders fall as she leaned back in her seat. Toga too withdrew, although Nagant didn't need to look behind her to know that the woman was likely keeping her knife ready, most likely aimed at either Nagant or whoever had the unfortunate luck to sit next to the black haired psycho, though based on her clothing and their kinks, they might actually be into that.
"Thank you," Izuku said and Nagant once again had to question how a villain holding everyone around them hostage could sound so genuine. "If it makes you feel better, you're the first adult besides my mother to show they cared about what happened to me."
"What would your Mom think about what you're doing," Nagant asked.
Sometimes talking was enough to get villains to stand down, but the sniper hero knew she'd made a mistake when Izuku's smile fell away, his face becoming an emotionless mask. The pressure around them increased and Nagant couldn't stop the shiver that ran up her spine as the greenette looked her in the eyes, "Unfortunately I'll never know, less than a year ago a hero raped and killed her right in front of me."
Author's Note:
Buh, buh, BAAAAAHHHH! Poor momma Inko you died to soon for plot reasons. RIP. Oh well, moving on stuff happens we have the first event the results of which will appear next chapter. Ch 19 will focus on the second event while for ch 20 we'll break for lunch before starting the finals in chapter 21. As for this chapter probably the most important thing is Izuku made an oopsy and now Nagant thinks green is sus. I feel like it's a little late to make Among Us references but I'm doing it anyway sue me. (Please do not sue me I am a broke ass college student (P﹏ P) who uses P-atreon money to fund my weekly Chipotle run). Momo and Itsuka had their moment to shine with Itsuka accidentally getting Momo fired up at the chance to beat Bakugo. Inasa also made an appearance along with some members of 1-B but don't worry they'll have bigger roles in future chapters.
Anyway as always thanks for reading check out my other works if you want or scroll through my favorites for other stories to check out. I'd personally make a recommendation for Mirrond's When Reason Fails. It's MHA but cthullu-ified and is awesome. It's in my favorites so give it a look when you get a chance.
That's about it so until next time this is the devil that went down to U of Bama lookin' for a college degree signing off,
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