Over the Top

by papireaz

When I died, I expected a few manga volumes. Maybe to learn what the One Piece is. Instead, I found myself in a world that I recognised, a story I had read and what's worse was that it was a story I had no interest in wanting to involve myself in! Then and again, the offer to become a Hero is far too tempting...

10. Issue 9

Damn, if you asked me three months ago I'd write 100k words for this, I wouldn't have believed you. I mean 100 thousand words... hah, even thinking about it is mind boggling. How the hell did I manage to write one hundred thousand words?

I mean this is a poorly written Self Insert written by someone who thinks they are intelligent (But really isn't.)

Really, I think a gorilla writes this fic.

But oh well, thank you so very much for helping me reach this milestone! No matter if the comments were positive or negative, they all helped me write this fic!

So THANK YOU!

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Gintama Ending 20, Nakama is the song for today's chapter. Fun fact, this is one of my favourite ending songs to an anime ever, despite it being prominent only in the Thorny arc I'll never forget it.

Also, uhm, sorry for the slightly delay. I have been rewatching Gintama since January, and these past few weeks I really picked up watching it again for the Final Movie. And now I finally watched Gintama The Final... words can't express how much the film meant to me as a fan. So instead I hope you like this chapter.

Both are arguably low quality in the eyes of many (Not that my shit is comparable to Hideaki Sorachi's shit, his is massive.) But you catch my drift, as the French say (I think),

Enjoy!

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ANOTHER NOTE!

Happy anniversary to Bleach, twenty years huh? Crazy. Even though Bleach is older than me (Not by much), it's still one of my favourite stories ever written and helped inspired me to write this fic as well. So thank you Tite Kubo for everything! P.S. that new chapter was fire... Hell-fire.

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Summary:

I'm going to be the King of the Heroes! That's right, Yamazaki D Sora, King of the Heroes! Sigh, my jokes are getting old real quick. Why'd it only be me that finds my jokes funny, huh? Oh, I know! This fic needs a mascot, or some sort of straight man to help elevate the humour! Ah, I'll use Kaminari as the straight man, pointing out the obvious things, Jiro and Yaoyorozu will be the wacky duo, and I'm the protagonist of course!

Over the Top 2, coming to a cinema near you! (Make sure not to pirate it!)

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"So, how was your first day at school?" Hinata asked me.

At first I wanted to say that it was uneventful, but that would be a tremendous lie. I mean I did basically throw a tantrum at our homeroom teacher, slept through an entire lesson and forgot periods five and six, after lunch. Not to mention I don't even remember how I got home, it's almost as if I just magically appeared in this scene...

Nah, I'm being stupid. How could I forget the promise the four of us made to meet up again in two years at Sabaody Archipelago?!

"Sora... you seem out of it?"

"Nah, I'm fine Mum. Just thinking about how much fun I had today."

Hinata giggled as she hugged me tightly,

"Hehe, I'm so proud of you. What did you have for lunch today?"

"Just a normal sandwich. Chicken and stuffing. Mayo too."

Hinata frowned at that as she hummed, leaning forward to inspect me close. I stood there nervously, hoping she wouldn't also realise that I had a lot of sweets too. Hinata was quite strict when it came to me eating sweets, and that was because if it were up to me I'd only eat them instead of having solid food.

Which was an issue.

Sorta.

"...Your Father doesn't come home until later. Miwa just texted me saying she was still on the train coming back home," Hinata told me. "Not to mention dinner still isn't ready. So go on, tell me how your day went. Who did you speak to? How were your teachers? What did you do? Have you made any friends yet?"

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Mum."

"What? It's a Mother's duty to be nosy!"

"Fine, fine."

And I did exactly that.

Hinata made tea for the two of us as we sat down on the couches in the living room and I walked her through my day, somewhat edited of course. I told her how I became friends with Kaminari and Mineta, how I performed on the test, how the rest of my lessons went and how I had a fun break at lunch with everyone in my class.

And all she did was sit there, asking questions every now and then.

But she couldn't deny the smile on her face.

And in turn, it made me smile just as hard back.

"You know Sora, compared to the small child you were when we picked you up, you've really grown. I mean Gekko and I are proud, very proud, but U.A. is incredible. And we all believe in you, so don't be discouraged because you might have gotten a bad result," Hinata tried telling me. "There is nothing wrong with getting eighth! In life, there will be tons of people who are better than you. I'm glad that you've accepted that and seem to be working harder in your own ways to be better."

I rolled my eyes at her.

"Muum, stop thinking negatively," I moaned. "I did fine. Of course there are students better than me, I go to U.A. after all. They've worked even harder than I did to get into the course. Still, that doesn't mean I'm going to fall behind or anything. If I did that, I think I'd be a rubbish Hero, no?"

Hinata sighed at that.

"That's not true, Sora. We're proud regardless of what you do."

…

"Hehe, yeah. Anyways, I know its a bit early, but the festival is coming up soon in a few weeks, Mum. Are you sure you are going to be able to stomach going to watch it? Even for me."

The U.A. Sports Festival, on one hand I was excited to show my progress to everyone, as well as selling myself towards the top Pro Heroes on live television. On the other hand, it was just kids beating the shit out of each other.

"Ah! The Sports Festival! That reminds me, are we going to watch it live or at home?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"I don't know, it's only been the first day. I reckon when we get closer to the actual date they will sort all this out, anyway are you guys sure you want to come?" I asked, raising my brow at her. "Mum, you hate fighting. Chances are I'll get hurt. I don't want you to be worried about me because I got hurt in a fighting tournament - I'm no longer a kid, y'know! I'm going to be a Hero, I'll get into fights and shit."

She giggled at that as she ran her hand through my hair.

"I know, I know. But you will always be a child to me. That kid who wouldn't stop frowning until we forced him out of his hard shell," Hinata told me with a nostalgic smile. "No matter how old you get, you'll always be my child, got it? Even if we aren't related by blood. Some things transcend whatever blood ties may or may not exist. I may have not given birth to you, but I fed you and watched you grow. That's equally just as important."

Tsk.

"Can we-, Do we have to-, Can we not talk about her?" I whispered, pulling away from Hinata. I could still remember her face, her blonde-hair, and the look of pure hatred directed at me. "...Sorry. Just that you're right. You are my Mother. The only mother in my life that ever raised me, so that's fair. Just… You know… The U.A. Sports Festival isn't for the faint hearted. I don't even really want to participate but I'll be forced into it."

"We all want to cheer for you, Gekko, Miwa and me! We've planned to take that day off specifically so that we can cheer you on. SO you bet your Cloud ass that we are going to watch and cheer for you to win!"

I winced.

"You shouldn't be using language like that around kids."

"Oh please Sora, I've heard you play games with your friends. You've said some horrible stuff, I mean honestly," Oh god, that was even worse, and she knew that as Hinata smirked in response. "What is it with your fixation with your friends' mothers all the time, hm? Got something you want to explain to me? Maybe when you play your games online, you should tone your voice a little down. Remember that you live in a house with everyone else."

"...Yes, Mum."

Despite nearly being embarrassed, I still felt a warm tug on my heart as she lectured me on how to make a proper sandwich. This was my family, sure we weren't blood related but that wasn't why we were like this.

It was because of that.

"...Sora, you've spaced out again? Seriously, you're starting to make me worried. Are you okay? Do you have a fever? I'll call U.A. tomorrow and say you aren't feeling well, I bet it's the food you ate at lunch. Gr, who knew that Japan's top heroic school has less than serviceable food, although It would make sense-,"

Slam.

"I'm home! Urgh, these shoes are killing me!" Miwa yelled as she rushed into the living room looking all frustrated. "Hi Mum! Sora. How was your first day of high-school? Mine was pretty okay. Teachers all seemed annoying, though."

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

"Eh, it was mid. Sorta boring."

But Miwa rolled her eyes at my answer.

"Of course you'd call U.A. boring."

But before I could reply, my phone pinged me as I saw Kaminari send me a message.

"Er, sorry. Gotta' take this."

Miwa scoffed at me.

"Your new girlfriend?"

Tsk.

"I freakin' wish."

Kaminari: Yo dude

Kaminari: It's me

Kaminari: Denki Kaminari from school, Present Mic finally gave my phone back

Kaminari: Do you wanna play some games? I got every console and a PC

You: Yes I do remember you

You: And sure

You: Give me a few minutes

Kaminari: Okay let's goooooooo

"Speaking to a friend?" Hinata asked me curiously.

I nodded.

