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...

29. Issue 28

Hm.

Life sure is tough, but do you know what's tougher?

I... don't know.

Really, this section of the chapter is random. Like, I just write whatever comes to my mind as a sort of prelude to what's to come. Yes, I write this section of the chapter first. Unlike others who write things out of order, I can only write things chronologically or else I'll get confused as to what I'm writing.

The song for this chapter is...

'Trust Me' aka Durarara ending 1.

I think I haven't used that song yet.

Maybe.

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Summary so far:

"We're all in this together, can't you see - I'm the one, in control with something. We're all in this together, maybe you can fucking die, this is a song so can we sing it! WE'RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER, THIS IS BAD I DON'T KNOW THE FUCKING LYRICS! WE AREN'T IN THIS TOGETHER, YOU ARE FAKE, AND SO AM I, CAUSE THIS IS JUST A STORY-,"

I shot Zero in the head.

I then shot his dead body, multiple times.

Just to make sure that he was dead.

I don't dance-,

"I know you can!"

"Not a chance, no."

"If I can do this, then you can do that-,"

"But I don't dance, HIT IT OUT THE PARK!"

"I don't dance."

"I know you can."

"Not a chance, no."

"Slide home, you score, you can fuck Jiro-,"

"That's illegal so I don't dance, uwooooooooh!"

That's right.

The true 'Over the Top' was the friends we made along the way, presented to you the reader as a musical!

*This is all a bad joke just to inflate my word count. The summary section used to mean something to me a year ago... now I just write stupid shit here for fun, for my own amusement. That being said, go watch High School Musical 2. I have it on DVD, and I've seen it like over 100 times. I could recite every song easily, which isn't a flex. Well it is, but not really.

Miwa loves High School Music, or in this universe I mean to say 'Junior High School Musical' featuring Broy Falcon, Gabby Vantez, Sharpening 'Tool' Bevans and Chad Chadforth.

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"Sora… I need your help." Toru Hagakure called out to me, now usually I'd make a remark about how shy the girl looked, tease her a little and get kicked in the balls for being a pervert, but this time it was different! That was because Hagakure was invisible, and so I couldn't see her face! Sure, she was wearing her clothes, but they looked like they were floating! That being said, I couldn't turn down her obvious plea for help against a dastardly villain, no if I did that how could I ever call myself the protagonist of this tale?

"Why me?"

Hagakure sighed, or at least is what I thought sounded like a sigh. "That's because out of all the fools in the class, I trust you the most."

"Are you trying to convince me to help you, or to run away?"

"You're the one that gets shit done, the only one that will help me. Everyone else will try to help me, that or they themselves might be the problem. But I know I can trust you with this, I know that you are the only one that can help me," Heh, that did sound like me alright. Dependable, brave, and an icon to everyone-, "Also, you were the first person I saw, so I ran up and asked you first."

"Fine, fine. What do you need help with?"

"Well, it has to do with this." Her hand (Or what I thought was her hand, it wasn't like it was easy to tell) reached into her school bag and pulled out a toy. No, not a sex toy, which made me both happy and sad at the same time, instead a small figurine came out from her bag. It was around the same size as a Nendroid or a Funko Pop, albeit much more cheaply made, because which company would ever agree to produce figurines of the 'Hero Killer.'

I rubbed by eyes in response, surely figurines of a mass murderer shouldn't exist? Merchandise of a deranged lunatic? Please, what company would ever decide to produce them. Yet the figure was only getting clearer and clearer with each passing second, the very same sword that I broke was pointing directly at my throat, and those crazed eyes that were sculpted onto the figure looked eerily similar to the very same eyes that darted around the street, trying to puncture my lungs as well as Iida's.

"Well, I don't remember him being that good looking," I commented, taking the figure from her hands as I turned it around and tried to find the trademark of the company that produced this. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to find it, which either meant I required glasses, or that this wasn't officially made (Thus the cheap materials used, as well as the false representation of Stain.) "Hagakure, where did you find this? Wait, don't tell me you bought this? You should demand a refund, this is shit. I could make a better figure given enough resources."

Well I'd tell Hatsume to build me a figure, and ask her to add a bunch of features to it. Now that I'm thinking about it, Hatsume building a sex toy would either end up being really good, or really dangerous.

"I-, Do you honestly think I'd buy this?" She yelled at me, "I found it on the floor of our classroom, okay? And well, I was going to give it to Iida as he's in charge of the lost property in our class, but I realised that this was Stain, and so I couldn't just hand this over to Iida, so I need you to try and find out who this belongs to. Please." She then bowed her head down at me, or what I think was bowing her head down at me.

Gosh, being invisible to everyone seemed like a ton of pain. But hey, at least you could commit a lot of crimes with it. Not as many as being able to stop time, but close enough I suppose.

"Fine," I replied, "I'll help get this ugly figure back to its rightful owner. And don't worry, I wont charge you for my premium services. Since you asked so nicely, consider this a-," I was cut off as she jumped on me and hugged me, saying 'thank you' to me at least twenty times in the span of just a few seconds. It's not like I was stunned, Hagakure seemed to latch onto anyone and hug them whenever they did something for her, which I suppose was cute in it's own way, but consider the fact that we were in a corridor a few minutes before our computer science lesson started, I didn't want others to get the wrong idea.

"Where did you find it in our class?" I asked her.

"Right at the back, not near any of the desks. Yaoyorozu, Jiro, Mina and I sat at the back of the class for history, and it was in the cupboard behind Mina. It was hidden behind our textbooks, which I thought was odd at first. Cause' carrying all my textbooks is annoying, I don't have enough space in my bag, and I don't want it to smash my perfumes and other stuff to pieces, so I always borrow the school's books. But like today right, they weren't at the same place as always, which is the left, not the right, so as I moved all the textbooks to the left I saw the figure right at the back." She explained, speaking rather quickly.

Ah right, she was like a stereotypical city girl. I mean she even had charms connected to her phone case, and while that wasn't rare, it wasn't exactly common here in Musutafu either. See there was a massive difference from Tokyo, to Musutafu in terms of the culture of our schools. We were more punky, I guess you could say our city produced way more delinquents as an act of defiance against U.A being a major tourist attraction essentially, while Tokyo was a little more… united?

Gangs in Tokyo all knew each other well, while gangs in Musutafu were more isolated from each other, it really didn't help that Musutafu only had a select few schools, and so there wasn't room for multiple gangs to grow at a time. It meant that delinquents fought each other more than banding together to form gangs. Rivalries with other schools were also more subdued, after all U.A was pretty much the only school in Musutafu that wasn't a shithole, while Tokyo was big. Big enough to fit Musutafu in one of its many districts, which of course affected the way our girls acted as well.

Our city wasn't preppy in nature, it was the target for many 'reforms' in terms of the homeless people problem, the amount of people doing drugs as well as the amount of litter on the street - Despite Japan being very clean, Musutafu was the dirtiest city in Japan for the ninth year in a row! So girls having charms on their phones weren't as common as having a switchblade in your pocket, ready to stab any suspicious guy that approaches you.

Plus our girls spoke more formally in my opinion, girls that spoke like Jiro were more common that people talking like Hagakure. It was interesting to see how the cultures of two cities were similar and vastly different at the same time, but then again I could be looking at this in a bubble and be completely wrong. I had only been to Tokyo once in my life, and that ended up with me fighting a deranged lunatic - Twice!

"I'll ask around and see if anyone recognises this figure," I told her, "And I'll give it to them if they do recognise it. That being said, why the hell would anyone buy a Stain figure? I have half a mind to beat the shit out of them-,"

"That's why I want to find out who it belongs to!" Hagakure interrupted me, "I want to see who in our class decided to buy this, and I want to scream at them for being so stupid in doing so when we have Iida in our class!" Well, that was sound reasoning. I forgot that it was an insult to Iida, I was too caught up on how bad the figure was and wanted to beat them up for wasting their money on something so pointless.

Seriously, that could have gone to a present for my birthday!

"What's this about having me in our class?" Iida came from behind us, startling me and causing Hagakure to scream in surprise, swinging at him playfully in response. "Oh, is that a figure you have in your hands? Let's see, I've been enjoying the manga I bought a few weeks ago Sora, it is highly educational and incorporates many philosophical themes and ideas into its characters and story. Truly, a zenith of the medium, and I cannot wait to read some of the series you have suggested I try out, I can see why you would waste your day reading all these series. I'm greatly looking forward to reading your manga with Tokoyami as the artist. I've been hearing good things from him calling you a genius author. "

"Er, yeah." I didn't have the heart to tell him that I was as much of a genius as Elizabeth Holmes.

And then he managed to look at the figure I had in my hands, his eyes narrowing as he glared at it. Well shit, I glanced at Hagakure who looked to be crying, or at least that's what I thought she was doing. She was invisible, how the hell was I supposed to decipher her actions without a face to examine, but then and again maybe Aizawa-sensei could use his Quirk on her?

Nah, that was way too obvious of a fix.

Plus I couldn't imagine Aizawa-sensei following Hagakure to use his Quirk on her all the time, imagine Hagakure on a date with Aizawa trailing behind her ensuring that his Quirk was being used on her. Jeez, that would be awkward as hell, but also slightly amusing. Wait, how the hell did Hagakure brush her teeth in the morning?! As a matter of fact, how the hell did she even have a shower? How did her parents even know she was born?! So many questions.

"Oh, you guys found my figure."

I coughed at that, my eyes widening as Iida brought out the cardboard box that came with the figure from his bag. He thanked me gratefully as I handed the figure back to him, staring at Hagakure who seemed to be equally shocked as me.

"Don't worry about it," Iida reassured us, "I merely bought it to report to the appropriate authorities. If you look at the packaging, you can see a certain somebody taking credit for this product," And sure enough, I could see their name written in hot pink. Yozora. Damn, that bastard probably thought that this was fun, "That being said, I think the product is a way to raise funds for whatever he and the Hero Killer have in store for us in the future."

Scary.

Well it was either that, or Yozora was a pothead and wanted to buy some drugs. I could imagine it, the bastard lookingly smugly at me as he snorts a line of coke, then using his freaky Quirk to try and fight me. Was that enough 'fun' for him, or would he want more?

"Mind if I report it for you?" I asked him, "I'm meeting with Nanao soon, so I can drop it off with her since she's basically leading the investigation into Yozora." He nodded, handing the box and the figure back to me.

"Yozora? Who's that?" Hagakure asked me, confused. I grinned at Iida, who could clearly tell what I was thinking as he shook his head at me, disappointed at the prank I was about to pull. Not that I could blame him, I really had an odd sense of humour. I suppose that's what happens when you die once, but really maybe I was just an odd person… Nah, I'm blaming my death for this.

"Well Hagakure, Yozora is a villain who is Stain's boss basically," I then smirked at her for what I was about to say, "He's also my brother." Her eyes widened, I didn't have to see her face to know that as she took a step backwards in surprise, using the wall behind her to support her in standing up.

