Chapter 2

Need For Deals

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After a thorough cleaning in a hot shower, followed by eating a lovely bowl of warm Katsudon with his mother, Izuku went into his room for the night. He was dressed snuggly in minty green pajamas to protect him from the cold. Izuku was at his desk playing a cool online skateboard game when a familiar voice sounded in his room…

"HEYA KIDDO! [[Are You Ready!]] TO TALK ABOUT TOMORROWS [[Pyramid Shaped Marketing Strategy]]!?" quizzed Spamton, his lens lighting up as he rested on the bridge of his nose.

"H-hey, quiet down Spamton," hushed Izuku, holding a pleading finger to his lips, "The walls are way too thin to be yelling like that. I don't want to explain what you are to my Mom, at least not anytime soon."

"WHAT!? UGH, YOU MOW WHAT, FINNN, GAG ME WITH A [[Chainsaw]] IF YOU REALLY WANT TO. I'LL LOWER MY GODDAMN [[Exclamation Points]]," irritably muttered the salesman. He relaunched his robotic limbs and hopped off Izuku's nose and onto the desk. "ALSO, WASH YOUR [[$#£*InG]] FACE. ALL THAT [[Angsty Hormones]] IS GOING TO RUIN MY [[NEO!]] DESIGN," accused the refined spectacles while pointing an accusing leg at Izuku.

"Yeah, I guess I should," mumbled Izuku, rubbing the back of his hair awkwardly. "My mom keeps reminding me about that too. I tend to just forget about that"

"WELL GET CLEAN WITH [[Oxyclean!]]! HOW ARE YOU GOING TO [[Sell]] [[Sell]] [[Sell]] IF YOU'RE [[Gross]] [[Disgusting]] AND… [[Hyperlink Blocking]] YOURSELF TO AN EARLY GRAVE?.

"Alright I get it," sighed a disheartened Izuku. "Hygiene is important, but you don't have to be so mean about it," pouted the boy.

"WELL IF YOUR MAMA IS ALWAYS RIGHT ON THE [[WHEEL OF FORTUNE!]], YOU DON'T NEED ME [[Easy Listening Radio]] INTO YOUR EAR. BUtT SERIOUSLY, [[Let's Get Down To Business]]!"

"Oh right, sorry. Well, I don't really need a plan or anything, right? Isn't going to school with a passing grade good enough?" asked Izuku, scratching his chin curiously.

"WELL YES, BUT ACTUALLY NO," exclaimed the robot. He then scuttled over to the windowsill, taking in the view of the shimmering city skyline. "[[Running Longing sIGH .EXE]], KIDDO, DON'T CHA WANNA BE A HERO, RIGHT? A REAL, [[BIG SHOT!]] RIGHT?"

Izuku was even confused, blinking his eyes a bit before retorting, "Yes of course I do, why are you asking me again?"

"WELL I'M [[Grilling High Quality Darkburgers]], BECAUSE I'M [[Scrambling]] TO KNOW WHICH SCHOOL YOU ARE THINKING OF GOING ALL [[Ga-Ga]] FOR?"

Despite how odd Spamton's question seemed to be, Izuku's eyes still shone at the chance to say his dream. "That's easy! There's only one school I want to go to! And that's U.A High!" proclaimed Izuku joyfully.

Spamton turned away from the window to face Izuku, his lenses shining with the same light Izuku's had. "OH BOY! A [[BIG SHOOT!]] ACADEMY LIKE THAT HUH?! WELL [[Pull My Strings To Make Them Ring]], I DIDN'T REALIZE YOUR MAMA HAD THAT MANY [[Dollarydoos]] LYING AROUND! WHAT A BIG [[My Break]]," Cheered a relieved Spamton.

"Haha yeah, but uhm, why would having money be so important? I didn't think uniforms and school supplies would be all that expensive?" asked Izuku perplexed.

"A MERE [[Slice Of All American Japenese Pie]], BUT THERE'S ALSO TUITION YOU [[Silly Goose]]. EVEN IF YOU DO PASS THE TEST AGAINST ALL THOSE [[Super Brats!]], THEY MIGHT JUST DROP YOU FOR NOT PAYING THE [[Tab]]."