"Yeah. Kaminari, I told you that he sits next to me. I'm gonna go play games with him for a bit," I told her. "Er, for dinner, just knock on my door or something. I'll figure it out. And I'll try to keep my voice down, okay?"

"Fair enough, if you want I'll bring your dinner to you so you can eat and play?"

I shook my head in response to that.

"No, that's nasty. I'd never eat in my room, just tell me when it's done. I'll leave the game or something."

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Chapter

Nine

'Why can't females wear skin tight costumes at all times?'

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"Kyah!" I yelled at the screen, mashing the 'X' button on my controller as I heard Kaminari yelling obscenities through the microphone. We were also in a party with Denji, who I had invited once I saw he was online.

"Shit, fuck, shit - It's DPS phase!" Kaminari cursed.

"Ah! Come on Sora, clutch the strike for us!" Denji yelled.

I cracked a smile as I saw that my ultimate move was finally filled up, hitting both the triggers at the same time I gave a triumphant cry as I saw the enemies health slowly depleted to nothing.

"Fuck yeah man!" I yelled down the microphone as I spun around on my chair, taking a sip from my Cola. "Suck my dick, you stupid bitch! That's what I thought! Nothing can beat us, nothing will ever keep us down!"

"...Dude. We just beat the tutorial boss," Kaminari whispered through his microphone. "Remember, we have a whole motherfuckin' game waiting for us. Tsk. Why the hell did you convince me that playing an MMO was a good idea?"

"Hey! Denji told me it was a good game!"

"Yeah, it's fun. Glad I somewhat carried you two. If you're ever online and want to play it, just give me a shout, I'll jump on and help you out with a quest or something," Denji told us. "Anyway, I'm probably going to go now. I haven't eaten dinner yet, not to mention I got to get ready for school tomorrow. Unlike you two, I have to travel to a different city for mine. Nice meeting you, Kaminari"

"Nice meeting you too, bro!"

Click.

I yawned as I looked at the time.

Nine PM.

"Yo, you wanna' play another game?" I asked Kaminari. "What did you say you have installed?"

Funnily enough, me and Kaminari have totally opposite tastes in games. While I might have preferred more single player oriented games, Kaminari exclusively had multiplayer games. That was what led to me inviting Denji to our party and asking him for games the three of us could play - More specifically a free game on the store, most likely an MMO.

Luckily we found one, a simple modern fantasy MMO where you have to climb the 'One Hundred Floors of Hell'. It was basic, the reviews were unfavourable but we were having a good time.

"Hey man, I'm gonna save and log off. Getting kinda late, and I don't think Aizawa-sensei would be pleased if we turned up late tomorrow," Kaminari replied. "Plus my older brother is getting pissed off at me hogging all the WiFi. Don't think he would appreciate it if I played a little more while he can't even log in to play League, haha."

I hummed in response.

"Fair enough, fair enough. I'm tired as well. Alright then, in a bit," I replied. "See you tomorrow in school, bro."

"Yeah. Night."

Click.

I left the party, turning off my console as I yawned slightly and stretched my arms, my chair slightly wobbling while I did so. We had played for three and a half hours, the time currently being fifteen to ten. I was tired, craving for something sweet and my fingers were throbbing from all the button mashing I partook in.

But it was fun.

See that was the problem with MMO's, all you do is press the same buttons over and over again. Unlike RPGs like Monkey Hunter, or Tales of Dragon's which required you press multiple different buttons, MMO's had very boring combat!

I mean honestly who enjoys playing it. Not to mention the egregious payment model, I mean why would you purchase a subscription monthly for a game? In twelve months you would have already spent more money on it than the cost of a new game, standard edition, which begs the questions as to why do people play MMOs?

No, rather, why do humans instinctively crave to show off their created characters, decked out with the best and rarest gear the game has to offer. Sure their characters looked cool, but what was the point?

Eventually they would die and their character would be worthless.

Those people probably have spent more time in the game rather than wiping their ass, showing how far humanity had fallen. Or at least in my humble eyes, a soon to be Hero. Rewinding after the day of school I had was at first hard, I mean it was kind of a shit show.

I pissed a bunch of people off, made a few friends, and maybe got on my teacher's bad side.

All in all, it could have been worse.

It was like alert sounds were going off in my head about tomorrow, which thankfully I knew what the day was going to be about, or a portion of it at least. Battle training. I gulped, half scared and excited.

It was a prime opportunity to learn more about everyone's Quirks, and help to use them when we went to the USJ, which had just reminded me of something. How did the villains know where to go? As in, how did they know what day the class would appear with All Might to the USJ? If I remember correctly, wasn't there supposed to be an incident at school with some reporters that allowed the villains to sneak in and steal the information.

Heh.

If I played my cards right, I could catch them during the act - Capturing them and thus foiling their plan, meaning USJ would go as planned for our class. No one would be hurt, no one would die and more importantly I'd be a Hero. I whistled slightly, the corners of my mouth twitching upright. I could imagine the headlines, a front page news report!

'Young schoolboy takes down villains single handedly!'

'New U.A. prodigy deals with villains who infiltrated the school!'

'Meet the student who stopped a villain attack by himself!'

The amount of popularity I would gain from it would make everything easier, I mean it would boost me to stardom pretty much. Psh, who cares about the son of Endeavour, or an explosive blonde boy with an attitude. Or even the successor to All Might.

Not when they were too busy focusing on me!

Hah, none of them would be able to touch me.

"Hahaha," I laughed, I would become the overlord of Class 1A. No more 'monster trio', no it would be the 'monster' of Class 1A. "Think of all the freakin' hot girls I can get! The money! The amount of cool games and cars I'd be able to buy! Hell yeah, that sounds sick!

Sora Yamazaki!

Flying across his room!

Huh-,

Why am I flying in my room? My chair tipped backwards and before I could even register it-,

Thud.

My head hit the floor with a resounding sound, probably my shouts of pain and the smacking sound it made. Curse you Japanese flooring! Oh well, at least my room wasn't a tatami mat, I shuddered to think about what would have happened if it was. Thankfully, Hinata and Gekko weren't much for tradition. For the most part...

"Oi kid," I heard Gekko shout from the living room. "Are you good there?"

No, I am currently not good.

Thanks for asking.

I yawned.

I was so late, so god damn late to school. Half an hour. I already missed homeroom, and judging by the time I was going to miss a few minutes of the first period as well. I gritted my teeth as I walked faster to school, why do trains always never arrive on time? Either they arrive early, or they arrive late.

Everyone always talks about how fast Japanese trains are.

But never in this city.

Especially in a city like Musutafu, where the majority of people commute by train.

Cars were way too expensive, and why ride a bicycle when there are chances of a random villain attacks, to me it just sounds stupid. What if the rider got flung through a building, at least with a car or train you have an outer shell so to speak to protect you, on a bicycle the only protection you would have is a prayer to whatever deity you worshipped. Not to mention, the atmosphere riding on the train was unmatched in my opinion.

I mean just the scenery, the people you meet and not to mention the sounds it makes when it rains is perfect for when listening to music. It can help truly provide some creative scenes, like me defeating villains one by one, with my Nimbus having not only grown in size but multiplied allowing me the ability to lift up the entire city as each citizen cheers me on as I unleash a mighty roar, purging the world of evil like the Hero one thousand years ago once more.

Sigh.

As Gekko says, dreaming is free.

Unfortunately, I have a habit of dreaming a bit too much, especially to not worry about what Aizawa-sensei is going to do to my asshole when I walk in nearly forty minutes late.

Five minutes? Understandable.

Ten minutes? Pushing it a little, but manageable.

But thirty seven minutes? What was going to be my excuse? I 'rescued a cat from a tree?' All he has to do is look at my allergies and see that I'm allergic to cat fur. I helped a granny walk across the road? Yeah, I'd help them on the way to the cemetery so I can get my inheritance more like.

Oh would you look at that, it's now thirty eight minutes.

Thanks for reminding me Shiri.

Panting, I eventually reached the familiar campus. The guards took one look at me and snorted.

"Name?" One of them asked. I blinked. Did I already have fans? "I said name, we need to check the register. Name, class and homeroom teacher." Oh, that made more sense. I mean, it's not like Japan's best school for Heroics is going to allow anybody to enter the campus, right?

"Sora Yamazaki, Class 1A and Shota Aizawa," I replied. "...Mind if ya' hurry up? I'm in a bit of a rush."

"Maybe you shouldn't show up to your second day at school late."

You think?!

Fucking bastard.

It took another precious minute as the guard hummed the theme song to Doreamon, or what I hoped was Doreamon.