God, was pranking people always this fun, or what?

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Chapter

Twenty Eight

'The Real Folk Blues Part Two'

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When people say that Japan is hot during the summer, they aren't wrong. But they aren't entirely right either - The worst part of a Japanese summer in the city was the humidity. I'm sure that in a small town near the coast, it's a lot more bearable, but in the city it was way too hot for me to handle normally. That's why U.A forced our summer uniform onto us, which mostly consisted of our blazer being removed and our white shirt having short sleeves.

On the whole, it wasn't too bad. But it didn't have enough style, which was why my shirt was untucked (Having it tucked made me feel like I was under pressure) and my tie was loosely held together (Like always) which drew some inquisitive glances from the 'General Students' of our year group, also known as Class 1D. The classroom that Shinso was a part of, well before he would inevitably move up to the hero course.

He was steadily progressing in our lessons with Aizawa-sensei, while he wasn't strong enough to beat me yet, his sharp mind was aiding him much more than I initially thought. Give him a year or two, and he'd be a monster in his own right, especially when it came to pissing people off. It didn't help that his face really did annoy others, plus the fact that he was slightly tall annoyed me. But hey, I wasn't that annoyed by my height, I was nearly as tall as Midoriya, so it's not like I was that short!

But I wasn't that tall either…

"Oi!" Hm, who was that? I turned around to face Bakugo, who was pointing furiously at my direction with a scowl present on his face, as always. I mean when did Bakugo never not frown, or not be angry, that was impossible. I don't think it was coded in him-, "You shitty cloud watcher! Don't ignore me!" He screamed at me, throwing his water bottle at me. Luckily, I caught it before it managed to whack me across the face, so instead of handing it back to him I just threw it in the bin closest to me.

"What do you want from me, Kaplosion?" I asked him, "My time is very limited, you know. I'm studying for my motorbike licence, my exam is soon. Are you here to wish me luck?" Baguko snorted, this time sitting down opposite me. It was lunch time, and while I'd usually sit with Jiro and Kaminari, most of 1A was stuck in detention - And for once I wasn't invited! Yep, that's what they get for not doing their homework on time.

At least I did my homework, especially during our exam season. The teachers set us homework as an indication of what would be on the exam, so obviously you would want to complete it as revision. As it turns out, Mineta was pretty smart, he was just lazy and didn't apply himself to school, much like myself. Which meant that Mineta and I were helping Kaminari revise, to the point where he started to call us 'sensei.'

But who gives a shit about that.

I needed money. And quick. My parents had agreed on helping to buy a motorbike for me if I passed the exam, and if I had enough spare money left over to cover some of the bike's cost. Now, the bike that I wanted was worth around four-hundred thousand Yen, it was pretty expensive and just barely legal for me to drive at sixteen, but it was cool as hell. But I only had one-hundred and fifty thousand Yen just from saving up my money every now and then. I wanted to reach at least two-hundred thousand Yen before I bought the motorbike, but where to get the money?

1A's betting ring was-,

"I want to fight you."

I nearly choked on my drink as he said that, my eyes widening as he grinned at me more fiercely compared to before. Fight me?! What the actual fuck? "No." I instantly replied, shaking my head, "Fuck no. I already know that I'm going to lose to you, badly at that, so you can take this win. You're stronger than me."

"Tch, don't back out you coward!" He shouted, "Stop being a little bitch and just accept the fight."

"Alright fine then, but we are calling an ambulance."

"Why?" Bakugo asked me.

"For you of course," I replied grinning as he raged at me, trying to punch me from across the table. "You really are like a dog, aren't you? All bark and no bite!" I added as I ran around the cafeteria, trying to avoid Bakugo as everyone else looked at us with their mouths wide open. Seriously, had they never seen people act like this before? And that's when it hit me, I could have a competition with Bakugo! If I did that then I'd be able to get two hundred thousand Yen rather easily! Aha, thank you Katsuki Bakugo for your contribution!

"Halt!" I said to him, "I have a proposal."

"Funny, so do I," He replied, "It involves me shoving you in a locker and blowing it to heaven. Or would you rather I boil you alive with my explosions?"

"Let's have a competition."

"Loser has to get hit across the face by the winner one hundred times in a row." He said to me, "I'd gladly hit you across your face one hundred times."

"Nah, how about the winner gets to hit the loser ten times in the face whenever they want for the rest of our time at U.A. They also have the right to demand fights from the loser whenever they want, and the loser has to accept." Bakugo's bloodthirsty grin widened at that, jeez he really wanted to fight me. Then and again, I did practically mock him every day, and I also did love to try and embarrass him.

To be fair, he had such a way with words that made it early to rile him up.

"Tch, that sounds stupid."

"Are you afraid, Kaplosion? Like a little chicken?

"What do I have to do to beat you?" He growled at me. "I'll definitely kill you, so let's hurry up and get to the good parts! Then after I beat you, I'll be killing you every day and you won't be able to refuse you shitty cloud watcher!" He yelled at me excitedly, some small explosions coming from his hands. Well, it looks like he had a boner. Yes, Mineta and I had declared that whenever Bakugo acted like this, it was equivalent to a boy getting a boner.

I remembered that I was pissing Bakugo off more than usual when I told him this, enough for him to try and throw his chair at me. Ah, good times.

"We have to piss people off using our words only." I replied, "No violence used, and we have to do it before lunch ends. The person who gets the most complaints wins." Unlike other schools, U.A had a complaint system where a student could make a 'complaint' about another student's behaviour which would then be reviewed by a random teacher. Those found in the wrong get punished, and the more complaints you get, the more chance you have of getting on behaviour report.

And a behaviour report… well it was obvious what that was. You had the green report, amber report and red report, green being the least serious one while red has you stay every day after school until four PM for an entire term, your break and lunch privileges taken away and any minor infractions would result in immediate suspension. Now no one in our class had been put on report yet, but Bakugo and myself were the ones leading the bet.

Mostly me.

Now, I needed money. Lots of it, especially to buy a cool motorbike. The licence was practically already in my hands, I'd already passed my theory so all that was left was the practical exam. But my problem still was the fact that having a motorbike was expensive, even if I paid for the bike itself, buying gas and whatnot was an expensive endeavour. So, I was squeezing as much money as I could out of everyone. And that was what this bet was, a way for me to get Bakugo on report so I could win the bet.

But if I failed the competition, not only would I lose the bet but I'd also have to fight Bakugo whenever he wanted to, and he had the right to hit me ten times across the face whenever he felt like it. And that was dangerous since that boy knew no restraint, which meant I had to beat Bakugo in the competition, but also ensure that he got the required complaints to be put on report. This was going to be hard for me, especially since I also had my own pride on the line.

I wasn't going to lose to Bakugo!

He and I were like water and oil, we just couldn't mix well. Well actually that was a lie, he was a raging fire and I was the oil being poured on top of it, that is to say that we both used each other in a way. He wasn't my rival in a traditional sense, no that was Izuku Midoriya, but if he was a delinquent, well that meant he was my rival in delinquent activities. He constantly tried to prove that he was better than me, and sure I should have backed off.

I mean he would beat me black and blue if he truly wanted to do so.

But I didn't care for that, it was the principle of the matter. And I think Bakugo knew it too, that I wasn't going to back down. I wouldn't say he hated me, because we barely interacted, but when we did it always ended up with the two of us getting in a heated argument. Oh, I slapped your head after you had a hair cut? Well that doesn't give you the right to throw my bag in the shower! Oh, I threw your bag in the shower? Well what kind of dumbass decides to rip up my school work in retaliation!

"So, let's begin." I told him, "Be prepared to lose."

"I never lose."

"We will see about that." We agreed that we would meet here after lunch had ended, and that we would head straight to Aizawa's 'office' to see who got the most complaints. Right as we were about to start, we got an unexpected visitor.

"SORA-SAMA, LET ME JOIN!" Neito Monoma screamed loudly, despite the fact that he was less than a metre away from me. Bakugo glared at him, promising to murder him slowly and painfully before Tokage slapped Monoma on the back of his head.

"Sorry about him," She apologised, "He gets excited whenever he sees you, Bakazaki. He's like a little dog, albeit a lot taller than a mutt, plus much more annoying. Still, I couldn't help but overhear-" Why couldn't she just admit that she was purposefully eavesdropping on our conversation? "-your conversation, and I, well frankly we were wondering if you would allow two more players to join your competition."

"Tch," Bakugo was clearly happy with the outcome, "That means I get to kill two more people. Good."

"Oh please you overgrown child, you would be too afraid to step on an ant, let alone kill someone." Tokage replied, "So stand down little boy." I knew that Tokage was good at getting under people's skin, but I didn't think that she was this good. In just one sentence, Bakugo had forgotten all about me and had focused all his anger upon Tokage, who was clearly enjoying the situation far more than I ever could. The pure joy in her eyes as I held to restrict Bakugo from showing her how much of a 'big boy' he was was too much even for me.

Was Bakugo stupid, or did he just not care about what he said? Or was he so angry that he didn't even care? Maybe it was a mix of all three, but either way we all had a max lobby, Monoma, Bakugo, Tokage and myself were all competing for the top position here. As soon as the game started, I ran to Shinso who was sitting all alone and glared at him, or rather I just stared at him normally. After all, apparently I constantly glare at others that makes me slightly unapproachable.

Maybe it was my hair? My god damn blue hair was causing me problems, yet again.

"I need you to write a complaint about me and Bakugo as many times as you can." I told him. Was I cheating? Yes. But the bet in the class was worth around ninety-five thousand Yen, considering everyone agreed to put five thousand Yen on the winner of the bet. Everyone else had voted for me, especially since I was in the lead with the amount of lates I had received, but I had a plan about that. I just needed to make sure that Shinso would help me out.

Shinso sighed in response as he knew that he had to help me out.

"I really dislike you, Yamazaki."

"Blah, blah. Hurry the fuck up or else I'll kick your lanky arse."

Shinso got up from his seat and went to report both Bakugo and me at one of the many stations stationed around the school. It looked like a polling station, only smaller and with a tablet in the centre. It was obvious that U.A had a huge budget, and so installing these stations around the school to prevent bullying really just showed how rich the school actually was. Seriously, a tablet used only just for reporting students who were misbehaving was just overkill at this point.

Now my plan was going smoothly, especially as the next part of my plan came to fruition rather quickly. Teachers had to review each complaint manually, which usually meant talking to witnesses, or by looking at the footage from the camera's. And so Bakugo pissing everyone off would result in a complaint being valid, while my complaints weren't valid. After all it would be just Shinso mass reporting me, and so even if I was in the lead in getting put on report, all the complaints that I'd receive today wouldn't be verified.

So I'd win the competition, but I wouldn't be put on report.

Heh, my genius was frightening.

"I reported you one hundred times, and Bakugo seventy."

"Good, keep on mass reporting me, I want to reach two-hundred at least."

"But my food will get cold…" Shinso complained.