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"Eh…?" was all Izuku could say, as he began to grow paler and paler still.

"Izuku…" muttered Spamton, his lens turning completely black. "You do have tuition money already saved up… right?"

"Well, there's no way there's a tuition fee, right?" questioned Izuku as he began to sweat profusely.

"HOW, ARE, YOU, GOING, TO, PAY IZUKU?!" screamed Spamton, the lunatic jabbing his metallic legs into Izuku's fingers.

"Ow! Stop that!" shouted Izuku, pulling his hand away to shake off the pain.

"Izuku! Are you okay in there!?" shouted his mother through the walls.

"I'm fine, sorry mom!" shouted back Izuku as he nervously turned his attention back to the fuming Dealmaker.

"I, uh, um, I was thinking maybe they paid for you to enter. Or, um, m-maybe my mom has some stashed away for me and she hasn't told me yet," stuttered Izuku, realizing the gravity of the situation.

"IZUKU HAVE YOU LOOKED UP HOW MUCH THE TRIP TO [[Magic Kingdom]] IS!?" Izuku cautiously nodded no, "[[CLICK LINK NOW!]]" commanded Spamton, while Izuku was already quickly typing the words into the laptop in front of him.

Clicking the search button he was already fearing the worst, yet the number on the screen made his eyes well up with tears. "T-two million and a half yen!?" choked Izuku, covering his eyes as he tried to hide the sob he couldn't hold back. It was as if the world was against him in every way. There was simply no way to get that amount of money.

"WOAH THERE KIDDO, COOL IT WITH THE [[Malfunctioning Water Fountain]]. SURE YOUR MAMA DOESN'T HAVE ALL THAT [[Delicis Kromer]] LYING IN HER [[Your Bank Deposit Is Vulnerable, Click Here For-]]. BUT COME OOOOOON, THERE HAS TO BE SOMEWAY WE CAN GET RICH QUICK."

Izuku peeked through his hand to look at Spamton, eyes red from the rubbing. "Sniff, there is?"

"OF COURSE! LIKE, I USED TO [[Click Here For Top Ten Biggest Easter Eggs You Missed!]], BUTT THAT MIGHT WORK SO MUCH FOR YOU?" Spamton raised a leg to rub his polished temple. "HMHMMHMHM, KID HOW [[Insert Age]] ARE YOU?!"

"Um well," began Izuku, as put his hands away from his face, "I'm fourteen. But I turn fifteen in about three months if that counts for anything," answered Izuku hopefully, frowning as he heard Spamton hiss.

"YEEE-YIKES KIDDO. THAT'S A BIT TOO [[Under Cooked]] TO BE USEFUL FOR OUR [[Reality TV Show]]. GOING OFF MY DATABASES OF [[Stolen]] INFORMATION, THE MINIMUM AGE TO WORK IS FIFTEEN [[Earth Spinners]]. BUT EVEN THEN, A JOB LIKE THAT WOULDN'T EARN YOU ENOUGH [[Yeasty Dough]] TO PAY OFF THAT [[RIP OFF!]]! LIKE WHAT THE [[Flanagans]] ARE THEY DOING WITH THAT MONEY!? BUILDING GIANT MECHS?!"

"[[Drats]] IF ONLY IT WAS STILL [[PRE-2023]]"

"Why's that?" asked Izuku, confused.

"BECAUSE AT THE VERY LEAST YOU COULD'VE DONE…!"

*Spamton then told Izuku what he could've done as Izuku got more horrified and red in the face.*

"No!" shouted Izuku, waving his arms frantically to hide his tomato red face. "T-that's disgusting!"

"Izuku!" yelled his mother again through the walls. Izuku clamped his mouth shut. "Are you sure you're okay!? I can come in and-."

"No! I'm fine Mom! Just lost a game!" lied Izuku, shooting the sentient glasses an accusing glare.

"Well, okay! Make sure you get some sleep! Goodnight dear!"