"All right, you're clear to go," The guard said as he handed me a small sticker. "Give this to your teacher, they will mark you as late and not count it as an unauthorised absence. Next time do try to get here on time."

I frowned, it wasn't my fault! It was the train's fault! After trying to defend myself, the guard simply shooed me away.

"Yeah, yeah. That's what they all say, kid. Get to your lessons."

Walking through the empty hallways made me nervous, luckily the security check had only taken about a minute or two which meant I had barely passed the forty minute threshold. I suppose that wasn't too bad, forty was a nice and round, even number which if I played my cards right, could allow me to come off as highly superstitious and thus avoid getting shouted at by Aizawa for being lazy.

I sighed.

Jeez, the door was rather comically large. I could hear the excited chatter behind the door, mustering up my courage. I went to reach for the door handle but paused midway. Now here was the thing, if I came in apologising it would make me seem like a good guy, but it would affect the image I had painted yesterday of the delinquent.

While it would score some points with the more honest faction of the class for adhering to my promise yesterday, it would also alienate the more critical thinkers of my class who would be highly suspicious of my actions, I mean I did promise to take this seriously and the very next day I decided to waltz in forty one-, no forty two minutes late.

I would be seen as untrustworthy.

Likewise, if I stuck with the delinquent image I'd offend more students but overall come across as a guy... Yeah that was about it. My image in this class was important after all. I was only the second day, I really didn't want to alienate myself-,

"Thinking about something?" A highly amused voice asked from behind me. "Mind sharing?"

"AH!" I screamed loudly. Oi, oi, oi! That can't have been a ghost right? No way, there weren't ghosts in U.A., it was a school of heroes. B-, But what if it was the ghosts of students who didn't graduate a part of my brain told me? "Er… Hello? You a ghost?"

"Unfortunately, I'm not a ghost," An amused Aizawa replied. Crap, looks like he caught me already. "Go in, class has already started. Oh and you have a detention after school today, whoever thought it was rational to arrive late on the second day of school deserves to be punished. You and your class need better role models."

Well, my past life was slightly my role model, as in I'm doing everything I thought was cool but never did before. Well, I was lazy in my previous life. But I don't think I was cool when doing it, just wasting my potential.

Though I never really was a delinquent.

I wonder how that came into play.

"What are you waiting for, the grass to grow greener? Get in," Aizawa lectured me, pushing me into the class quite forcibly. "And make sure you apologise. The class was held up because of your truancy."

Suddenly the entire room stopped talking as all eyes came upon me.

"Haha..." I started, trailing off in the end, rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment. "Yo, sorry I'm late. Train was a pain to get. Hehe. So… Uh… You guys alright? Yeah? No? Okay, I'll shut up now."

Iida looked downright furious, or what I perceived to be fury, Izuku looked timid as ever, Bakugo clicked his teeth as he stared murder at me, Todoroki glanced cooly at me, Jiro and Momo both shook their heads at my antics and Kaminari gave me a thumbs up-,

Why are you giving me a thumbs up?!

"Well the entire class is now here!" A booming voice said. Right next to me was the hulking form of Toshinori Yagi, All Might in his spandex costume and all. Oh right, All Might was my teacher. "Do not fret, young Yamazaki! Even I have trouble with trains! Haha, it is understandable especially in such a busy city like Musutafu! Just be careful next time, a Hero must always arrive exactly on time!"

How could I forget?

All Might was our freakin' teacher.

"Let's begin today's lesson on Heroics!" He enthusiastically said.

Wait shit... did I turn off my computer at home?

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We were back in the changing rooms.

This time Kaminari, Mineta and I were off in the corner.

"Man, I can't believe you came to school that late!" Mineta said, stars in his eyes. "You're like... so cool. Perfect mixture of laziness and bad-boy attitude which is going to make you a chick magnet."

I sighed.

"I wish..." I whispered, "Instead all I get are glares and hot chicks telling me to take this shit seriously. I don't think delinquent type's are popular. At least not with the girls I'd be interested in. Maybe whores."

"Hey! Don't disrespect whores!"

"Mineta. You've never met a whore."

"Yeah, but I love them!"

"...Why?"

"Because they're whores!"

"Mineta. Shut up."

"Still Sora, you didn't seem surprised that All Might is our teacher?" Kaminari said. "It's like you already knew he was our teacher. What's up with that? I was looking forward to seeing you freak out or something."

From the corner of my eyes I could see Izuku's ears perking up at that as he not so subtly glanced my way.

I frowned, way to go, Kaminari.

"Mate I was surprised, it just still hasn't hit me that All Might is our teacher ya' know," I easily lied, clearing all suspicion of me as Izuku's attention wavered to his costume. Ha. It looked like a stupid green rabbit, and I couldn't help myself from snorting.

"Something funny?" Mineta asked, putting on his own costume. I couldn't hold it as I bent over, laughing probably like a mad man. "Sora? You good, man?"

Jeez, these people's costumes were stupid as hell. I mean a diaper?

"Yamazaki! U.A. students shouldn't be laughing at our fellow Heroes costumes!" Iida said in his Transformer looking suit of armour, making me laugh hard enough for tears to start coming out. "...You're mocking me, aren't you?"

"Yeah, yeah. Got it," I managed to say between laughs as I regained my composure. The sight of Bakugo's gauntlets however left a permanent smile on my face, causing him to scowl even more. "What the fuck is that-, Haha. Oh my God, all your costumes are wank. Who the fuck allowed you all to design them."

"Tch. Wanna say that again, you shitty could watcher?"

..

"Cloud watcher...?" I asked in confusion. "Is that supposed to be a reference to my Quirk?"

"I think he sees you as a friend," Kaminari tried explaining to me, but judging from Bakugo's face that was not the case. "It's cute, don't you think? Like a little pet name or something. Are you two dating?!"

I felt a grin come to my face as Bakugo stood there in silence.

He was beyond pissed.

"Oh, well then It's only fair I give him a nickname back. As my pookie bear, of course. Kacchan looks to be taken, so how about Kaplosion? You know for his first name, and his Quirk?"

In a fit of anger Bakugo raised his hands, but decided to lower them as he stormed out the changing rooms muttering something about 'killing me'. Izuku was quivering in his boots quite literally.

"Y-, Yamazaki-san, maybe you s-shouldn't antagonise K-Kacchan like that., I shrugged my shoulders at the green rip off All Might who looked like a single breeze would knock him out. This was Izuku Midoriya? The man who would become the greatest Hero ever? "K-K-Kacchan get's really scary when you annoy him like that."

"He called me a cloud watcher, I mean what kinda name is that?"

"Mmh, I can kinda see it though," Kaminari interjected. "Like I don't know, you just look like you'd enjoy watching clouds. I mean only lazy people do that, right?"

"Oh yes, cloud watching when thinking about the girls stepping on me-,"

I flicked Mineta in the face, shutting him up.

"Get your S&M fetishes outta here man. Anyway, couldn't he have gone for something more, I don't know, creative? I mean he surely went out there with his costume, grenade gauntlets and all, is it too hard to expect that level of creativity for insults?"

Kaminari nodded his head slightly.

"I guess. But what else was he gonna call you? Not like he's known you for long."

Eh, fair enough.

"Oh!" Mineta shouted, waving his hands in the air excitedly. "What about 'Chick magnet'?"

…Was I only a chick magnet in this guy's head?!"

"Vetoed. What about Scloudy?" Kaminari asked.

I looked at him blankly.

Scloudy?

That sounded like a STD. 'Oh sorry sir, you spent too much time at the strip club and now you have contracted Scloudy.'

"Absolutely not."

"Scloudy it is!"

I shook my head in response, cracking my knuckles in annoyance.

"Call me Scloudy and I crack your skull."

"Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy!" Kaminari sang to me as he ran around the mostly empty changing rooms. Mineta eventually joined in, although rather hesitantly as he maintained quite a distance from the blonde dunce. "Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy!"

…

I felt my eyes twitch at that as I tried to ignore them and get changed in peace.

"Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy! Scloudy!"

Eventually, they both shut up.

Much to my happiness.

Especially more so when I tripped Kaminari up, causing him to hit his head on the wooden bench.

"Scloudy this. Bitch," I said in amusement as he rubbed his head in pain. "I do think it's time we should get into our costumes. Don't know if All Might will appreciate us joking around like this, but he seems far more relaxed than Aizawa at the very least."

Midoriya hummed at that.

"You really don't like Aizawa-sensei, do you?"