"Don't you have a free period next? Don't worry, I'll buy you food before lunch ends." Well I was going to get ninety-five thousand Yen for free basically, so I'd be filthy rich. Ah, wasn't there a new game coming out as well? Hm, maybe I should buy a manga box set? Yeah, that seemed like a good idea! One game and a manga box set, and then I'll set everything aside for the bike! Yes, that seemed like the best idea I'd heard all week.

Minutes passed by as I compared my performance to my competitors. Monoma was struggling to piss anyone off, partly because everyone was straight up resorting to violence with him. It was sorta funny and sad, especially when I had to get involved so a few students wouldn't jump Monoma.

"Fuck off." I called to them, pulling Monoma behind me as I faced the three idiots in front of me.

"Eh? Who the hell are you?" One boy called out, obviously trying to act like a punk as his tie was tied around his head like a cheaper version of a bandanna, as well as him wearing shades indoors. Oh and his chain, how could I forget that ugly gold chain he had wrapped around his neck? It was so bright that I had half a mind to report him for posing a health risk to someone with sensitive eyes, or just functioning eyes in general.

I cracked my knuckles, tilting my head slightly as I kicked one of the idiots in the knees. Seriously, why would you try and act like a punk at U.A, especially when you weren't even in the hero track to actually be respected. No, these third-rate bastards just thought they were strong enough that they could actually try and push someone around. Psh, they made me embarrassed to have even been considered a 'delinquent,' they were just a bunch of nerds that saw one gang drama and tried to emulate their favourite characters.

"ARGH! What the hell dude?" The boy who's knee I kicked screamed in pain, to be honest I could have done a lot more than just kick at his knees. Still, the bastards got the message, especially as I waved my identification badge at them. It was seriously funny to see their eyes widen as they realised who they picked a fight with.

"Sora-sama, you saved me even though you were in a fierce competition," Oh no, Monoma had that look in his eyes that spelt disaster for me. "SORA-SAMA THANK YOU!" He yelled, bowing his head down at me. "You really are the greatest-, No, even that title isn't good enough for you! I feel honoured to breathe the same air as you, I feel ashamed to have wasted your precious time, especially in a competition! Because of me, you could lose-,"

"Don't worry about it," I cut him off before he could go on a long tangent about my greatness. Sure, I very much enjoyed it when people spoke positively about me, but Monoma was like a super fan. I'm pretty sure he knew what foods I liked, as well as what porn video I last watched… "I'll be fine Monoma, now you go and take it easy, alright? I don't want to hear that you got in a fight without me."

He saluted me this time, and were those tears trailing down his face? No, they couldn't be. Not even Monoma, even with his devotion to me, would cry in public after I scolded him lightly. Please tell me that those weren't tears coming down his face, because if they were I'd be so disappointed. Disappointed and embarrassed that I made him cry in the first place, I mean come on!

I'm cool, but I'm not that cool!

"Don't worry Sora-sama," He reassured me, "I'll make sure that your brutish classmate loses this competition. He isn't better than you, nor is he better than us in 1B either. Tch, just thinking about how lowly he is on the social ladder makes me laugh Sora-sama. Do I have permission to shoot him down?" I nodded at him, trying my best to hold my laughter in. That was the Neito Monoma that I loved and cherished highly, my number one fan that would be willing to assassinate others just to prove how cool I Am.

And with that he ran after Bakugo, pissing him off instead of the students. Hah, well that was fun. I then went and bought Shinso the lunch I promised him, since I didn't know what type of sandwich he wanted I just got him a plain ham and cheese sub. I then bought him a packet of crisps and some juice as a reward for being such a good worker-, er, friend. Yes, friend.

He thanked me as he tore into his food, and I took over the station as I used his school account to mass report both myself and Bakugo. Eventually lunch time finished, and I bid farewell to Shinso who went to his lessons. Apparently he didn't have a free-period, that was next week for him. He actually had science with Ectoplasm, and they were going to be dissecting a frog today, and Shinso arrived twenty minutes late to his lesson. Ha, that made me grin at the purple haired boy as I waved at everyone in 1D, and also handing in my homework to Ectoplasm earlier than he had anticipated. We weren't set to dissect a frog until after our exams, which showed how behind we were compared to the rest of the classes.

Our internships and foundational hero studies stole a lot of time from our other lessons, which made complete sense of course.

Still, I wanted to be dissecting a frog!

Then I'd be able to vomit and bunk science lessons much easier, which usually took place over a double period. That was two hours off essentially. I could relax on top of the roof, maybe bring out the manga I had brought with me in my bag, maybe use my new model PSP to play some new games I had bought, particularly the anime arena fighters. I heard that FADE: Heat the Soul was a good fighting game.

Maybe I'd buy it when I won the class bet?

I met up with Bakugo and Monoma, who were both shouting at each other, while Tokage looked at them amused.

"Bakazaki, do you remember when we used to argue like this?"

"...I don't think we ever argued like this."

"Don't you remember? It was after you raised your hands at our daughter, and then I took you to our bedroom and we spent the night together."

"I definitely don't remember that!" Jeez, was she hallucinating? A daughter? With Tokage? Fuck no, that would not go well!

"Ahem, since we are all gathered here, and we don't have a lesson next period because of our study session, let's go to the staff room. Aizawa-sensei and Vlad King will have received our complaints by now, and probably looked at the footage." They all agreed, Bakugo sneering at us as he walked ahead of us cockily. Ah, It won't be long now until I see his shocked face as he's handed a report card.

We made our way to the staff room, which was located in the first block on the highest floor. Unlike the teachers, we had to take the stairs as the elevator was not able to be used by the students. A stupid rule, especially since each U.A block had seven floors each. Then and again, each block specifically catered around each class for each year.

Block one, which was also known as the 'A Block' had all the 'A' classes from the first, to the third years as well as a gym, staff room and a pool. The 'B Block' was essentially the same, only for the 'B' classes. The 'C Block' was catered for the support class students, with multiple workshops and storage rooms for materials. It also functioned as the labs for where students would study DT (Design Technology.) And finally, the 'D Block' was catered around the Defective students-, er, general class students.

It was where everyone had science, drama and assemblies at. It was the most standard block in the school, only having classrooms on each floor, the cafeteria and the assembly hall which was also used for drama lessons every now and then. We made our way to the 'A Block,' using the 'bridges' that connected each block at the third floor, before taking the stairs up to the seventh, and final floor.

I opened the door, walking in as I sat down on Aizawa-sensei's seat. Whenever I had a detention, he would usually tell me to sit down on his seat and be quiet as he left me alone to go to a meeting or two. He also confiscated my phone and whatnot, and let me read my books in peace. Usually it was a manga, or a light novel, or sometimes he would give me a book from his own collection to read.

"Get up from my seat." Holding a bunch of unmarked papers, Aizawa-sensei stared blankly at me. "Get up from my seat, or else I'll give you detention for the rest of the week. No, for the rest of the month."

"You always threaten me with detentions, can't you think of something better?"

"Fine then, I'll make sure not to mark your tests so you can be held back at the end of the year."

"Mean." I got up from his seat, taking half of the pile from him as I put it on his desk. Oh damn, these were the third year papers. I forgot that they were currently doing their exams, then the second years were next as we, the first years, were last. And then Aizawa-sensei opened the first exam, and promptly marked everything with a cross. It didn't help that the student barely answered any of the questions.

And within a minute or two, he had managed to fully mark one paper, with feedback written at the front in red.

"So, what can I do for you four students on this lovely day?"

"Tch, tell us who got the most complaints." Bakugo replied, "And reserve the gym for today after school, I'm gonna fight these three idiots myself." I gulped at that, I didn't doubt that he would try and fight us at the same time, I just didn't think that it would be so soon. But, I did win the competition.

"Hm." Aizawa then turned his computer on and logged in. After signing in to a few apps on his computer, he managed to look at the current complaints his class had received. "Well congratulations Bakugo, you are being put on report."

"Fuck ye-, Fuck you mean report?"

"I mean," Aizawa-sensei started, pulling out a amber card from one of his desk drawers and using his pen to fill it out with Bakugo's name, "That you have to give this to your teachers right before every lesson, and collect it after. You also have to make sure your parents sign your report every day. Getting a cross on one of the objectives in the report gives you a half-an-hour detention at the end of each school day, and your report will last you for two weeks. If you somehow fail this report, well I'll have to call your parents in for a meeting."

Bakugo glared at the report card, and if he had the ability to set things on fire with just his eyes I had no doubt that the yellow card would be ashes on the ground by now. Aizawa-sensei then turned to me, this time staring at me directly. "Yamazaki, somehow you managed to get over two-hundred complaints in the span of half-an-hour. I think the previous record was around one-hundred in a day."

I grinned at that.

"However, as much as I'd love to put you on report, all of these complaints were not verified. So you're off the hook, for now." YES! I win, I win! My plan was a success-,

"But Tokage, how the hell did you manage to get three-hundred complaints in the span of twenty minutes? All verified as well?" That took the wind right out of my sails, both Bakugo and myself stared at the green haired girl in shock. Just what the fuck did she do?

"Hm, all I did was walk into the girls changing room and steal their clothes." She said as if she didn't just break the school rules, "It's not like I gave them to the perverted boys. Nah, I just mixed them all together and tossed them around the changing rooms at random. Honestly, if they were that fussed about their clothes maybe they should have taken better care of them. What if a boy went in and stole their underwear, then what would happen?"

What kind of logic is that?!

And what boy would steal some girls underwear? No, not even Mineta would do something like that. Despite what many might think, Mineta preferred the situation in which a girl would give him her underwear, and he wouldn't steal them as he was too much of a gentleman to do such a thing. Gosh, it was like Tokage was making up situations and threats to try and justify her actions?

Actually, she did that on a daily basis.

She was like a dictator, only cute and didn't control an army - Only the hearts of stupid boys that had a crush on her! Which constituted no one with a brain, because anyone could feel the evilness coming off from Tokage. She reeked of being a total bitch, to the point where even Bakugo actively disliked her. Or maybe it was the fact that she beat him that irked him more than her behaviour.

But in the end, that meant that while I won the class bet, Tokage won the competition. And so when she turned to me and grinned, I knew that it was all over. I couldn't even refuse, because I was the dumbass that made the rules up in the first place.

"Hm… Well I'm never going to fight you Bakugo, so you can piss off," That made him even angrier, "Monoma I already beat you up every day," The boy in question looked proud of that, and then I realised that he was proud of her. After all, if Tokage was strong, then his class was strong. "So Sora, I'm going to fight you. We are both going to be sore and tired after today."

"Why are you making it sound so wrong?" I asked her.

"Who knows… maybe you should bring some protection. Just in case. Or don't, we can fight together raw." And with that she walked out of the staff room, leaving the three of us and Aizawa-sensei all alone.

"Hey teacher," I whispered, "Please can you look at the camera's after school today. I have a feeling that I'm going to be hurt. A lot."

"I'll make sure to look over them tomorrow when I have time," Aizawa replied, before shooing the three of us out of the staff room. "I have a lot of marking to do, and the three of you here will not make me mark any faster."