"Goodnight Mom!" shouted back Izuku, before turning back to Spamton again, still very red.

"HEY DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK. I GET ALL MY DATA FROM ACROSS THE INTERNET, [[ALL OF IT]]. BESIDES, WE CAN'T DO IT ANYWAYS WITHOUT SOME [[Sneaky Deals]] AND WE NEED TO STAY CLEAN AS A [[Rusty Trombone]] FOR RIGHT NOW."

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEAS OR [[Marketable Talents]] WE CAN ABUSE?"

Izuku took a deep breath and gave it some thought. "Well, I have helped my mom design a few shirts befor-'' said Izuku as he interrupted himself with an idea.

"QUESTION MARKQUESTION MARKQUESTION MARK?" blared Spamton, question marks spamming his lenses.

Izuku smiled as he told Spamton his idea. After a brief five minute explanation, Spamton's lens lit up with dollar signs. "KA-CHING KA-CHING! THAT'S A [[Wonderful Idea!]] THERE KIDDO. I [[Love It Or List It]]! SO LET'S GET BUSY!"

May 4th

Despite this being his idea, when Izuku's All Might alarm clock sounded off a mere three hours after he crashed into his bed, he wanted to curl up and curse at his past self. Waking up an hour before the sun even thought of rising, Izuku dragged himself out of bed to shovel items into his backpack that filled it beyond its maximum capacity. He also had to carry the foldout table he used for his last science fair out of his apartment, which while it was doable weight wise, it was very hard to get a good grip on it with how wide it was.

As the apartment's lift opened up to ground level, he grunted and wheezed as he picked up the table from a different angle so he could start walking along the empty sidewalks with it. He was thankful no one was around to see him struggle like this, lest they heckle him or something even worse. Keeping up his sluggish pace to his school he noticed his reflection in a store that sold mirrors.

From the glow of a distant orange streetlight, he was just able to make out, 'It's you!' labeled at the bottom of it. Izuku cringed as he saw how big his backpack was, making him look like a hunchback. He felt awful that if it weren't for Spamton hiding his eyes, Izuku would've had to see how sunken his eyes were. Yet he ignored how he looked and kept walking, no matter how tired his limbs were, or how many people stared in confusion from their cars, he still had to make it to school.

And after what felt like hours, just when dawn was beginning to crack, he finally made it to the front of the school. With the building still closed for around another ten minutes he practically dropped his table and backpack on the ground as he put his hands on his knees, gasping for air. "I… really didn't think I would make it."

"Huh? Deku, is that you!?"

"Ah, might still be on the table," gawked Izuku with wide eyes, as he lifted his head to see the worst person possible. Leaning against the school doors in front of him was Kachan squinting right at him before they locked eyes.

"It is you!" exclaimed Bakugo, pressing off the door to prowl towards him with an unfriendly grin.

"Kachan? What are you doing here so early?" asked Izuku, still too tired to put any fear into his voice.

"Pfft, unlike you I'm always here early," scoffed Kachan as he kept up his pace, "Think I'll let you get away this time Deku? Nah, I'm going to kick your ass to the goddamn moon for embarrassing me like that yesterday. Not to mention, the beating you're about to get right now," gleamed the blond as he stood over the quirkless boy.

Yet despite how angry he was, seeing Deku with those glasses, that overstuffed backpack, and table itched his curiosity too much for him to hide. "But before I thrash you, what's in the backpack?" asked Kachan curiously.

Izuku gulped, taking a step so he stood in between Kachan and his backpack. "What, it's nothing! Just some old junk, nothing to see in there, haeahaea," chuckled Izuku nervously.

"Open the damn backpack Deku!"

"Wha! No you don't want to-."

"I do! Open it up or I'll pound in your face!" growled Bakugo, readying his fist.

Izuku looked around nervously before relaxing, looking down defeated. "Fine," sighed Izuku as he turned around to open his backpack. "It's just some shirts, pants and some other small stuff that I was going to sell. Need the extra money, but I still can't get a job yet," said Izuku.

"Yeah uh huh, you said you had shirts? What kind?" asked Bakugo with rising interest as he ignored everything else Izuku said.