"It's not that I don't like him. But… Well, he was a bit of a prick to me yesterday," I replied hesitantly. "And I have a bad history with teachers that treat me like shit. I'd rather not start a fight with a teacher if I can help it, after all we did just start attending this school. Hopefully we just started on the wrong foot, you know?"

"...I see."

Midoriya then left the changing room in contemplative silence.

Hm.

"Hey man, you've barely gotten in your costume!" Kaminari stated as he looked at my closed briefcase. "Are you afraid or anything? We're all basically done."

To be frank, I was scared. What if they got my design wrong? Well I wasn't the most fashionable person, but even I couldn't pull off an absolute train wreck. At first I really did want to go all out, but decided against it. Simple is better, especially in my case. I opened up my briefcase and grinned.

"Get out, I'm changing."

"But you just watched us change no problem-," Kaminari protested before I punched him lightly.

"Oh, I'm going to look so epic man. Don't want to spoil the surprise."

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It was a baggy white Yakuta jacket with black stripes on each side of it being open.

The material was soft, soft enough that it wouldn't add extra weight to me when flying in the air. Underneath it was a simple black vest, made up of lightweight material that really was lightweight. Around my neck were a pair of white goggles, functioning to protect my eyes while I was flying - Something I realised I sorely needed during the entrance exam.

Grey cargo trousers and some black boots to finish off my look. However, it wasn't over just yet - no, I had one more surprise waiting for me at the bottom of the suitcase. I looked halfway between a fearless samurai of old mixed with streetwear from the current period, a mixture of a past that no longer existed and the current day.

Light blue fingerless gloves, made from a strand of my hair which theoretically should allow me to store some of my Quirk in it. Or at least that was my thoughts. I put them on and grinned to myself, I looked really fucking cool.

They really outdid themselves.

Where did my Quirk go? Simply put, once I asked my doctor all those years ago about my Quirk they struggled to come up with a definitive answer, but as my Quirk looked eerily similar to my hair they came up with the idea that it came from my body.

Or something along those lines, which was why my Nimbus looked like my hair.

That then got me thinking, my Nimbus was stored away for most of the time. But in an emergency situation, would I be able to summon and use Nimbus fast enough to make a difference?

Thus the gloves.

If the gloves were made up of my hair, a part of me, then surely I could put some of my Nimbus to be permanently stored in the gloves, allowing me to draw from them in a pinch. However this only worked if my Quirk worked as the doctor theorised, if not the gloves would just be a cool aesthetic I suppose.

"C'mon, work, work," I whispered as I summoned Nimbus, drawing some small strands from it as I wrapped it around the glove, making it seem as if the glove was a cloud itself moving and everything. "Huh… Neat."

I waited a few moments, making sure it was wrapped around both gloves tightly as I returned Nimbus to wherever it went, and to my surprise it worked! I could feel two small Nimbuses from my gloves as I played around with them, making small daggers or sharp brass knuckles to some success.

I grinned.

Oh yeah, this was totally going to allow me to fight dirty. I walked out the changing room with a grin as I saw Jiro and Kaminari were waiting for me, Mineta staring at Yaoyorozu's costume, or lack thereof.

"Woah..." Jiro said to me as Kaminari gave me a thumbs up. "Sora… Neat costume."

"Hey guys, check out Yamazaki's costume!" Kirishima shouted. "You look super manly dude, like a samurai or something. All that's missing is a sword."

Well it was based on some samurai garb I unlocked in a game once, so he wasn't far off.

Yaoyorozu nodded at Kirishima's shout as she went on to explain in more detail about my designs.

"I see. It looks like you based your costume on traditional Bakumatsu garb for samurai at the time," Yaoyorozu said, humming as I tried my hardest not to stare at her boobs. That was wrong. "Impressive, although I suppose it is a touch ironic considering your attitude is about as far away from being honourable as possible… Ugh-, N-No offence of course!"

I laughed at her, shaking my head in response.

"Nah, it's fine. You're not wrong. I sorta' chose this outfit cause maybe I can grow into it, you know?" I replied with a wistful smile. "I mean we have three years to become Heroes. Chances are, I'll change my costume a lot. But I'd like to at least remember this, you know? The start of something new."

Kaminari slapped my back as he made a bad joke about clouds and samurai, but I wasn't paying attention. No, rather I was trying to avoid the stare of death Bakugo was trying to give me. Honestly, he was just a ball of rage. While that wasn't a bad thing per se, I could tell we would probably never get along.

We were opposites, or rather I pissed him off and he pissed me off as I grinned at him, trying to provoke him.

I never said I was a saint.

"Uhm, students listen up," All Might began, telling us all about the battle trial exercise. I stopped listening near the beginning, deciding to stare at the sky for a bit. I knew what would happen, 'Too many questions' and someone talking about a cape or something.

I knew about the specifics of the trial. Heroes try to get the bomb while the villains try to defend the bomb from them. Blah, blah, blah, blah. So annoying... you would think he's in heat or something with the level of excitement All Might displayed.

Or maybe I was just hearing something?

Either way, I found a different meaning entirely for 'Plus Ultra'.

We drew lots to decide the teams, unfortunately I got the pleasure of being in the closing battle, paired up with nobodies… I mean who the hell is Koji Koda? Was he even in cannon? I frankly don't remember him.

Either way, we were versing Yuga Aoyama, or cape man as I called him, and Pinky. Yep. Pinky, also known as Mina Ashido. I tried to stay clear of her, she looked quite scary as she cheerfully waved at me and tried to start up a conversation with me.

"Hiya! You're Sora, right?"

"Er…" I tried not to stare at her perky ass. "Yes?"

You never know who to trust, especially female's in skin tight clothing. I mean, not to be a pervert or anything, but our class was blessed with the, ahem, female populace. A glance at Mineta and Kaminari showed that they agreed with my statement, but unlike me they lacked the finesse not to stare directly at them.

Idiots.

Just because they were hot did not give us the right to just stare!

But it wasn't just the three of us who were trying their hardest not to stare, even Midoriya was somewhat torn on staring at Uraraka's face or her arse. I couldn't blame him to be fair. I mean honestly, whoever designed their costumes deserved a goddamned pay rise. Simply genius, skin tight costumes with the female body-,

No, that sounded rather perverse. I'm not a pervert, I'm a feminist.

Damn.

Why'd I have to be paired with Koda?

No offence to the guy, but all he did was shyly wave at me.

Anyway, the battle trials started. First up, to no surprise, was Izuku Midoriya, Ochako Uraraka against Tenya Iida and Katsuki Bakugo.

Jeez, I could feel the damn tension a mile away. I glanced at our teacher, who looked seemingly unaware at the shit show that was going to go down. Should I intervene... nah. The fight was entertaining from what I remember, so why not watch it again but up close. Also, it was some good character growth... or just growth in general from what I remembered.

Somewhat.

Plus what the fuck was I gonna' do?!

Pluuuuuus, I kinda was tired.

If I did intervene it would be a pain, not to mention I had my own battle coming up. Koji Koda. He was tall, a lot taller than me, had pale skin and a weird head. To me, it looked like a rock. Just a big rock. Was he even in canon? I had no clue, but whatever, he was in Class 1A, he was in my class.

"Yo," I greeted him properly with a wave. "Guess we are teammates. Heh. Nice to meet you!"

He looked at me and panicked slightly, as he just waved at me in response.

Oh, right!

I remember him now!

He was the shy kid in Class 1A that controlled pigeons or something.

"Ah, not a fan of talking right?" I asked him. He nodded. Alright, well I slightly remembered him which was a good sign. However, we did have a massive communication problem. "Cool, well I'm Sora Yamazaki. If ya' want you can call me Sora, I was never one for tradition or something."

A loud explosion cut me off as the whole room rumbled slightly, the ground shaking. I sighed. Bakugo couldn't control his anger for one minute?!

It was a nice team bonding moment!

"Anyways," I continued. "As I was saying, we are partners for this fight. So, if you want we can discuss strategy as the villains as to where the bomb will be placed and any counters to our opponents."

Another explosion caused the room to shake, once again pissing me off. From the corner of my eye I could see the rest of the class's eyes glued to the screen, and All Might looking constipated as he wondered whether he should stop the fight or not.

"Damn it, fucking explosion bastard ruining everything," I complained rather loudly. "I have half a mind to go and strangle that fucking cunt right now. Tsk. Bitch."

Some people looked amused at my antics, while All Might gave me a stern eye that translated to 'Language young man.' I wasn't even that foul mouthed, and how the hell did Bakugo get away with calling people 'bastards' every few seconds?!