I sighed, knowing that my fate was already sealed.

Well, at least I won a lot of money.

---

"Xaruto's new unity form with Muraka is cool as hell, did you see it Kaminari?" I yelled excitedly, holding this week's issue of Weekly Shonen Leap up in the air. "Holy shit man, Xaruto's going crazy in this arc." Kaminari agreed with me, talking about how Xaruto was his favourite series in Leap as of now. To be fair, Xaruto was quite cool. A story about a pink haired orphan who was a samurai, in a samurai village, holding a deep secret within him. A crab Yokai had been sealed within him at birth, and was why his village treated him so harshly, and so Xaruto decided to become the King of the Samurai to prove them wrong.

It really was an exceptional story.

"So, when's Tokoyami going to publish the first chapter of the manga you two are working on?" Kaminari asked me, "I can't wait to read D. Gray-Man and JoJo's. Especially with some of the things you told me will happen later."

"Ah, right. Those."

"What, are they not being published?"

I shook my head. "Nah. Well they are, but at a later date. Mostly because Tokoyami wants a trial run with a different series first, as both of the series we were going to do require two vastly different art styles. So instead we are doing another series so that he can develop his artistic skills, before moving on to the two of them." Kaminari whistled at that, tapping Mineta on the shoulder who grinned enthusiastically at me.

"So this next series is going to be weaker?" Mineta asked me.

"Nah," I replied, "Just more simplistic. JoJo's had a really rough, manly style which I'm sure Kirishima would enjoy. D. Gray-Man has a more softer art style, and he can't draw the two of them at the same time because of school, no matter how hard he tried it just wasn't feasible. Instead our series is going to go for a more Shonen-esque art style, allowing Tokoyami's skills to be more effective." Plus, I had an even better idea for a series.

"Alright then, what's it called?" Kaminari asked me, very interested in what I had to say as he sat up from the floor. We were on the roof of our block, basking in the sunlight as we had a double free-period thanks to our exams. It didn't help that Present Mic called in sick, and we didn't really have a substitute teacher on hand to cover our lesson, so they just told us to either stay in the classroom or go fuck off somewhere else. Well they didn't tell us to fuck off, but that's basically what they meant.

"Bleach."

"Bleach?" Mineta asked confused, "You are naming your series Bleach?"

I nodded at that. "Yep. Prepare to meet Ichigo, our protagonist who has the ability to see ghosts and other spirits. After a run in with a girl named Rukia, he becomes a 'Soul Reaper,' a Shinigami and he fights many demons, or in this case 'Hollows' - The spirits of dead people who haven't moved on from our world. Are you interested?" Both of them nodded their heads at that.

"Oh shit, that sounds cool as fuck!" Kaminari yelled, "When will you publish the first chapter?"

"Hopefully next week. I gave Tokoyami the script and the storyboards for the first three chapters, and he's been doing God's work. Honestly, he's amazing at drawing. I nearly cried when I looked at the first chapter fully drawn out." That was because Tokoyami's art resembled the original art of Bleach so much that I cried out of pure nostalgia. How many years had it been since I'd last read a chapter of it? And Tokoyami managed to ace the art style already, with such ease that I now looked at him with respect.

Not that I didn't already respect him beforehand, but now he was even more worthy of my respect. Tokoyami-dono was what I referred to him as, a nice little joke between the two of us.

"Do you think it'll be picked up by a publishing company?" Ojiro asked from beside me, "Because it does sound pretty cool for a manga. Knowing your ideas and Tokoyami's art, I reckon it'll be a big hit in our school, so it has a chance to become a hit across Japan." I nodded at that, ideally that was the plan. Which was why we were going to do two series at once, but both Tokoyami and I realised how difficult it would actually be. I could produce the script and storyboards for the chapters on time, and he could draw them easily as well.

It was just that both he and I weren't all too pleased with the outcomes.

We both knew that we could do better, no we wanted to do better, which was why we decided to draw Bleach instead. It also helped that I remembered Bleach much more vividly than the two series, so it was easier for me to write everything out as well. Plus I could relate to Ichigo much more now that I had a shitty hair colour as well, the 'Strawberry' insult was taken directly from my own experiences, after all I was called a 'Blueberry' every now and then when I was younger.

"Yeah, I reckon it will." I said confidently, after all Bleach was a super successful series. I'd make sure that people will give it the proper respect it deserves in this world, "Tokoyami is very excited to draw Bleach out. Especially since I've told him what I'm planning to write in the future, he desperately wants this to be a success as much as I do." I couldn't wait for us to get to the 'Final Getsuga Tenshou.' Hell, I was just excited to be basically writing Bleach.

"Yeah, well as excited as I am to read your work…" Mineta pulled out a book from his bag rather ominously, throwing it on the ground with a smirk on his face as Ojiro, Kaminari and I stared in shock at what he brought out. "I think we can all agree that this is the good shit, the creme-de-la-creme if you know what I mean." Mineta boasted as he pointed at a recent porn magazine. But this wasn't just any porn magazine, no interspersed with the pictures of hot real life women was also doujins featuring popular characters from anime, manga and games.

The mad lad actually had the balls to bring this sacred piece of treasure into school, into our school with tons of opposition awaiting him. Aizawa-sensei, most of the staff in general, Yaoyorozu and Iida, all the girls in our class apart from Mina who loved this stuff and Midoriya, who was the outlier and was too innocent to know about this. Beside me, I could see Ojiro grinning as he caressed the issue very softly, his breath hitched as he stared excitedly at the magazine in front of him.

"Mineta," He started, "Perhaps I've been too harsh on you."

"Yep! Don't you dare ever try and mock me ever again, I may be a loser virgin, but I'm a loser virgin with excellent taste, and I can buy the very best magazine's!" He was right in a sense, especially as Kaminari put him in a friendly headlock and called him the greatest of all time. Ojiro was too busy flipping through the pages, showing us what he thought were the best looking girls.

"No, no," I shook my head at him, pointing at the hot purple haired girl that was covered in oil, "She's definitely the best looking one. Followed by that blonde, jeez she could step on me if she wanted to."

Ojiro hummed, flicking to the next page as he whistled at a fiery redhead, his tail wagging slightly behind him. "I mean just look at her, perfect face as well. Look, her Quirk makes her grow wings, so she calls herself a succubus. What perfection, am I right?" I nodded at him, I had to agree with him on this.

"Hey, stop hogging the magazine to yourselves!" Kaminari exclaimed, grabbing the issue from us as he laid it down on the floor so that all four of us could see equally. "Now let's start from the beginning and review each page carefully. No touching ourselves, sorry, but this isn't for private consumption-,"

"Oh shut up already, as if anyone would rub one out here of all places!" Mineta complained, "Now hurry up and flick to the start! This cost me seven-hundred Yen, so you bastards better pay up!" I grumbled, fishing for some money in my pockets as I passed him two-hundred Yen and a few sweets, which Mineta gratefully took. Kaminari and Ojiro quickly followed my example, and soon enough we were all reading the magazine enthusiastically, reviewing each model.

"Her breasts look perky." Ojiro commented.

"Oh man, she could sit on me." Mineta whispered wistfully.

"Why do all these models have to be older than us? Why can't they be our age so we can date them!" Kaminari complained loudly.

"Holy shit, she's cute as fuck." I said, thinking back to another girl that vaguely had some resemblance to her.

We then got to the doujin aspect of the magazine, and instantly we all grinned at each other. Oh if those models were the starter, then this was definitely the main course. Multiple panels of famous female, and even some male characters being put in sexual situations made us laugh as we pointed out how stupid it really was.

"Oh please, as if V.V would be put in that position. Why would she betray Nenouch?"

"Why is Himeno being double teamed? As if she'd do that to her boyfriend, nah this is just plain bad."

"Have these people even understood Hina's character? Because they clearly haven't if they think she is this promiscuous."

"Really? Risette liking old men? What the fuck is this shit, did they even play the game? She's afraid of men because of her trauma, as if she'd be doing any of this."

Suffice to say we all critiqued the shit in front of us, and we all grew closer with each turning page. And when one of us liked it, the rest of us piled on them, sometimes using our words, and other times jumping on them and punching them. All in all, it was a fun distraction before our exams. Especially since Mineta and I had prepared Kaminari the best we could.

---

Exams at U.A functioned similarly to exams anywhere else. That is to say that they were a pain in the arse, and that I wanted to kill whoever first came up with the idea for examinations at the end of each term. It truly was hell on Earth for us, especially since we had less than a week before our first exam. Now I was smart yes, but even I was feeling the pressure as I nervously tapped my pen against my desk.

"So," Yaoyorozu addressed the class, she was giving her 'homeroom report' that consisted of notices she had been given throughout the day as well as her own personal notices, "I've heard that many of you, mostly Mina, are worried about your exams. Thus, I felt that it was prudent that we hold a few study sessions together beforehand. Raise your hand up if you would like to attend one with me-," She was cut off as nearly everyone raised up their hands.

"PLEASE PICK ME!" Mina yelled loudly, clapping her hands together as she grabbed Yaoyorozu's shirt rather dramatically, "I need your help Yaomomo! PLEASE! Or else I'll fail, and you don't want me to fail, right? Didn't you say that failure leads to death? I don't want to die, I'm way too young!"

"I-, That was Sora who said that-,"

"PLEASE YAOMOMO! I'LL DO ANYTHING FOR YOU! I'LL GIVE YOU TEN-MILLION FOOT MASSAGES, I'LL BUY YOU FOOD, I'LL-,"

"None of that will be necessary," Yaoyorozu cut in, "Honestly, I already told you that I was going to help you. I'm just inviting other people who need help as well, that's all." Mina nodded at her, sitting back down with a smile plastered across her face. She had claimed Yaoyorozu's revision session for herself, which meant that us boys had no chance of attending it! Especially when other girls jumped at the opportunity to join, making it even more clear that we weren't invited!

I gulped nervously, Yaoyorozu was an invaluable revision partner. Not only did she have everything memorised, but she could produce a set of flash-cards in a matter of minutes for whatever subject you asked for. To be frank, she was a crutch used by people like me who were too lazy to make our own revision notes, and who studied a week before the exam praying for the best.

"Oh, well, if this many people are coming, we might as well hold it at my home. I think the study room there should be able to hold all of us," You mean all six girls, leaving the rest of us to fend for ourselves. It didn't help when Bakugo went up on the podium and shouted that all the boys had to come revise with him, and that he'd teach us until we bleed out to death from our ears. He also said that if we didn't attend, he'd kill us.

How virtuous.

"I'm afraid that I must decline," I told him, "Mineta and I have Kaminari covered."

"Tch, I'll kill you if you don't attend! What part of that don't yo understand?!"