"Well… I guess I have this shirt," said Izuku fearfully as he grabbed a random shirt, stood up, and turned around to show it to Kachan. Gazing at the shirt, Kachan went dead silent, hands balled into fists, as shadows hid his eyes as he kept staring at the shirt Izuku made last night.

Izuku started to shake like a leaf in the wind, closing his eyes tight as he readied himself for the inevitable explosion to the face. "I-i know it looks b-bad, but I spent a lot of time doing coloring and outlines and-"

"How much…?" mumbled Katsuki, eyes still hidden in shadows.

"E-excuse me?" stuttered Izuku, as he opened his eyes in disbelief at what he heard.

"H-how much for the damn shirt Nerd!" shouted Kachan, stuttering slightly in his attempt to hide the pure excitement that twinkled in his eyes.

Izuku went slack jawed, with his eyes feeling like they were about to pop out of his head. He flipped the shirt around to see if it was the one he thought he made, which it was!

The shirt in question was a blank white T-shirt with an image being cropped into the center of it. The image was a close up picture taken of All Might with him giving a big dazzling smile, except, instead of All Might's iconic hair, it was instead,(poorly), replaced with Kachan's spiky blond hair.

There was also text on the top and bottom that said in big white bold font, ' ME WHEN I CAN HAS,' 'MAPO TOFU!'

"There's no way he actually likes this shirt. This has to be some kind of joke right?!"

"Oh uh, how much? It's, uhm, 3,000 yen," he shakily said. Before he could barely blink, the shirt was yanked out and replaced by three 1,000 yen bills. The blond then, without any hesitation, put the T-shirt over his uniform muttering "What a steal," as he looked down at it with a big toothy smile.

"You know, out of all the crappy merch that these extras have been pumping out their asses since last week, this is by far my favorite," said Bakugo, lost in thought as Izuku still gawked at him. "The quality, the size, the humor, the relatability, and that picture. It captures me so."

"Are you kidding me!?"
"[[ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?]]"

"By the way… how did you know what my favorite food was… Izuku?" mumbled Kachan as he looked at him in a way he hadn't in a long time.

"Oh that," said Izuku, holding his hands together dumbly. "I just remembered what your favorite food was when we were little. You… you were always cheering how excited you were to go home and eat your mom's mapo tofu," he could feel himself smiling as he replayed that ancient memory. "You always did like spicy food."

"Yeah, I still do," mumbled Bakugo softly, as he looked away with a soft smile. "It's… kinda cool how you still remembered something that small. I think… I think I also remembered something about you liking your mom's Katsudon. I had it that one time when I was over and it was pretty good. Does she uhm… still make that stuff?" asked Bakugo, oddly embarrassed for asking.

Izuku's tired eyes lit up in surprise, as he felt his heart beat just a bit faster. "Y-yeah, she just made it last night. Honestly, I think she's gotten a lot better at making it since you last came over," smiled Izuku

"That so," grinned Katsuki playfully, "Maybe next time my mom comes over to your place for her little girly chats," he paused as he felt his stomach acting funny. "Maybe, I can come over too?… Just to uh, nag her into making some of course! Have to see if you're making crap up you know!" said Bakugo louder than he wanted to, a slight blush creeping on his cheeks.

Izuku couldn't hold back his smile at all as he saw Kachan act like he used to all those years ago. "Sure, as long as you don't beat me up or call me names," Izuku half joked.

"Ha! No promises dork," laughed Kachan. As he said that, they could hear one of the teachers unlock the doors from the inside before propping them all open.

"Ah, guess it's that time already," muttered Bakugo, looking at his phone to confirm the time. "Well, I'm not gonna beat you up anytime soon. Don't want to get my shirt dirty with your blood. So how about this, if you keep making those shirts, I won't beat you up. Deal?" he asked, extending a hand out to him.

Izuku looked at the hand with wide eyes and then smiled as he took Kachan's hand into his, giving him a firm handshake. "Deal."