The power of plot armour, I swear.

"Uhm, I don't mind defending the bomb," Koda unexpectedly said. Huh? He spoke? I thought he was mute. "Y-you can go and draw the others away. And if needed, we can switch positions since you can fly using your Quirk."

"...Fair enough. If that's what you want, I don't mind being the attack villain or something while you defend the bomb. Sounds like a good plan. Pinky over there shoots acid right, so I wanna see if my Nimbus can block it. And belly button-laser beam over there seems like he's only good at long ranges, for a short amount of time. If you can use your Quirk, pigeons right, to distract him then I'll be able to catch them off guard. Simple plan, no?"

Koda nodded in response.

Huh. Neat.

I gave a sigh of relief. That was one thing done and dusted.

Now, as to where to put the bomb… Probably at the highest floor, I don't think Ashido can climb up walls, and Aoyama wouldn't use his laser to fly up, it's way too high up and would give him a tummy ache.

Which means I can fly out of the window and attack them as they go up the stairs. I smirked, it would be over very quickly.

Just in time too as I saw Izuku give everything he had to the one punch that destroyed the ceiling, allowing Uraraka to easily touch the bomb. I grinned at the sight of Midoriya's victory, that dangerous bastard.

He just had to one up every person here no matter what.

"Heroes win!" All Might shouted, causing the rest of the class to cheer slightly. Midoriya was sent to the nurse, as expected, and All Might asked the class who was the MVP. Both me and Yaoyorozu raised our hands. "Yamazaki, would you mind if Yaoyorozu goes first?"

I shrugged my shoulders in response.

Yaoyorozu quickly explained how Iida was the 'Man of the Match' as he acted the most villainous, not to mention was smart when fighting, unlike Bakugo and Midoriya who used flashy ranged attacks inside a small building, or Uraraka whose strategy was reckless.

Eh, I could understand what she meant, but I heavily disagreed.

"Bakugo was the best player out there," I said, causing a lot of heads to turn towards me. Even All Might himself was surprised. "Sure he used large ranged attacks inside a small building, but he's the villain right? Isn't he supposed to stall the Hero's for as long as possible, even if it means destroying property. Not to mention, his egotistical act of just targeting Midoriya was perfect, to me it truly felt real."

Naturally, I was being half sarcastic, but Bakugo did impress me. The stupid idiot looked cool, and if he didn't remind me, or well of me, we would probably be best friends...

Ha, in my dreams.

That demented bastard was too loud in the mornings to be friendly with.

Still, Bakugo's attacks were the most impressive.

And while he lost to Midoriya in a battle of wits, he overall did the most damage and pushed the Heroes into trying an unorthodox method of winning. It was an entertaining match. All Might agreed with some of what I was saying, but said that he thought Iida was the MVP of that match.

"Young Iida's adaptability during the match is worth noting, on the field you need to be adaptable to any situation, not to mention he developed a counter strategy to his opponent, which despite it in the end not working out, was effective for a short period of time."

I shrugged my shoulders. Fair enough, not to slight Iida in any way. He did give a solid performance.

Next was Shoto Todoroki and Mezo Shoji against Mashirao Ojiro and Toru Hagakure. It was about as one note as I remembered, with Todoroki just freezing up everyone in the building. It was an ice-cold move that made me kinda sad. He didn't even allow the others to move, it was just as easy as breathing. Well I suppose that's the son of the number two hero for you.

Next up was Fumikage Tokoyami, the frog girl Asui against Kirishima and tape-man. This was easily the fight I cared least about as I walked over to Kaminari and Jiro, who were discussing tactics.

"Oh, and how are we gonna target Yaoyorozu?" I heard Kaminari ask Jiro, who asked how far he could expel his electricity. On the other side, Yaoyorozu was trying to talk to Mineta, who was er, looking elsewhere apart from her face. Either she was incredibly stupid for not noticing, or incredibly strong for not caring.

Either way, it brought a chuckle out of me.

"So man," Kaminari asked me. "Who do you think is gonna win?"

"Well I hope you and Jiro win, it would be embarrassing if you didn't. But Mineta looks like a pretty hardcore counter to you guys, all he has to do is throw some sticky balls and you're trapped. And Yayorozu has a Quirk that seems unfair, wait actually - it is unfair. Although I'd say it depends on your teamwork. Whoever works together better I think is gonna win."

Jiro snorted.

"So you think I can't work with this idiot well enough to win?" She asked me. "Don't underestimate me, Sora. We both got into this school. And while you got into fights constantly, that doesn't mean I'm weak or anything."

"Nah, I didn't say that. I said if the other team works together well enough, like a machine gun that shoots his balls or something, then maybe you guys are screwed as you can't counter that. But if you two work together, to form like a lightning mega-shockwave or something, It'll be easy."

Jiro snorted once again, rolling her eyes at me.

"Lighting mega-shockwave? How did you pass Science?"

Kaminari protested with me as he defended it saying it sounded cool.

"See, he gets it," I replied with a smirk. "I guess you're just not cool enough to hang out with us and get good ideas, Jiro. Don't worry. You and your shitty taste in music can go fuck itself in a corner or something."

Kaminari hummed at that.

"Say, Sora… What music do you like?"

"Rap."

Kaminari grinned heavily at that, wrapping him arm around my neck.

"Yeah? Who's your favourite rapper?"

"Kendrick."

"Kendrick? Dude, he's my favourite too!" Kaminari told me excitedly. "Him, Cole and Carti are too cold, man. Have you seen the Hawks edits with them?! Man, I wish when I become a sick Hero I get those types of edits."

"Dude. It's Kendrick, Kanye and Uzi. They're the three greatest," I told him plainly. "Cole is decent but Carti is shit. Can't believe I'm friends with a Carti fan. Ew. Dude, stop hugging me, you freakin' cunt."

"Hey! Carti's sick! Uzi sucks balls!"

"Nuh-uh!"

"Uh-huh!"

Jiro snorted as she poked both me and him.

"You two are both idiots, if it wasn't for the hair, I'd call you twins or something," Jiro replied with a sigh. "And both of you have shit taste in music. Firstly, Radiohead and The Cure are way better. Secondly, rap sucks. And thirdly, you both suck."

I frowned at her.

"Oi, oi. Haven't you realised? We are brothers, we were just separated by birth. That's why I'm adopted," I joked. "Don't be mean, Kyoka. She's such a bully isn't she? Bully Kyoka. Has a nice ring to it too."

Kaminari blinked in response, however.

"Your adopted, dude?"

I nodded.

"Whoa man, I'm the same as you," Kaminari replied with a strained smile. Huh? "Yeah man, I'm adopted like you as well. I never knew my parents. Luckily my foster family is basically blood related to me, I've known them my entire life. They are my family."

I nodded.

I understood what he meant.

"Wow, I was joking," Jiro said with a small grin. "What are the odds of that, huh…"

Kaminari and I laughed at her expression. "Who knows," I started.

"Maybe we are brothers?" Kaminari finished.

The previous battle finally ended, which meant it was time to see their fight unfold. Kaminari and Jiro waved me goodbye as they walked to their battle ground. They had it in the bag, I felt it. The battle started out just Like I expected, meaning it went very wrong very quickly. Mineta somehow got the idea to try to latch on Yaoyorozu, something that both made me laugh and feel bad for her.

Really, did Mineta forget there were camera's or something?

What an idiot.

After a short scolding, where Mineta looked totally like a dog, he eventually stopped. Before he realised he would actually have to fight and started to panic, throwing his balls everywhere. Luckily, one of the balls flew out the room, and unlucky for Kaminari, it hit him just as he managed to get up the stairs.

He panicked as his foot was stuck to the floor, Jiro's eyes widening comically as she rushed to try to pull it off, before her hand got attached to the ball thus making her also stuck. At that point I burst into laughter, not believing what my eyes were displaying to me.

Mineta somehow managed to win the match, just by accident and the actions of the two biggest idiots I know. After All Might announced the winners, and Mineta helped unstick his balls, I grinned at the bright red face of Jiro.

"Guess we disappointed you, huh?" Kaminari asked me.

I shook my head.

"Disappointed? Hell no, that was a comedy act. Perfect." I

replied, causing Jiro to hit me slightly on the arm.

"That's not funny. We failed. And because of him!" Jiro shouted, glaring at Minea who whistled innocently. "I can't believe I lost to him! It'd be okay if I lost to you, Sora. But him! Do you know how embarrassing that is?!"

"...It's not that bad. He's stronger than you."

Jiro looked ready to murder me right then and there.