"Mate, I don't attend detentions. Let alone a study session you are holding, I'm sorry If I attend I'll be too busy staring at your hot mother, and fantasising about fucking her in your bedroom-," Bakugo lashed out at me, grabbing his chair and throwing it in my direction. If it wasn't for Tsuyu using her tongue to grab the chair in mid-air… Well, I'm sure I'd be fine. It was off target anyway, it was probably going to hit Sero behind me anyways.

Kaminari laughed at Bakugo, which only enraged him even further.

"Ha, you have a hot Mum! MILF, MILF! Is your Mum the horny MILF that wants to fuck in my neighbourhood?" Kaminari added, grinning at Bakugo who spewed out a bunch of insults at Kaminari, some of which I hadn't even heard before as I laughed at the two of them. Ah, if only we had exams in less than a week…

"Kaminari! Baugo! Cease your tomfoolery at once, you are shaming our class with your childish antics!" Iida chided from across the class, glaring at the two of them to behave. Kaminari apologised, and Bakugo, well he just swore at Iida and sat back down in his seat angrily. Not that I could blame him, if I had a Mum as hot as he did-,

You know what, I'm not going to finish that thought.

"Alright then, so we have all decided on what we are going to do, right? Again remember that this is just for the theory exams, our last exam is a foundational Hero studies practical exam. We can't really revise that."

"We could fight each other to the death, I think that counts." I said.

"No Sora, fighting each other to the death is not revision. In fact, that is the opposite of revision."

"Well that's my idea gone down the drain."

Tokyami nodded at that, "Aye, I wilt concur with Sora. Fighting to our death seemeth liketh a valorous idea, I must insist that you change your decision Yaoyrozu." See, at least one person understood where I was coming from!

"Tokoyami, no one will be fighting each other to the death. This isn't some silly manga that you read while you are supposed to be doing work in class, nor is this some silly RPG that has you fighting God at the end of the game." Yaoyorozu told us, "Have I made myself clear? If I catch any of you attempting to do so, I'll throw you in detention myself."

I raised my hand.

"Yes?"

"Well, I'm supposed to have detention for the rest of the term, but I'm too busy not attending them. So I'd appreciate it if you could give me a detention for the rest of the term as well, because then I'll have a valid excuse of not attending them. I can't attend them both at the same time, and attending one shows favouritism. Since I'm all for equality, I'll be nice and not attend either."

Yaoyorozu whined frustratedly as she pointed her finger at me accusingly. "You shut up! Attend your detentions or else I'll personally drag you to them and make sure you are supervised myself!"

"You won't find me."

"I can make trackers Sora, do you honestly think I won't be able to find you?"

"So you will stalk me?"

"Wha-, Where did you get that idea from?"

"You said you would make trackers to track me!"

"SO YOU COULD ATTEND DETENTION, NOT FOR ME TO STALK YOU! WHAT PART OF THAT DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?!" She yelled at me, rubbing her temples angrily to try and calm herself down. Jeez, she was cranky during the exam season. Makes sense after all, she wanted to ace all her tests, and also make sure that we all at least passed so that our class wouldn't be looked at with contempt by the other classes.

"To be frank, all of it." I replied.

"I-, I give up. I can't deal with you anymore. Just… just leave. Go." Yaoyorozu then sat back down where she normally sat with a frown on her face. Wow, I guess I broke her. Well, that was rather easy. But that meant that everything went according to my plan, after all I had my practical drivers license in an hour, so I needed to cut from school earlier than usual.

I grabbed my bag, throwing it over my shoulder as I raised up my middle finger to Kaminari and Mineta. "Haha bitches, I now get to go early-," Before I could finish my sentence, Jiro stuck her leg out from underneath her table, tripping me up. The whole class was silent as I lay down on the floor, staring at the ceiling in surprise, before they all burst out laughing. Even Yaoyorozu tried to hide her smirk away from me.

"Aw man, that hurt!" I complained.

"Maybe you shouldn't try and bunk school." Jiro replied.

"Maybe you should keep your legs closed!" Jiro kicked me on the floor for that.

"OW! What was that for?"

"Did you call me a whore?"

"Why would I call you a whore you stupid bit-, OW, stop kicking me!"

"Don't call me a 'stupid bitch.' Maybe then I won't kick you."

"I was going to call you a stupid idiot!"

"Last I checked, 'idiot' doesn't start with a b."

I sat up from the floor, using her desk as support. She was grinning at me as I leaned forward and poked her forehead.

"Well, last I checked the music you listen to sounds like shit put in a blender."

"You take that back! What does the music I listen to have to do with me kicking you in the first place?" She kicked me in the shins for that.

"Fucking hell, you violent psychopath! Won't you just-,"

"You know," Uraraka began, "They really argue like an old married couple."

"WE AREN'T MARRIED FOR FUCKS SAKE!" Jiro and I shouted at the same time, before glaring at each other yet again.

"Why did you say what I said?" I asked her.

"You just copied what I was saying, as always!" She replied.

"Well, maybe if you were a little original you-," I was cut off as Hagakure pushed me from behind, and I wasn't able to stop myself in time as I fell on top of Jiro, the both of us falling to the floor as she screamed in surprise. Gah, I was so going to get Hagakure back for that-, Huh, where was my hand? No. Nonononono! NO! I opened my left eye, and looked at Jiro's face, which was getting redder by the second.

I then looked down, and sure enough my hand was placed on her chest.

"I-, er. Well Jiro, the thing is that-,

---

I messily wrapped the gift up, making sure to tape it all together properly. It still looked horribly, with odd bits of tape sticking out. Well, I couldn't tape for shit, but I didn't think that I'd be this bad. I sighed, taking a look at my phone, June the Twenty Ninth. It was a Sunday, and for once we didn't have school today. It was also Kaminari's birthday, and I was going over to his house for a party.

I had to make sure it was perfect, especially because of what he got me for my own birthday.

He bought me a figure of 'Crow,' a hero who's secretly a villain, but then becomes a hero for real when the protagonist beats him up. 'Crow' was cool. It wasn't a cheap figure either, no, just looking online made my eyes widen in surprise at just how expensive this figure was around thirty-thousand Yen. Of course I couldn't cheap out on my friend, and so I had bought him a gift in the similar price range… even if it did take out a huge dent in my savings. Bah, you only live once.

Or in my case, twice.

Semantics.

I placed his gift inside my bag, and immediately regretted it as I nodded at Jiro and Yaoyorozu, who for some reason were at my house already.

"I thought we were going to meet at the train station?" I asked them.

"We were," Jiro replied, sipping on some tea that Hinata must have made for her. "But then your mother said that she would drive us to Kaminari's house so that we wouldn't have to pay anything."

"Bullshit!" I glared at Hinata's direction. "You said that I needed to take the train or else I'll always get lost! Bullshit! I can bullshit!"

"Sora, I can't allow you to take two young, impressionable girls with you on the train." My mother replied, "Especially when you said that the party would finish at approximately ten PM."

"Tch, whatever." I replied, grabbing my own keys. "I'm taking my bike if you are driving though. I might as well use it now that I passed my test." Ever since I passed my driving test, I had used most of my money and some money from Gekko and Hinata to purchase a moped for myself. A top end moped, not some shitty one that old grannies used. No, mine was the real deal.

"Fine, but you better stay behind us or else I'll ground you for a week. No detours! Actually, would one of you please ride with Sora so that he doesn't make the wrong turn?" Hinata turned to Jiro and Yayorozu, hopeful that one of them would take the bait. I knew what she was trying to do, she was trying to set me up with a girlfriend! She always said how she wanted 'grandkids' from me, always mentioning how I have 'so many female friends' and that I should 'hurry up and date them!'

"I'll be fine on my own-,"

"If you don't mind Mrs Yamazaki, I'll make sure your son doesn't get lost." Yaoyorozu interjected. "Plus, I am quite intrigued in how Sora would conduct himself on the road. It might be selfish for me to be asking this, but I would very much like to take a ride with Sora on his new contraption." Hinata agreed immediately, and with Jiro riding with my mother, I had to jump on my brand new, beautiful moped.

It was silver, not too far off the colour of my hair, with a maroon leather seat and the kanji for 'sky' plastered on both sides of the casing around the rear wheel. I only had one helmet, a black motorcycle helmet for 'extra protection' as Hinata put it. And so, I made sure that Yaoyorozu wore it as I revved up the bike.

"Don't you need to wear a helmet as well?" She asked me.

"Nah," I grinned at her, "Just hold on tight."

"Of course."

And with that, I took off trailing behind Hinata's car. Every now and then, I would see Jiro turn around in her seat to make sure that I was still following them, but even then I started to forget that Jiro was even in the car in front of us. Not as Yaoyorozu's grip on me tightened, and I could feel her breasts press up against my chest. Was this a sign from God? Was I the anointed one?

God, I thank you.

You truly do exist.

Was it hard? Oh of course it was fucking hard, what sort of question is that. Especially as she scooted closer and closer to me, I wistfully dreamed that her hands would go lower, and lower to-, DRIVE SORA, FOCUS ON THE ROAD IN FRONT OF YOU! Temptation was man's greatest sin, and I now knew why. How the fuck could I focus when I had those… two melons resting on my back? And it wasn't like Yaoyorozu was apologising for it, no she was a tease!

Constantly pushing them up and down!

We hadn't even gone over any speed bumps, so what the fuck was she trying to do?! Wait, WAIT! Don't tell me she was afraid?! Oh God, she was afraid of being on a bike, and so she tried to be brave and face her fear head on, didn't she? But no, she was scared shitless. And now here I was, paying the price. If only I could switch places with Mineta, wherever the bastard was. I'm sure that he would cream himself if he was in my position, or at least stop the vehicle, take off the shirt, smell it and then rub one out at it.

No.

Not even he would do that.

Jeez, I really have a twisted mind.

Eventually we made our way to Kaminari's house, a simple two-story house near the corner of a street. Apparently his parents had moved to Musutafu since they got a new job here, which was why he was able to attend U.A in the first place. But he was originally from Saitama, which was a little far out, but not too far that a move seemed stupid. I mean seriously, imagine relocating from somewhere up north to Tokyo, that would be a hassle and a half.

I parked my moped near his drive, and hoped that a cop wouldn't appear out of thin air to give me a ticket. Yaoyorozu got off, and I could have sworn that she contemplated kissing the very ground beneath her feet.

"So," I grabbed the helmet off her, "Did ya' like it?"

"I never want to sit on that death contraption ever again!" She told me.

"Oh come on, I wasn't that bad of a driver."

"True. Rather, I felt unsafe watching everyone else drive around you." She explained, "I can trust you to drive safely, even if for some reason you did decide to go over the speed limit a couple times. What I cannot trust are those moronic sheep who decide to cut in front of other cars without signing to them at first, or those other imbeciles who decide to just try to overtake others for fun."

"It was fun."

She vehemently disagreed with me, promising me that she wouldn't be taking the journey back to my house with me. Which meant that either I was going to go alone, or that Jiro was going to ride behind me… late at night… on a Sunday… in June… Oh my God, that was everything I ever wanted. All that was needed was a J-pop song to play in the background and it would be perfect for an anime ending theme. Preferably when the sun was setting to add to the mood.