The blond nodded with a small smile gracing his lips. "Well I'm glad you've finally started to focus on something else other than being a hero. It's a bit of a relief honestly," he breathed as he turned around to walk into the building. "See you in class nerd!" he waved behind him as he disappeared from sight, leaving Izuku dumbfounded.

"W-wha! I didn't! I… Spamton! I didn't say anything like that right! Why would he assume that!?" demanded Izuku, as his brain stumbled again and again with his words.

"WELL LOOK [[Directly At The Sun]] KIDDO, AT LEAST HE ISN'T BOTHERING YOU ANYMORE. ALSO, HE SEEMS A LOT NICER THAN YOU MADE HIM OUT TO BE. DID YOU SECRETLY [[Bribe]] HIM?" wondered Spamton, displaying question marks on his lenses.

"Well yeah, he normally doesn't act like… whatever that was. I don't know why though. I didn't think a silly shirt would mean that much to him," mumbled Izuku, totally stumped.

"WELL DON'T JUST STAND THERE [[Sincerely Wasting Away]], WE HAVE TO SET UP OUR TABLE AND [[Highly Marketable!]] MERCHANDISE!"

"Oh right! I almost forgot," exclaimed Izuku, snapping back to reality. He quickly lifted his backpack on his shoulders and heaved his table off ground to make it those last few steps. "Well, time to start looking for a good spot."

"Alright and there, all done," said Izuku as he put the finishing touches on his table. Izuku was a bit upset at first that he couldn't find a spot that stood out among the rest, but after walking around the nearly empty school he just decided to camp right after the main entrance and hope for the best.

Since his backpack was already full of clothes, decorations for the table had to be light. Yet no matter how much he tried to explain to the Dealmaker, Spamton kept insisting on bringing big pink and yellow cardboard arrow signs, which he eventually caved in on bringing. So at the cost of all other fanfare, he had the two big arrows pointing right at him like some sketchy billboard ad.

Izuku stepped back to admire the table, with the shirts, pants, and silly bands being organized neatly on the table. "OHH I'M SO EXCITED!" squealed Spamton right into his ear. "IT'S [[Interns First]] BUSINESS SHOP! IF I COULD CRY, I DEFINITELY WOULD EVEN IF IT [[Killed You]]!" sobbed Spamton in a sappy voice.

"I don't know, I'm still a bit nervous. I've never really tried selling things to people before."

"AH COME ON KIDDO! I HEARD IF YOU'RE HAVING TROUBLING YAPPING, JUST IMAGINE ALL OF THEM STRIPPED [[Down To Their Bones]]."

"Uh, maybe it went a bit differently than bones," laughed Izuku nervously, as he got behind the table. "I'm sure it won't be too bad. I should have some time to practice intros and other segways before people start showing-"

"Excuse me, you selling stuff here?" asked a feminine voice.

"Why does this keep happening to me!?"

Izuku looked to his right towards the school's entrance where more students were starting to trickle in. In said direction was a really really cute girl with blonde hair that was tied up on the left side of her head, which was held by a blue scrunchie. "Oh yes!" squeaked Izuku in a tentative voice. "I have lots to s-see!"

"[[Mayday! Mayday!]] IZUKU YOUR HEART [[Ratings!]] ARE SOARING OFF THE CHARTS! ITS ALMOST AS HIGH AS IT WAS EARLIER THIS MORNING! TAKE A DEEP [[Inhalation Of Oxygen]]! IGNORE THE [[Hachi Mama]]! IGNORE THE [[Hachi Mama]]!" blared Spamton into his ear as the girl walked up to his table.

"So what kind of lame junk do you have here?" asked the girl, looking uninterested as her blue eyes moseyed along the table. Just as Izuku was about to babble the first thing that popped into his head, an icon appeared on the yellow side of his glasses that was called, 'Act'.

Then another icon popped in, this time on the pink side. This icon seems to be a blue face with a long nose, slicked back hair, and glasses just like his. "I GUESS IT'S NO TIME LIKE THE [[Chrrrriiiistmaaaas]] TO HAVE YOU GO THROUGH A LITTLE REAL TIME [[Toriel]].