"Shut up, Sora. I'll kick your shins."

"I think Mineta might like that. He seems into BDSM. And so are you, Jiro."

"Uh, I'm surrounded by perverts."

I snorted at her comment, wagging my fingers at her.

"Nope. I'm not a pervert, I'm just a feminist," I told her with a grin. "If anything, I think that you're the pervert here, Jiro. Got anything you want to share with the class? Maybe your search history or something."

"Just... just go," Jiro said, pointing at the door - But even she couldn't hide her smile. "And please don't lose, if you lose after our match we would be doing our middle school a disservice."

I shrugged my shoulders at that.

"Why do I care about our Middle School? Wasn't I the 'Devi' of Class E' to those cunts? Fuck em'."

"GO!" She said, pushing me to the door. "And don't lose, Sora. Just win. Got it?!"

"Fine, fine."

---

I looked around to try and find my teammate, but Koda was already at the building. Oh. I was late. I looked sheepishly at All Might who waved at me, though I could see that the teacher was somewhat annoyed at the proceedings.

Oh right.

He has a time limit.

I forgot.

"Sorry about that, Sensei," I apologise sincerely, rubbing the back of my head in embarrassment. Oops. "I guess I just lost track of time. Er, let's just try and get this fight started or something. It won't happen again!"

"Don't worry about it, Young Yamazaki! You're in your youth, but you should be mindful of your time management skills, it's important for a hero to know when to move," All Might told me with a massive grin. "It warms my heart to see your class has settled in and begun to be friends with one another so quickly! Haha, you all remind me of my own class when I was your age!"

"Huh. What happened to your friends?"

"They… Well… That's a story for another time! Just give it your all, Young Yamazaki!"

Hm.

Makes sense.

All For One probably killed all them judging by the look on All Might's face.

Damn.

I grinned at the sour expression Bakugo had, which didn't get a rise out of him. Mineta saluted me as I winked at Jiro who rolled her eyes at my antics. Kaminari gave me another thumbs up as Yayorozu nodded at me confidently… Was she trying to flirt with me? God I hope so. And Todoroki was as cold as ever, but he looked interested. Maybe to me? Nah, I wasn't that popular.

I waved at the class, snickering slightly as I walked towards the building.

I certainly was an egoist, cocky and confident.

Oh, and I was going to win. We waited patiently for the battle to begin. I was camped outside a window, sitting on the windowsill as I awaited for the horns to blare, signifying the hero team had started. We were right at the top. Koda had managed to call his pigeons, but also some other animals to be stationed at the stairs to tell him if anything went wrong.

The horns rang through the building, making me grin.

Show time.

I waved at Koda before jumping out of the window, the soft cushiony Nimbus breaking my fall not even two seconds later. I was hovering on my Nimbus for a few seconds before circling around the building once. They worked fast since I didn't see them entering the building, meaning they were already inside. Now, if I was a Hero, I would have gone for the stealthy response.

But I was a villain right now.

I flew to the nearest window on the second floor, smashing it open before walking in and running to the nearest staircase. No, they weren't here. Which meant they were probably on the other side. Even if I ran using my Quirk, I wouldn't get there in time, it was too far of a distance, not to mention I'd probably get lost.

I sighed.

Looks like I was going to go back up to Koda, regroup and think of a different plan.

I turned around to go back to the window as I heard some muttering coming from below.

"Do you think Yamazaki is going to rush us? He seems versatile?" A feminine voice asked.

"Maybe, but as if he could be more fabulous than moi!" A familiar voice replied. "We'll beat him together, Mina!"

Ha, I got them. I camped at the side of the staircase as I transformed my Nimbus from a flying cloud to a giant Cloudy, floating fist. It was hidden as I waited, hearing them walk up the stairs.

"Maybe we should try to go from the outside?" Ashido offered. "You know, catch them by surprise or something."

"Hm, it sounds interesting-," Yuga Aoyama said as he entered my sight.

My Cloud Fist launched forward as it hit him unexpectedly, making him fly backwards through entire walls. Ashido didn't know how to react as I rushed forward and threw a punch at her. Unfortunately, she dodged as she ran and threw some acid my way.

However, I was prepared.

PLEASEWORKPLEASEWORKPLEASEWORK-,

I raised my hands as I drew from the Nimbus parts in my gloves, making a sort of shield.

PLEASEWORKPLEASEWORKPLEASEWORK-,

Judging by her shocked expression, and the fact that my skin didn't feel like it was on fire, it meant I was fine. I changed the right part of my shield into some Cloud spikes as I swung at her, but she dodged once again. She was very flexible, judging by the fact she was able to do flips around me.

But I had another trick up my sleeve, I called back my Nimbus fist and changed it to a whip.

"...A whip?"

"Well, I do like Indiana Jones."

"Hm. More of a Star Wars fan."

"Star Wars is shit."

"You take that back, Sora!"

I grinned at her.

"Ha, try to dodge this."

I lunged at her, trying to whip her which missed at first, however her grin fell when in mid air it suddenly changed directions and managed to capture her left leg. I slammed her into the ground with as much force as I could. I had won-,

Suddenly, I found myself lunging forward, as if I was blasted from behind, my head crashing on the ground in a very awkward position.

Crunch.

Damn, I could feel the blood pouring out of my nose now, it was definitely broken judging by the crunch. I turned around to see Aoyama there, smiling at me as he flung his cape around. Was he... was he for real?

In a fight?

Ashido managed to get up, and I tried to look for the whip, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Where was it?!

"Your whip thingy disappeared after you were hit," Ashido said. What? I summoned Nimbus again, and it was in its original form, not the whip. "...I think when you were hit, your Quirk disappeared. Did you not know that?"

I groaned.

Sure, let's find out more about Quirk during battle.

That meant whenever I was hit directly, my Quirk would disappear. Probably because my concentration, or attention, had shifted away from Nimbus. Shit. I just lost the one advantage I had. Two against one, they were unfavourable odds. Especially since they could use their Quirks, which could keep me at bay if used together.

But if I ran now, by the time I would get to Koda, he probably would have already been attacked.

Shit!

My own arrogance was my downfall. I thought I could easily handle these two, and here I was, with a massive disadvantage about my Quirk. But, that didn't mean I couldn't counter it. I just had to grit my teeth through the pain and not lose focus, not lose my concentration over my Nimbus.

"Heh," I managed to say. "You guys are pretty good."

Ashido giggled, while Aoyama flung his cape backwards once again.

"Of course! We won't lose today!"

"Are you sure about that?" I asked with a grin. "How about you try this!"

If they could fight me head on together using their eyes, what would happen if I took away their eyes? My Nimbus expanded as it flew towards their heads, latching to their eyes like a pair of sunglasses.

I grinned. Now I could take them down.

But not alone.

"KODA," I yelled as loud as I could. "SEND SOME PIGEONS TO HELP ME!"

I rushed towards Ashido, pinning her to the ground before tying her arms up with my right glove Nimbus, she was effectively out. Even as she struggled to fight back, it was futile as that was one opponent down.

But, tying them up required more attention than stopping Aoyama's eyesight.

I narrowly dodged a naval laser from him as I held Ashido in front of me, using her as a hostage.

"Use your laser, and I use her as a shield," I simply said, causing the blonde boy to pause. "Yeah, it's sort of easy being a villain. All you have to do is just be more of a bastard, well for me that's not too hard. Don't worry, Ashido. It won't hurt. Probably."

But before Aoyama could reply, a bunch of pigeons came from outside the window, flapping around Aoyama, causing his concentration to break away from me. I dropped Ashido to the ground as I ran to Aoyama and tackled him to the ground, resulting in a thud.

He struggled to get me off him as he fired his naval laser, hitting me near my stomach area multiple times over. God, that fucking hurt! I head-butted him, resulting in a crunch as it managed to get him to stop firing his lasers.

Hopefully he wouldn't hate me for this as I used my left glove filled with Nimbus to tie his hands up.

I sighed as I gave a thumbs up to the pigeons. Koda really came through. I should thank him at lunch time. Maybe even buy him a cookie or something… I bet he would like that. I know I freakin' would - But hey, who knows.

Currently however, I was severely tired. Ow. My stomach hurts like hell, just how much do those lasers pack? The sudden proclamation that villains had won made me smile slightly, but my pain reminded me that I almost failed.

I was a massive idiot, I tried to fight two fighters alone.

That wasn't very smart.