Maybe a few ghostly outlines of other major characters appearing behind us as smoke as we drove forwards? Eh, well I had a party to attend. Kaminari was wearing a party hat as he greeted us, whistling at the sight of my moped. After all, he had only seen it in pictures, and not in real life.

"Dude, is that my present?" He joked.

"Fuck off. You lay a finger on her, and I'll cut it off and make you eat it." I then gave him my poorly wrapped present, which shocked the three of them. "What? Did you think I wouldn't buy a present? Do you really think that I'm that poor?!"

"No," Mineta answered from behind us, which meant that he had gotten the train all alone, "But you are pretty stingy with your money. I mean, you did take our money for the bet you won. I bet you used that money to buy his gift, didn't you?"

"Pfft, I used that money to buy my moped and some games." I replied, "I bought Kaminari's gift using my savings. Come on now, put some respect on my name. I wouldn't take money from Kaminari, only to use that money to buy him a gift. That being said, ignore the shitty tape. I swear I tried my hardest, but that shit just wouldn't stick together. Fucking bullshit."

"Haha," Kaminari laughed, accepting my gift as he ripped it open only to reveal… a box. I smirked as he opened the box, only to another box within it. And when he opened that box, another smaller box greeted him.

"Did you just buy me a bunch of boxes?" He asked me.

"Fuck no, keep on opening them."

"Why?"

"I bought you something cool as hell."

"It better not be porn."

"Dude, if I can waste thirty-thousand Yen on porn I'd be rich as hell. But I'm not." Yaoyorozu and Jiro glared at me for that comment, "Oh please you two! Don't act so innocent! I've seen what you watch Jiro, so don't go acting all disgusting when I know for a fact that you touch yourself to-,"

She covered my mouth before I could finish that sentence.

"I will stab you until you bleed to death." She warned me.

Kaminari eventually found his gift, some premium tickets to a concert where his favourite artist was the headline act. Even more than that, it also allowed him to meet the artist backstage and take pictures with him. To say that he was stunned was an understatement, especially when he looked up at me with a bright smile plastered across his face, his eyes telling me all I needed to know.

"Sora, thank you."

Apart from that, the party was a blast. We played spin the bottle, but instead of kissing the person it landed on, we punched them instead. Fuck, Jiro had a mean right hook. We then had some cake and despite my dislike of cake, I managed to eat a slice. We then put on some movie in the background and talked for a bit, totally ignoring our impending exams that would start on Tuesday, the first of July.

The highlight of the party was definitely when Kaminari's younger sister, a black haired six year old girl with the cutest golden eyes ever, sat on his lap and made him introduce us to her, interrupting him as she called Jiro and Yaoyorozu 'pretty', calling Mineta 'normal' and me 'short.' Needless to say that Kaminari's little sister would never call me 'short' ever again.

Eventually we had to say farewell to Kaminari, and we left his house, Mineta going to the train station as he lived on the other side of Musutafu, too far for Hinata to drive him home. Yaoyorozu said that her parents were expecting her home soon, so Hinata said that she was going to drive her home first, which meant that I had to take Jiro home all by myself.

And that was where the problems began.

"You better not do some crazy shit Sora."

"Like what?"

"Like driving at insane speeds, racing some other person, acting cocky, crashing into cars, trying to run people over-" Like I'd ever do that! I wasn't a criminal! "-use your Quirk to boost your speed, go on your phone while driving, get lost, run a red light or decide that you want to break harshly so that I can fall on top of you and you can 'cop a feel!'"

"What am I, some idiot to try and grope you in public?"

"No, you aren't. But you could sneakily make it seem like an 'accident,' you are that smart."

I revved my engines, smiling as her grip around me tightened. "Well don't worry your pretty little head about that, I'm a man. And a real man never touches a woman when they don't want to be touched! I think. Does that sound right to you?"

"Just drive before I decide to drive myself."

"Roger that!"

I didn't tell her that her breasts were resting on my back. Even if they weren't as big as Yaoyorozu's, Jiro's were definitely better. Smaller, but more special. And so, I was able to drive more carefully, with a smile on my face as she held onto me like her life depended on it. Oh yeah, this was definitely worth it. We stopped by the Musutafu general bridge, which was oddly empty at this time.

"Hey, the view here is really pretty!" She said to me as she got off the bike to stretch her legs and leaned against the railings. The sky was orange as the sun had begun to set, and the moon could be seen in the sky above us. "Sora, do you mind taking a picture of me?" Jiro asked me, not meeting my eyes for some odd reason.

"Sure." I replied, pulling out my phone as I zoomed in on her.

"H-how do I look?" She asked me, trying out different poses.

"Good. Really good."

"A-are you sure?"

I lowered my phone to stare at her, Jiro was clutching her jacket lightly as she refused to meet my eyes. "Hmm, yeah I'm sure. You are good looking, I'm convinced of that. Didn't we already have this conversation before, or am I being stupid again?" She snorted at that, but she still didn't turn around to face me.

"Hey Sora… do you feel like we should be living our lives like everyone else?" She asked me suddenly, before sighing heavily. "Shit, that came out wrong. I mean, do you feel like coming to U.A has stopped us from living our lives normally? I mean, all of our friends from middle school are doing great. Renji, Genji and Kenji have gotten scholarships for sport, and Miwa is scary smart. Saki, Sakura, Makoto and Keiko all have boyfriends now, not to mention that they have even more friends compared to before. I just feel like…" She trailed off near the end, staring at the city with an odd look on her face.

Jealousy.

"Sorta," I honestly replied, "I mean everyone from our middle school is doing well. I feel kinda guilty that I haven't met with them in some time, but we are all so busy that the best we can do is text each other. But even then, it's becoming more sporadic. But I guess that's just growing up, right? Even if they are travelling down a different path compared to us, we will still be friends. Even if we don't speak as much as we used to anymore, our love for each other will never fade away."

"I guess," Jiro said. "But, what if we just drifted away? Because, that's what I feel like is happening. No one really messages our group chat anymore, and it wasn't like we planned anything for your birthday. Hell, they didn't even say happy birthday to you in person, did they?"

"Do they need to say it to me in person, Jiro?"

"W-well, saying happy birthday to a friend would be better in person as opposed to text."

"True, but I was in Tokyo. I get what you mean, it feels like while we are out doing dangerous shity, they are living out their youth. What, you think I don't want a girlfriend to take joy rides with on my sick, new bike? But that's not on my cards for me."

"And why's that?" Jiro asked me, "I'm sure that if you asked out any girl in our class, they'd at least entertain the thought of being in a relationship with you. Hell, I could help you if you'd like, so what's the issue? Don't tell me that you think that you are ugly?!" I snickered at that, shaking my head at her.

"Nah, nothing like that. Just… it's not the right time and place ya' know." I told her, "Plus, I wouldn't want to get with anyone in our class." Well, anyone apart from you, but I couldn't tell her that.

"Why not?" She sat down next to me, "The girls in our class are really pretty you know."

"They are," I agreed with her, "They also have a really good personality. I'd be lucky to get in a relationship with any of them."

"So why won't you?"

I swayed on my seat, smiling as I stared directly at the fading sun. "Because I don't need a girlfriend right now, ya' know? I have my whole life ahead of me, so having one now wouldn't make a huge difference."

"But, wouldn't you be able to live your youth like everyone else? Like the non-hero students? Like how we should be living our lives, with no cares in the world. I guess that's what sucks to be a hero, not being able to live your life out fully." She muttered, "Maybe then I wouldn't be so jealous of everyone else. Even the other girls in our class seem to be flirting with the boys in the other classes, while I just…"

I pointed at one of the clouds on top of us.

"Hey, doesn't that look like a bird?"

"Hm? I guess it does." She whispered to me. "But what does that have to do with our conversation?

"If you want to live your life, then live it Jiro." I got up from the bike and leaned against the railing, sitting on it as I stared back at the girl sitting on my bike. "The only person that can change your life is yourself, if you feel unfulfilled then go and try and find a boyfriend or something. Maybe a girlfriend if you swing that way." God I hope not. Please.

"I'm not gay!" She yelled at me, "D-don't say things like that. I like boys, okay? Jeez, if you weren't such a bastard maybe I'd even like you…" She quickly realised what she said as she immediately groaned at the gleeful expression on my face. "Don't, just don't Sora! This is supposed to be a serious conversation."

"So then, why not go out with me?" I don't know what possessed me to say it, but I had to ask her at least once. "Or am I that unattractive to you? This is all hypothetical by the way, I don't actually like you like that." I lied to her, gritting my teeth and ignoring the feeling in my heart that simply wouldn't go away.

"No, you are fine." She replied, nodding to herself. "More than fine. You are handsome in your own way, and even if you scowl a lot, it's not like you actually mean it. You can be a total dork sometimes, but when you do 'nerd-out' it's usually really cute. Like a kid in a candy store, which brings me to another point. You love sweets so much that it's practically any girl's dream to go into a sweet shop with you, whenever they would be craving anything sweet you would jump on the idea immediately. Plus, you give off the impression that you would constantly be giving your partner love and attention."

"That's what makes me good?"

She nodded. "Yep, unfortunately you are also stupid. Suicidal as well, to the point where you would probably take a bullet for your partner. No, you would. There is saving someone, and then there is what you do, which is something entirely different. You try to help everyone, especially if it hurts you. Your partner will totally get minor heart attacks every few days because of your actions, and that's not to mention that at times you can be pretty heartless. You'd do anything for someone, hell I wouldn't doubt that if I asked you to kill someone that you would follow through with it to try and 'keep my hands clean.' That's just who you are."

I laughed at that. She was right in a sense, I'd definitely help her with whatever she needed, but I wouldn't kill someone. But that doesn't mean that I'd report her to the authorities, no that was something I couldn't do. "Fair enough. I guess that's also why I don't want a girlfriend right now, I'd hurt them accidentally, and then I'd feel guilty. Can you just imagine the amount of stupid shit I'd do to try and make it up to them."

Jiro giggled at that, "Yeah, you would totally fly up to their rooms and write them a poem or something."

"Hey, I don't write poems! That's so un-cool!"

"You take that back!" She shot back, "Poem's are romantic. You wouldn't understand, but just know if a man ever writes me a poem, I'd marry them in a heartbeat." Interesting. I was storing this information for a later date. Maybe I should start brushing up on my poetry? No, then it would be too bait that I liked her. I had to do this secretly, so that she could never know.

"...Sora?"

"Hm, what's up."

"Can you take another picture of me?" This time she got up from the bike and hugged my arm, startling me in the process. "Or rather, can you take a picture of us together? Even if we grow older, and our friends all grow up, I never want to forget you. To forget our friendship. Is that selfish of me?"

"Nah," I replied, "I want the same thing as well, Kyoka. To remember our friendship for the rest of our life, maybe even in the after life." She punched me in the arm for that, but the smile on her face didn't fade away as she leaned her head on my shoulder. Oh man, was it hot or what? No, just me? Oh man, this wasn't good. Was my heart fluttering? Why was my stomach feeling weird, what does this mean?