"Hey you good?" asked the girl, tapping her hand on the table with a bored expression on her face.

"It's fine! Just, uhm, give me a sec!" blurted out Izuku, as he turned around to whisper to his shades. "Spamton, this is the wrong time to be messing with me."

"WRONG! THIS IS THE [[Golden Opportunity]]! WHILE I HAD A [[Nightmare…]] I DREAMED UP THIS SLEEK UI AND [[Oooooh Yeaaah]] FACE. ANYWAYS, I WANT YOU TO LOOK BACK AT HER AND THEN MOVE YOUR EYE TO THE ACT BUTTON. TRUST ME FOR [[This Presidential Nomination]]!" yelled the animated head.

Not having much of a choice, Izuku shot a look at her and moved his eye to look at the 'Act' button. When he did, he heard a small ding and the button changed to one that said, 'Check'.

"[[JUST DO IT!]]"

Izuku looked at the second button and when he did, another ding sounded and this popped up…

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* Machigai Osaragi- AT 1 DF 1
* HP 100%_ Mercy 0%
*Quirk- Hair Manipulation (Slight)
*A girl with a hair do attitude.
*Hates: Insects And Gum in her hair.
*Loves: Searching up Katsuki Bakugo.

Izuku's eyes got as wide as dinner plates as he stared flabbergasted at the text. "Wha?"

*Indeed. According to her phone's search history, she has searched up Katsuki Bakugo on 87 separate occasions since last week…

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Izuku was completely floored by the amount of information Spamton gave him. He was about to question him on where the hell he got all of this info, when he noticed the girl caught her staring at her. So Izuku acted swiftly to not be labeled as some weirdo or creep.

Coughing into his fist more than convincingly, Izuku went on to gamely say, "So… are, are you a fan of Katsuki Bakugo?" he pitched to her, trying his best to keep a straight face after all that… unneeded information.

The girl's face practically bloomed, coming alive as her face puffed with a blushing red hue. She turned away from him with hands covering her face,"H-how'd you know that?" she squeaked out, looking at him through her fingers.

*Mercy +33%*

Izuku perked up as he saw the yellow text of mercy go up. He took a deep breath, feeling his confidence start to grow.

"It's a, uh, salesman's intuition. And since you do seem to be a fan, I have just the thing for you," he pitched in a familiar tone. Going under his table he pulled out his only hoodie, giving it a good lift and a turn to show Machigai. She looked at the design on the front, causing her to hide a gasp with her hands, tears welling up in her eyes.

*Mercy +33%*!

Machigai shook where she stood, frozen with admiration. "H-how much for that…?" she mumbled out in awe.

Izuku's eyes shown with smugful glee as he felt this deal about to close. "Fufufu, this is my last hoodie you know. For my customers, I would give my prize up for around 10,000 Yen, but for you," Izuku lowly chuckled again. He then raised his hand in a finger gun, and struck a powerful pose as he gave her his most generous offer, "I'll give you the Kachan special! That's five percent off! You heard it, five percent! That makes this cool and comfortable hoodie a crisp 9,500 Yen!" he appraised boldly like a prime time announcer.

*Mercy +33%*!

Machigai couldn't help but shake like a leaf in the wind. Her mind a hurricane of emotions spilling over each other. She just needs one last push.

"So what do you say, girl," winked Izuku through his gold rimmed glasses, sending Machigai's loved pierced heart over the edge.

"AHHHHHHH!" she sang out with her head raised to the heavens.

*Mercy +1%!*

*DEAL CLOSED!*

"Yes! Yes! Yes! I can't take it anymore, just shut up and take my money!" she squealed, practically throwing her money at him as she lunged at him to hug her new hoodie, squeezing it like a stuffed animal. She was wetting her new prize with tears of pure bliss. "Sniff sniff, I can't believe it," she wept while rubbing her eyes. "This… fits Bakugo so well…" she muttered in awe as she put it on.

Izuku saw the design on the front and almost facepalmed at the sight. It was the same design that he gave out earlier that day.

"Not her too!?"
"[[NOT HER TOO!?]]"