I even relegated Koda to just protecting the bomb, probably because I thought his shyness was a liability, and then I had to rely on him in the end. If it wasn't for him, Aoyama would have hit me with his laser, and would have been able to have freed Ashido since my Nimbus tying up her hands would have disappeared and flown back to my gloves.

What a fucking idiot I am.

Note to self: Never try to do things alone ever again.

It's very painful. Very, very painful.

Eventually some robots came and helped us up and everything, thankfully there weren't many injuries (Apart from my broken nose). Kaminari volunteered to take me to the nurse's office, to which All Might quickly agreed and sent us off.

"Man, I can't believe you could fly around and stuff, the entire class was shocked. Jiro had to explain to us how cool your Quirk really was, and then that giant fist?! It looked like it came straight from an anime or something."

I grinned. Well, it did technically come from an anime, just not from this world.

"Yeah well not everyone can fail their battle trial within two minutes ya' know," I told him, watching him goran as he lightly shoved me. "I actually won my battle. Hehe. You should bow down to your superior, Kaminari."

"Oh come on dude, it's not that funny."

I disagreed, it was plenty funny.

"Yeah, yeah. Just watch Yamazaki, next time we have training like this if you mess up, even once I'll make sure to remind you of it until the day we die," Kaminari told me. "I'll never lose to you ever. You hear me? We're rivals, you and I. You better make sure to never try and die before we fight.

I laughed at him.

"Come on man, don't be so dramatic. Come on, admit it. It was funny."

"Fine, fine. Yeah, it was funny. God damned purple smurf, next time I see him he's dead. Embarrassing me in front of Jiro-chan like that!"

I raised my eyebrows up in surprise.

Was he…?

"Jiro-chan?" I asked in confusion. "Really?

"Yeah Jiro-chan, isn't she cute? I mean she isn't as hot as Yaoyorozu or Mina. Hell, even Uraraka got some curves. But Jiro-chan has a cute factor that the rest don't. Like a goth vibe, get it?" I shrugged my shoulders, I never really thought of her like that. "I love goth girls. Are you telling me that you're not a fan?"

"If there is anything I know, it's that she is not cute. Hell, even mention that word around her and she'll chew you out. Jiro and cute don't go in the same sentence," I replied with a snort. "And yeah, I suppose she's a goth girl. Sorta. And I am a fan, or, I don't have opinions on them? I don't know. I never really thought of it."

"Then what you call Jiro-chan?"

I hummed slightly, clicking my tongue. What would I call Jiro?

"Well first I'd drop the '-chan', I'm pretty sure she hates it. Secondly, she's a friend, so if I had to say she's dependable."

Kaminari moaned at my answer. "Dependable? That sounds like you're a married couple. 'Oh yeah, she's dependable, the bath is always running when I come home from work.'"

"Well I don't know what else to say, she's a friend not my crush."

Kaminari's ears perked up at that. "You have a crush? Who? Yaoyorozu? Ashido? You did go pretty hard on her I think. Pixie-Bob?"

I blushed at that last one, I wouldn't mind Pixie-Bob to-,

"No. Neither of them. I don't have a crush. It was a figure of speech, retard."

Kaminari sighed at that, resting his arm on my shoulder.

"Aww man, I'm your buddy! If you tell me, I promise I'll try to be a wingman!" I snorted at that, imagining the Hell on Earth that would be Kaminari as my wingman. "Hey! Don't look at me like that! I'd be a great wingman! I bet you're an awful wingman!"

"I'm great, fuck you mean?"

"See, that's exactly it! Your attitude scares all the hoes away!"

I sighed at that.

"Dude. We have no hoes."

"Listen man, if you ever get a crush, you better tell me!"

I rolled my eyes at him.

"I'm serious, Sora! Promise me!"

"...Fine. I promise."

Kaminari grinned at me in response.

"So, what are your types? Fuglies?"

I nearly choked on thin air.

"What?! NO!"

---

Luckily, the trip to the nurse only took less than a minute.

Recovery Girl did her magic, and shooed me away. But I did manage to take a look at the sleeping Izuku Midoriya, his arms heavily bandaged. I snorted. Should I tell him to use his legs yet? Actually, he hasn't learnt Full Cowling yet, if I told him to use his legs he'd just break them as well.

So then… should I tell him about Full Cowling?

A part of me said yes.

If Izuku had Full Cowling, then it would mean that not only would USJ go smoother, but so would the rest of the series - He would be much stronger having started earlier. But… That would be interfering with the timeline.

Interfering with people's lives.

With their development.

It wasn't as simple as just explaining it to him, it would be robbing Midoriya of the chance to learn it for himself, I'd be robbing him of his own discoveries. But then and again… My Premonition of the USJ attack was that of death.

Tsk.

But... a selfish part of me also wanted to save Class A all by myself, I wanted to be the Hero. But how could I be the Hero alone? No, I was weak. I wasn't strong enough to beat Ashido and Aoyama singlehandedly, so why would I try to play the part of a Hero?

Would I ever be strong enough to fight alone?

I didn't have One For All, or a dual Quirk or enough anger to fuel me even through the toughest of situations. Would I have to force myself for the sake of my pride to be something I'm not, to eventually fail and watch everyone die?

Hell, who was I thinking, trying to capture the villains that sneak into U.A. alone. They would kill me, and I'd die alone, unable to protect nothing. Those were just the follies of a kid who wanted to be loved by everyone.

…

I wasn't the protagonist.

I didn't have a magic power to save me.

All I had were cheap tricks stolen from other series, cheap tricks that can't protect anything. Even getting hit once breaks my entire concentration, that's how weak I am. Tsk. Why the hell did that piss me off so much-,

"Y-Yamazaki-san I-is that you?" Midoriya feebly asked.

"Yeah, why?" I replied. "...Good job out there."

"O-oh. I just wanted to a-ask you if everyone is fine."

"Yeah, they are all fine."

Izuku smiled warmly at that.

"T-That's g-good to hear."

…

"Hey, Midoriya," I started, unsure of what to say. "...Say, if you had to save people you care about, but you're too weak to do it alone, would you rely on other people?"

He looked at me curiously, making me regret ever asking him this question.

"W-well, yes. b-but I wouldn't just r-rely on them, I-I have to f-fight for myself as well, so that I can p-prove I can save them too."

I smiled. It was a simple answer. But what else did I expect?

Even with my tricks, if I went Plus Ultra then maybe I could save them all.

"Are your arms good?" I asked him in concern. "You broke your arm. I mean, I broke my nose so there is that. I guess we're both reckless idiots, huh? I already know that Aizawa's going to throw a hissy fit when he finds out. Hmph, I really dislike that homeroom teacher of ours."

Midoriya sighed at that.

"Aizawa-sensei is not too bad! He's just…" Midoriya trailed off, realising that he had no defence for the man either. "Well, I think it's too early to make our mind on him! Eraserhead is a strong Hero! He'll be a great teacher for us!"

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"W-Wow, I t-think this is the f-first full on-c-conversation we have h-had, Yamazaki. Just me and you, all alone," Midoriya stuttered out. "...You're kind of scary, you know that? I n-never thought I'd ever find someone as scary as Kacchan. No, I think you're even scarier. You've crossed the boundaries not even he would cross."

I shrugged my shoulders at that.

"Well, I aim to please. And call me Sora. Yamazaki makes me sound like a different person," I told him with a smile. "Also, do try to stop your stuttering. I won't eat you. I promise. Though, I could be a bit peckish soon, so, who knows? Only joking."

Midoriya laughed slightly.

"Alright S-Sora-san. I'll try my best."

I rolled my eyes at him.

"Just Sora, no added '-san' to the end. We are friends right?"

His eyes grew as he whispered, "Friends...?"

"Yeah, usually that's how it is. Friends. Got it?" I asked him. "Unless ya' don't want to be friends with me, then fair enough. I won't force myself around you. Or something. I mean we are in the same class, er, I just don't want there to be a problem between us-, Fuck, I've had tons of issues with my previous classmates so just-, I don't know, be honest? I guess? I don't know."

Midoriya laughed at me once again.

"It's all right. As friends then," He replied with a grin. "You don't need to worry, Sora. I think everyone in the class likes you plenty already. You're… certainly a character. But that's a good thing."

Heh.

"Sure, sounds good. You rest up, alright? I'll talk to you later."

"Yeah, see you!"

I waved goodbye to him as I exited the hospital wing with a smile on my face.

Maybe I was just overthinking everything?

I do have a tendency to do that…

"...What are you doing loitering around?" That voice stopped me dead in my tracks as I looked up to see Aizawa peering down at me curiously. "I heard you were injured from your battle trial. But it's nearly lunchtime. That's two lessons you missed out on, Yamazaki. Don't tell me you are trying to bunk your lessons already."