Argh, I hate this.

Why was puberty such a bitch!

"Sora, promise me that you won't stop talking to me."

"Why would I ever want to stop talking to you?"

"If you find a prettier girl to be your friend, or if you just don't like me anymore. You know, normal things." I laughed loudly at that, flicking her ear in response which made her angry, causing her to punch me in the arm lightly. "What was that for? Are you trying to make me scratch your bike?"

"Jiro, do you honestly think I'd leave you?"

She didn't answer that. Maybe having our middle school friends go on different paths to us affected her more than I thought. I guess she really was afraid of losing me, not due to death, but because of me leaving her. Tch, as if I'd do that! I jumped from the railings onto my bike, grabbing my helmet as I threw it at her, Jiro barely catching it in time. I stared directly at her, smiling at just how pretty she actually was.

Which was why it hurt me so much that I couldn't ask her out.

Jiro could handle herself, I did believe that. I just didn't believe in my own abilities to make her truly happy, not when I worried her practically every time I went to fight someone. Not when I had so many people interested in me, and not when I hadn't built a future for Jiro to be truly happy in. Still, even if she found someone else that would make her happy, that was enough for me.

"Jiro, I promise you that I'll never leave you." I told her as her smile widened, "You could never make me not like you, and beauty is subjective. Trust me on this, I think that you are one of the prettiest girls I know, even if you try to deny it all the damn time. Now get on, or else your dad will skin me the next time he sees me."

She nodded at that, looking more confident compared to before as she got on my bike and wrapped her arms around me once again. "I won't forget you either Sora," She whispered to me, "So don't go doubting me either! I might not be as strong as you, or as brave. But I'll stick with you through thick and thin like always, so don't go trying to write me off as some princess!"

Ha, I guess she really was just like me.

I revved my bike, smirking as I drove across the bridge once again.

"Don't worry princess, I'd never think of you as so weak."

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Our written exams went well, or as well as we had prepared for. I mostly struggled with science, but I was positive that I had at least passed chemistry and physics, with only biology that I was unsure of. Questions about photosynthesis were my weakness, I now knew that for sure. Everyone else seemed to be equally as confident as me, even Kaminari who came out of the English exam with a smile on his face.

Apparently, playing games together only using English to communicate helped him immensely.

Soon enough, we had to face our final exam.

"You want us to fight who?"

I yawned as nearly everyone in the glass stared at Aizawa-sensei in shock. Oh wow, we were going to be fighting against our teachers. What a shocker, I totally didn't see this coming… Maybe I should fake a look of surprise? Nah, that would just be disingenuous of me. Still, I waited for Aizawa to call out our placements for the exam. Jiro went with Koda to fight against Present Mic, Kaminari and Mina were going against Nezu, Sero and Mineta were going up against Midnight and I-,

I was with Kirishima, fighting against Cementoss.

Huh.

That wasn't that bad of a matchup. I wished good luck to everyone as I walked to Kirishima, both of us excited to be on the same team. Our match was second to last, which meant that we got to watch everyone else's exams first. Or, we should have, but instead Kirishima and I kept on making plans on how to fight Cementoss and beat him easily.

"Okay! So I'll punch him really hard, and you can cut him!"

"Yeah! And then maybe I should set him on fire?"

"How manly! Maybe I should set him on fire with you?"

"Uhm, how are you going to do that?"

"I'll rub my hands very quickly and cause some friction. Isn't that how you start a campfire?"

I shrugged my shoulders at that. "I don't know, but that sounds like it could work! Maybe I'll fly on top of him, and you can jump down and punch him."

"Ah, like whack-a-mole?"

"Yeah!"

"Sweet dude! We are really going to show everyone how manly the two of us are, like an old fashioned manga! The two bro's, punching everyone away with their skills! Okay, so here's my catchphrase for when we beat Cementoss: 'Defeat you? Haven't you already realised, the first step you took in this ring meant that you were already dead.' How's that sound? Manly, am I right?"

I nodded at him. "Fuck yeah dude! That sounds cool as hell, now I have to think of a catchphrase. Hm…"

"How about: 'Your defeat was decided the moment you challenged me to a fight.' That's manly, right?"

"Yeah, but I don't know if that fits me, ya' know. 'Cementoss, the only reason you lost this fight was because you pissed me the fuck off,' doesn't roll off the toungue as much as I'd hoped."

"Hm," Kirishima stroked his chin as he thought of a line for me to say, "How about, 'I'll see you in hell.' Wait, that doesn't sound right…"

"Oh!" I jumped up and down excitedly, "I know what to say! 'You can't pay back what you owe with money… So here's the receipt. Keep the fucking change.' I can say that after we have pummelled him, and it sounds so badass! All I need to do is make him talk about money, and then the line makes sense!" Kirishima and I hi-fived each other as we kept on talking about how cool and manly our victory is going to look.

"Ahem." We turned around to look at Aizawa-sensei, having come back from his fight with Todoroki and Yaoyorozu. He looked beat up, but at the same time he also had an odd look on his face. "As amusing as your conversation is, I've been calling your names for the past five minutes. If you don't hurry up and get to the arena in a minute, I'm failing you both. Go. Now."

Kirishima and I rushed to the arena, and luckily Cementoss was waiting for us. Jeez, that was embarrassing. "Remember the plan?" I asked Kirishima, who nodded at me confidently. Heh, we had this in the bag. "Alright then, it's time to make history Kirishima-, Red Riot.'"

"Let's get this show on the road, Aozora!" Kirishima yelled, banging his chest excitedly as Cementoss sighed in response.

"Why is it that I always get the over-excited ones." Our opponent whispered, preparing himself for a fight as we waited for the count down to reach zero. The only other fight left was Midoriya and Bakugo against All Might, but I already knew how that would pan out. Even if Midoriya's self confidence is a little low, I had faith in him. Three… Two… One… and start!

I immediately created a Cloud construct, and Kirishima jumped on top of it as I flew us high up to avoid Cementoss's attacks. I handed Kirishima's handcuffs over to him, as he hardened his skin and jumped off the construct. I watched as he fell on top of Cementoss, who was not expecting Kirishima to do something so brash. I grinned at that, and followed after my partner as I flew a little lower and started to pick off bits from my construct, twisting them into many small familiar constructs and launched them at him.

"Truth Seeking Orbs!" I yelled, watching as each ball hit Cementoss with enough force to shatter some of the walls he had made. Oh, I didn't know they were that strong, but that only made me grin even harder as I jumped off my construct, and converted it all into as many 'Truth Seeking Orbs' as I could. "KIRISHIMA, GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!" I yelled as he jumped to the side, watching as tens of Truth Seeking Orbs flew towards Cementoss.

Oh yeah, we had this in the bag-,

I couldn't react as a wall shaped like a fist erupted from the ground and punched me directly in the face. I wasn't able to regain my concentration as my constructs disappeared mid-air, and Kirishima's grin was wiped from his face. Tch, I spat out some blood as I glared at our teacher, who seemed to be apologetic but highly amused at the same time. This wasn't going to be as easy as I had thought.

But, that only made me more excited.

These past few months, hell even these past few years had taught me something. Something I didn't realise until now. I truly loved fighting, every second of it. I truly enjoyed fighting against strong opponents, even if I was scared, even if I was trembling. And so, looking at Cementoss as he quickly took care of Kirishima as well, I grinned to myself knowing that this was going to be a good fight.

I made another Cloud construct, and this time scooped Kirishima up from the ground as I flew around the city, hoping to shake Cementoss off. Sadly, I wasn't able to do so as Cementoss slammed his hands on the ground, causing cement to rise up like a wave and follow us. Tch, what a fucking insane Quirk. U.A really had the best sparring partners a man could ask for.

"We need a new plan," Kirishima huffed out, "I tried punching him really hard but it did nothing. I even tried to cuff him, but his walls are a pain."

"Well, I can always topple a building on him."

"Are you serious?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Remember that giant cleaver I made during the obstacle course that took out one of the robots? Well if I make one a little bigger, I could probably cause a building to topple on top of him."

"But wouldn't that give him the advantage?"

Oh right. He can control cement, and buildings are made from it. Stupid me. "Maybe I should set him on fire?" I asked, and Kirishima nodded at me.

"Alright, I'll try and cuff him, while you come from behind and set him on fire." And with that Kirishima jumped off the construct, yet again, meeting Cementoss in the middle of a street. I circled around the building and gathered as much Nimbus as I could. I had both my bokuto, and the tach that Mei and I had built. I could set my bokuto on fire, but that would get rid of one of my support items.

Plus, I had a different plan for the bokuto.

I landed on top of a roof as I watched Kirishima distract Cementoss down below, and I pulled out the tachi. Kazekiri, 'The Wind Cutter.' The metal used to forge this blade was strong, so I knew that it wouldn't melt. I wasn't sure I could get my flames to a level at which I could even burn the blade, not without killing myself in the process. I pulled down the handle, and a familiar light greeted me around the edges.

Kirishima was strong, strong enough to fight Cementoss alone for a minute or two. Especially as he kept on breaking the cement walls our teacher put up like they were nothing. He was counting on me, so I couldn't disappoint him now!

I closed my eyes, breathing heavily as I could feel my Nimbus float in the air around me.

My hand.

A quick jolt of pain told me that my sacrifice had been deemed necessary. My left hand was broken, and I quickly tore a part of my top to wrap my left hand around my tachi. I could use my right hand to cuff Cementoss, and I knew exactly what to do to put him in that position. The Nimbus that was once floating, swirled behind me as it flew towards my blade, coating it in a red fire that mixed with the shining blue edges from my sword that made it purple.

Hm, I guess I know what attack to call this then.

I jumped down from the building, and instantly a wall came up from the ground to try and stop me mid-air, but I had already seen it. I smirked as I swung my sword, his wall meeting my blade and-,

A thin line appeared across my blade, a thin line that grew larger and larger. No, it wasn't a thin line, it was a crack! Multiple cracks appeared across the tachi as it shattered into many pieces, my eyes widening as the wall of cement slammed into my stomach, befores slamming me back to the ground painfully. What? I looked back down to the tachi, where parts of the blade were missing.

Just what the hell happened?

"Your fire was weak," Our teacher said, "Your fire wasn't strong enough to beat my cement. No fire is, because cement is fire-proof. Didn't you study this in science?" He asked me amused, slamming his hands on the ground as another wall came up, stopping Kirishima from attacking him. Was I… Damn it. DAMN IT. "It's over Kirishima, your partner has given up, so why don't you just-,"

"NO!" Kirishima yelled loudly, punching the walls in front of him, "It's not over till I say it's over! It's not over until Sora or I are too tired to stop getting up! And right now, looking at him, all I can see is someone that's pissed off! So what are you waiting for, huh? Get up already and help me fight him!"