Machigai put on the oversized hoodie, looking down at herself with a look of child like wonder plastered on her eyes. "I love it. Thank you so much, uhm-,"

"Izuku," he extended his hand, "Izuku Midoriya," he smiled, thankful she took his hand in both of hers.

"Thanks Izuku! Hope to see you again," she waved back to him. He watched as she walked over to her friends pointing to her new hoodie with a proud look on her face.

Now that she was far enough away, Izuku felt his nerves crash back into him as he let out a much needed sigh of relief, leaning against his table as his muscles relaxed. "HOLY [[Cungadero]] IZUKU! THAT WAS A [[PLUS ULTRA]] DEAL YEAH MADE! I'M BAFFLED YOU WERE SUCH A NATURAL [[Wholesale Veggie Table]] OUT THERE.

"Y-yeah. I dunno, to be honest. I was just saying the first thing that popped into my head." sputtered Izuku, as he leaned more against his table for support. "But Spamton, seriously," frowned Izuku, adjusting his glasses. "How did you get all of that information? All those things…. they seemed so personal. So fill me in, maybe I'm just missing something."

He eyed Spamton's digital avatar questioningly and was concerned at how nervous he seemed to be. "OH KIDDO, WHY DO YOU ALWAYS ASK THE QUESTIONS THAT GIVE ME [[Discomfort And Abdominal Pain]]?! I DIDN'T STEAL THEIR [[Declaration Of Independence]] OR [[Homework Folder]] HONEST! I GIVE YOU MY [[Specil Guaranttee]] THAT I DIDN'T STEAL ANYTHING THAT WASN'T ALREADY [[Robbed]] FROM THERE [[Closeted Papyrus]]!" rambled the salesman.

"So it was already public?" he asked with a raised brow.

"THAT'S RIGHT! I WOULDN'T STEAL SOMETHING THAT WOULD [[$!$!]] US OVER IN THE LONG [[100 Meter Dash]]!" yelled Spamton chattering around nervously in his digital realm.

Izuku could only help but sigh, moving his glasses up to his forehead so he could pinch the bridge of his nose. "Well… I guess if it was already stolen, I guess it's fine. Just, just be more conscious about what you're doing, okay."

"YES OF COURSE! YOU HAVE MY [[Money Back Guarantee]]!" agreed Spamton disorderly. The lenses above his head then dinged followed by exclamation points lighting them.

"WAIT! [$!?] THE PRESSES! LOOK OVER THERE, ON YOUR [[9:05 A.M]]! THAT GROUP OF [[Hot Single]] ARE WALKING YOUR WAY!" advertised the salesman, catching Izuku's attention.

Izuku felt his breath hitch as the girl he just sold to was coming back with, "More girls!?" panicked Izuku, putting his dealmakers back on and taking a deep breath.

THAT'S RIGHT KIDDO! GET YOUR HEAD [[Jammed Into An Arcade Cabinet]]! MAKE SURE YOU KEEP PRESSING [[Z And X Simultaneously]]!" hyped Spamton, his avatar dancing in a cheerleader outfit as the group finished their approach.

"Hey Izuku! I'm back early!" waved Machigai cheerfully. "My friends really liked that hoodie you gave me. I know you said that was your last one, but do you have anything as good as that?" she asked hopefully.

"You know, even though I don't like you as much as I have before All Might. I do have to thank you," reflected Izuku, his lips inching upward, "For giving me a reason to practice my smile!"

Izuku gave a brilliant smile and struck a flashy pose! "Don't worry Machigai, ladies. I have just the thing you need!"

Entry Number 1702

"Well…that was…unexpected."

"It was not a part of my original predicted timeline of events to have those two have such 'Tension'. But I guess these things happen when we don't control our variables like we usually do."

I sigh into my hand before I continue. "However, I do now owe ten gold for that blunder of a bet. I should've known it was doomed to fail with how confident she was."

"So moral of the story Travelers, never gamble! Not unless you know you'll win! Which now that I think about it… isn't exactly gambling," I laugh lightly as I turn off my microphone for the day.

Editing Number: 7/14/2024- 7/14/2024