"Aizawa-sensei, I didn't see you there," I replied with a grin, annoying the man. "And nah, I wish I would bunk but I broke my nose, you see. Although maybe you didn't hear about it from All Might. Heh, the point is that I have a proper excuse to be 'truanting'. So don't get it twisted, alright?"

Aizawa rolled his eyes at that.

"Hm. By the way, your detention has been moved. I can't do it after school today, so instead it will be at lunch time," Aizawa told me as I groaned loudly. "...Do you have any complaints? I thought you would prefer this over it cutting into your free time. If not I can always schedule you to be kept behind with another teacher-,"

"No, no! I'll take it! But… Lunch? Really? Sir, how can I make friends if you're barring me from eating lunch with my classmates?" I asked him. "Kinda unfair if ya' ask me. Especially since it's detention for being late for the freakin' trains acting up. Personally, I think you should just wipe the detention clean. You know, for justice and whatnot."

"...For justice…?"

I sighed at that.

"Yeah, you're not going to fall for my bullshit, are you? Oh, shit-, I mean, shoot!" I bit my lower lip as Aizawa was not amused by me. "Heh, my old school was quite different from this place. Most teachers didn't even want to be put in detention with me, so they just let me off scott free. Meant I had a lot of free time."

"Well, I assure you that U.A. doesn't work that way," Aizawa told me plainly. "Make friends in your own time. This isn't a networking opportunity, the most studious pupils train even during their lunch. Maybe you should consider doing the same after your Battle Trial performance."

I blinked, he already knew?

"Yes, I do know how your class performed. I was watching from the camera's the entire time. I'll talk to the rest of the class about it tomorrow," Aizawa explained with a small grin. "But for now Yamazaki, my best advice is to train. You're a smart kid, you have a good grasp over your Quirk, in the top ten and maybe even the top five of this class. You can't, and shouldn't try to do things alone like you did today, that's how mistakes are made, and how Heroes die."

I gulped.

"Furthermore, while you can be lazy, you can also be pragmatic. Your original plan was to catch them off guard on the stairs, correct?" I nodded in response as Aizawa hummed at me. "For what it's worth, it seems like a good plan at first, but it could make do with a lot of improvements. Instead of attacking them at the top of the stairs, why not do a surprise attack from behind? That would have been more effective since you would have been able to take one out, and leave the other to your Cloud Quirk, Nimbus I believe it's called."

Hm, that actually doesn't sound too bad.

"You have a gifted brain, I have no doubt that when polished you'll be able to manipulate your opponents on the battlefield, you seem like the strategist type. Not to mention, with the versatility of your Quirk, you can easily become a powerhouse of pure adaptability. Take your gloves for example, that was a brilliant move on your part for incorporating it in your costume," Aizawa complimented me. "Was it your idea or your doctors to use your Quirk in that way? It'll work for now, but even you should know that in an experienced fight with villains you won't be able to catch them off-guard like that. Especially with more destructive Quirks."

"Yeah, it was my idea."

"I see. You should be proud of your performance today, Yamazaki," Aizawa told me with a small smile as he rested his right hand on my shoulder. "Wipe that look off your face. Ultimately, you won. And even when winning you can still learn, that doesn't mean you lost. It just means that the path to greatness is one that won't be easy - But nothing in life worth anything is easy."

…

"Maybe so," I replied with a sigh. "I'm still not happy with my performance. Or my gloves."

"Why not? It allows you to always have access to your Quirk, the way you used your shields to fend off Ashido's acid was particularly good. Imagine doing that but against bullets, or knives. Theoretically, moving on away from your gloves, you could use your Quirk to make a protective sphere around you or your allies, and using that in addition to blinding your enemies eyesight can allow for quick retreats."

Huh, Aizawa-sensei has really thought about how to use my Quirk.

"Alright, alright sensei I get it," I told him. "Thanks for all the advice. But I also learnt a massive weakness of my Quirk. If I'm not concentrating on keeping it up, my Nimbus constructs will disappear. In a fight that could lead to me dying. Who even knows if my Quirk is suited for this… To become a Hero, I mean."

Aizawa-sensei snorted at that.

"Maybe it isn't. But you came this far as you are, imagine how far you can go if you applied yourself? As your teacher I still need to make it stick inside your head. You aren't alone, and there isn't a shame in relying on others. In fact, using your Quirk in combination with someone else's Quirk can be a deadly attack. You have potential Yamazaki, don't waste it."

And with that he walked off.

Damn, what a badass teacher.

I felt even more guilty for thinking of him as an asshole since it was clear that he did care. He just had a funny way of showing it, which then made me realise that once again I forgot to apologise to the man for my behaviour the other day.

Still..

It would be a shame that I would not attend his detention.

But oh well, that's a problem between him and... well me. Eh, how much trouble would I get in anyway? We only had five minutes left until lunch, all I had to do was avoid the cafeteria and I'd be good.

"Hey man, aren't you gonna come?" I heard someone ask me. Behind me was Jiro, holding her lunch wrapped up and everything. "Heard you got discharged. Also I saw Aizawa-sensei looking happy, did you and him make up or something?"

"Eh. Sorta."

"So… Lunch?"

"Huh? Oh nah, I'm not gonna eat in the cafeteria today."

"Why?" Jiro asked me, tilting her head in confusion. "You need to eat lunch. If you don't, I'll message Miwa. And then she'll tell your parents. Don't skip a meal just because you're not happy that you didn't win the way you wanted to win."

…!

"...You know, huh?" I asked, my shoulders sagging. Damn.

"It's easy to see, Sora. I've known you for years, plus, it's in your eyes," Jiro told me honestly. "You're a horrible liar, you know that? You've never been good at lying, but especially now. At least your team won. So is that the real reason you want to skip lunch? Because you're pissed off?"

I shook my head at her, grinning as I pulled out an unopened lollipop from my blazer pocket.

"Nah. Aizawa rescheduled my detention to now, so I'm going to have to avoid him. Plus I wanna explore the school a bit - You know how it goes, scout out all the cool places to hang and whatnot," I answered. "You can come with me, you know. I don't mind. Not like I'm doing much anyways, plus when was the last time me and you just had lunch together? Actually, don't answer that."

Jiro giggled at me.

"Idiot. We're best friends. When don't we have lunch together?"

"I said alone."

"Whatever."

"Alright then, wanna try and find the roof?" I asked, and Jiro nodded.

"Sure, why not."

I grinned.

"You know if I get caught, I'm blaming it all on you."

"What? I thought we were friends?" Jiro yelled incredulously, slapping my arm lightly. "You'd rat me out for something I didn't even do! What a great friend, Sora. I have half a mind to go and get Aizawa and tell him about your plan."

"You won't do that."

…

"...Kyoka. You wouldn't do that… Right?"

…

Why won't you answer Jiro?

Why?

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Chapter Nine done!

Tell me what you think of the fight this chapter? Sure Sora is strong, but he's stronger when working with others as opposed to alone. This was my first proper action scene, so I hope I can get some feedback on it in time for the USJ arc, which won't start next chapter but the one following that, so stay tuned people!

Now time to answer some questions!

Brocole07:

Damn, I'm not gonna say anything other then thank you for your kind words. And regarding your idea, let's just say you'll be surprised soon (Fun fact that was actually one of the first ideas that popped up in my head when writing Chapter 1)

Zet4:

No problem man, no problem! Mineta will not just be comic relief, so I hope you enjoy!

Aveshetta:

They aren't like Issei's gang... no way... as Sora said, they are "Feminists" and he would take offence to being compared to someone like Issei, the three of them just appreciate the female species more than their peers. (DEFINITELY INSPIRED BY THEM :) GLAD YOU PICKED UP ON IT!)

Sandman001:

Yeah you are right. My grammar needs improving, sadly I don't have a beta and transferring all of this onto something grammarly would take too long and disturb my schedule as usually after updating a chapter I go straight to work. And while I'm looking for a beta that can fit my weird schedule, more often then not having a beta that is in a different timezone then me messes up my schedule even more. So bare with me while I do sort out this issue, I'm close to something I promise!

raelut10:

Haha, glad to hear you enjoyed!

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Next time:

School politics, angry teachers and the meaning of getting the last sandwich at lunch time. Find out how much a a normal school the most unordinary school actually is featuring a living Cloud, a pair of headphones, Pikachu but human, a purple perverted minion, the girl that vomits anything and a pair of authoritarian glasses.