I threw my tachi to the side, pulling out my bokuto as I ignored the pain in my left hand. Tch, did I really just cripple myself for a stupid idea. Next time I'd never do something so stupid ever again. "Oi Kirishima," I yelled, using my sword to break off some pieces of cement from the wall in front of me, "You still down for the building plan?"

"I thought," Huff, "I told you," Huff, "That it was a stupid plan."

"Which is exactly what's needed to win. After all, we want to win in a cool, manly way am I right? Trust in me, and I'll trust in you."

Kirishima's grin matched my own. "You got yourself a deal Sora! LET'S DO THIS!" And with even more passion compared to before, Kirishima managed to punch his way through a wall and tackle Cementoss to the ground. I closed my eyes, leaning backwards as I built up more and more Nimbus, wrapping it around my bokuto. My Truth Seeking Orbs were strong enough to break down his walls, and so I'd already know what to do.

This time, my entire left arm snapped like a twig as I gritted my teeth, and watched as my bokuto slowly faded out of existence, and instead a sword that was at least twenty feet wide stood in place. It was heavy, but luckily I didn't need to carry it fully as I swung forward with all my might.

"DUCK!" I yelled as Kirishima dived to the side, missing my blade narrowly, and Cementoss could only stare in horror as the blade etched closer and closer to him. Kirishima had done well, he had put Cementoss right below a building, perfect for me to topple it right on top of our teacher. Even the walls Cementoss had tried to put up as a defence stood no chance as my sword cleaved right through them.

And just as I predicted, a lone wall resembling a punch came my way.

But I was ready this time as I gritted my teeth, and took a step forwards towards the fist. I grinned at Cementoss' expression, one of pure shock as I grinned at him. What, did he think that I'd lose concentration from that alone? He wasn't able to do anything as I not only knocked him into the building, but also slashed the building in half, watching as it tumbled down upon our teacher.

I nodded at Kirishima, who had the same idea as me.

Throwing my bokuto down on the ground, I then ran towards where Cementoss' lone hand could be seen and cuffed him to my own hand, Kirishima then throwing my broken tachi at me as I managed to catch it with my teeth. All Kirishima needed to do was cuff Cementoss, and we had won the match.

"Did you think it was this easy?" Our teacher called from below. It wasn't that he was trapped, because if he wanted to he could have easily escaped. But when he looked up at me, he realised how much of a bad position he actually was. If he tried to move, I'd move with him, and so I'd drop the blade hanging from my mouth. In this position, I wouldn't know if it would cut his shoulder, or if it would slash his throat.

Checkmate.

He couldn't move, not without putting himself at great risk. Not to mention that I had already cuffed him, so if I wanted to I could just call my Nimbus and pelt him with Truth Seeking Orbs at extremely close range. He wouldn't be able to make a wall on time to protect himself, and he knew it. And so when Kirishima came running to us, he raised his other hand in the air.

I nodded at Kirishima, who grinned at me as he cuffed Cementoss' other arm, and with that Aizawa's voice spoke through the speakers.

"Congratulations. Yamazaki, Kirishima, you both passed. Recovery Girl is on her way down, so just sit still before she gets there." I twisted my neck to the side and dropped my tachi, safely landing to the side of me instead of lodging itself in Cementoss, who started to laugh at the two of us.

"You know what, I'm not even mad that I lost." He chuckled, "You two are crazy. Insane. I'd never want to fight you two in a real battle to the death. That being said, Yamazaki, I'm sorry for your weapon. But I don't owe you the money for the repairs, so don't even ask for it." Kirishima and I shared a look as we both struggled to keep a straight face.

"You can't pay back what you owe with money… So here's the receipt. Keep the fucking change" I then used my leg to kick some loose bricks at his face, despite his complaints. Ah, the joys of being a U.A student.

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It was a week after our exams, and nearly everyone was sitting on top of the roof. Kaminari and Mineta had decided to piss Bakugo off without me, causing him to chase them around the roof yelling obscenities at them. Man, I really should tell them to tone down the bullying on Bakugo. Mina, and the rest of the girls were having fun doing each other's make-up, and Todoroki was busy playing on his new PSP that I had managed to convince him to get.

Ojiro and Koda were playing chess, while Sero was being scolded by Iida for using his tape to hang down from the building. Most of us had passed the exams, with the exception of one person. Izuku Midoriya. He had completely failed the practical examination much to my surprise, it only showed me how far he had actually fallen. Fuck, how was I supposed to help him now?

"One-hundred Yen for your thoughts?" Tokoyami asked me.

"So you can speak normally?"

"Of course. I just enjoy speaking in Shakespearean speech to annoy others. That being said, I've managed to finish the first five chapters of Bleach. One and two have already been published in the school magazine, and the third chapter comes out tomorrow. But it looks like we have competition." He then handed over tomorrow's issue which we had gotten early, and on the front read 'New Series by 1B student Setsuna Tokage!'

I sighed at that.

Of course she would try and jump in on this.

"Meet the new rom-com by genius author Setsuna Tokage. 'Love is War' is about two top students trying to make the other confess their love for each other-," I scrunched the magazine up and threw it behind me, laying back down on the ground as I grumbled in response to it. Of course she would do exactly what I did but with a different series, but hey at least she had the art skills to draw the series.

What made matters worse was that the two main characters were called 'Sora' and 'Jiro.' It was like she was trying to mock me even more. But alas, it's not like Jiro would ever read the series - She was only reading 'Bleach' because Tokoyami and I were working together on it. Well that and she was interested in my writing skills. Still, thus far our series had been a massive hit.

Even some of the teachers commented on our work and praised it.

Apparently some big shot company was sniffing around to try and meet with us, because someone (Kaminari under my instructions) leaked our chapter online and it had made the rounds on social media. Heh, especially when I made sure to create multiple new accounts to share around, and speculate on who might be drawing and writing it… maybe even the students in the hero track?

It was so interesting partly because Tokoyami and I had created a fake name instead of using our real names, partly because we didn't really want to deal with the fame of it yet. Well he didn't, and since this whole thing hitched on his ability to draw the chapters, I decided to let him take this one. We were henceforth known as the manga duo 'Tsukizora,' which combined both of our hero names.

"Hey Tokoyami…"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want our manga to lose to Tokage's."

"Same."

We both grinned at each other, well then that was decided. We wouldn't lose to Tokage in a manga contest, because that would be embarrassing. Still, I had to hand it to her, writing a rom-com was much easier compared to writing 'Bleach.' That being said, I was going to blow her manga out of the fucking metaphorical water. I'd make her regret trying to challenge me in a manga fight for the rest of her life…

Or at least until our manga becomes much more successful than her's.

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Sora and Tokoyami becoming mangaka is such a fun plot-line, so much fun that I've decided to throw Tokage in the mix. Seriously, it doesn't serve much purpose in the overall 'plot' of the story, but it's a neat side-plot that will have a nice conclusion to it… but that won't happen for a while.

Just imagine it, Sora on one end holding up battle Shonen, while Tokage is on the other end writing mystery and rom-com manga. Both vying for the most sales and total control over their respective magazine's-, Or perhaps they are competitors in the same magazine?

Now, the 'exam' was a little rushed. Partly because I sort of forgot that the practical exam existed, but I remembered to write it in. And don't worry, Mei fixed up Sora's blade very quickly, perhaps even adding a few extra goodies for him. Maybe. I don't know, but I do now know that cement is fire-proof. Learning with fanfiction, who would have guessed?

Well I have a final exam in a few days, and I'm not prepared whatsoever for it.

Yay me I suppose!

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Zero - Character profile

Name: Zero 'the bastard' Villain. Maybe. Zero the Digger? Zero the idiot? Zero the fiend?

Quirk: Mind control from a distance, sort of like planting a seed in someone's head and fully controlling them. But is susceptible to the body they control's emotions, making it not perfect.

His other Quirk is being able to summon this double-bladed sword with just clicking his fingers.

I don't know if he has any other Quirks.

Abilities:

Is strong with a sword.

Knowledgable on the current events happening, and has links to the League of Villains (?). Relationship may be frosty between the two parties, but he clearly holds no loyalty to them

I don't know any other abilities he has.

Overall:

He is strong.

But also a bastard. Bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard, bastard-,

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Zero's character profile narrated by Sora! What a bastard, am I right?

Chvs:

Honestly, the point is that Sora doesn't want to accept his death, and that has affected his psyche so much. It isn't clear in the first few chapters, and he only really admitted it a few chapters ago so your complaints are valid at the start of the story. He does feel extremely guilty for dying, guilty that those he cared about in his previous life had to grieve for him and he has no idea how they are doing.

That's why he's willing to nearly kill himself to save everyone as Sora, so that he doesn't have to grieve how they did. But he realised that he was killing himself slowly, and now he's still sort of confused. He wants to protect everyone, but with his Quirk that allows him to sacrifice something to gain more power, even if his own life, what's going to happen when he's put in a un-winnable situation?

And regarding your 'pedophilia' comment, Sora's crisis over that was just a poor attempt at comedy. Mentally sure, he's older than them. But he did die at 17, he didn't even finish the required education that's needed to fully graduate in the UK. He's just a teenager, not even an adult. And then he got reincarnated and is a teenager again, so is he really living his old life out, or living as Sora?

Plus... who else is he supposed to date? A older woman? Fuck no.

I didn't inject some 'humanism' into my work, I just poked fun at other SI/OC's who have mc's who say 'I'm older than everyone here' and then proceed to have a harem ranging from people their age, to people twenty years their senior. And he isn't 'dating a minor,' nor will he date anyone as of now, or in the foreseeable future.

Also, is he currently the 'Sora' of this world, or the person who he was? Again, you only stopped at chapter 2 so most of your grievances with the story have already been answered, and since you'll never read this I feel like an idiot typing this out, but I promised myself that I'd reply to every review, either in a chapter or in a PM - And since you were a guest reviewer, I couldn't PM you all this!

Still, thank you for giving my work a chance! And thank you for calling this story 'good' despite your grievances with the work, to me it shows that you really are a good reviewer.

Newbienoobie102:

This is very boring. Imagine writing out nearly 400k words and being bored by your own work...

MintEdd:

Oh crap, you figured out what's going to happen in the future-,

Guest-questioner:

Fair point, if this series get's taken down on this website, it'll be annoying. Thankfully I publish this also on Spacebattles thanks to ignaciodiaznicolas, and when I finish Part 1 of this story, I'll be editing every chapter and publishing it on Ao3 and updating it here, so I'll be fine. I was thinking of bumping this story's age rating to M anyways, especially since I want to add a lot of shit in the future that is definitely not for Teens... but hey, what teen seriously cares about the age ratings anyway.

Still, even if the 'less-cultured' people complain, I'll gladly take their complaints. After all, that just means this story has gotten so popular and famous to the point where I can be taken down on this website, which is an achievement. A really cool one at that. So fuck yeah, let's aim to get this story taken down in the future! (Kidding.)

Next time:

"Hey Shigaraki... let's play Dance Dance Revolution Xrd!"