GOLF

Izuku pulled a three iron out of his chest and swung. The golf ball sailed in a neat arc over the treetops, bounced past a pond, and rolled straight into the hole.

The crowd burst into a smattering of quiet applause. From the announcer booth, Aizawa said, "And that's another hole in one for Midoriya, whose robot-like brain proves capable of intense calculations."

Bakugo flung his club at the booth. "Robot-like!" he screeched. "He is a robot, you greasy hobo!"

"Jealousy ill-becomes you, Bakugo. I would focus more on your own golf game if I were you."

Seething and crimson with fury, Bakugo lined up his putter, tapped, and just missed the hole. His caddy Kirishima taped a second scorecard below the first.

With Bakugo's irate imprecations in the background, Izuku teed up at the last hole of U.A.'s golf course.

"And here, we have unlucky number thirteen," Aizawa said. "The Impossible. Par Six with five-hundred yards to the hole across a shark-infested bayou, past sand traps teeming with scorpions, through an active volcano, down a gulley full of geese and seagulls, then up a sheer eighty-degree slope the mountain goats keep slipping off of, to a hole perched just above the clouds. No person alive has ever shot par on this hole, let alone achieve a hole in one. Will Midoriya be the first to achieve the Impossible?"

Crocodile, scorpion, goose, and mountain goat all watched with rapt and hostile attention as Izuku pulled out a driver. He set his ball upon the tee, steadied his club, and swung. The ball made an almighty crack as it shattered the sound barrier. The bayou disappeared in a mighty splash, the sand traps scattered to the wind, and the lava flowing about the volcano cooled instantly as Midoriya's shot sent a gale rippling down the course. The clouds parted, and Midoriya's shot sailed off into the horizon.

"And it would appear Midoriya has greatly overshot the hole. He would ordinarily be asked to shoot from wherever it landed, but we will allow him to take a penalty shot from the tee box."

Izuku didn't move. Aizawa tapped the microphone and said, "Midoriya, please make your next shot. We have more golfers waiting behind you."

"Error," Izuku said. "Unable to make a shot while another shot is in progress. Please wait for shot completion before attempting to fire another round."

Before Aizawa could ask what he meant, the clouds parted on the horizon. The golf ball, slicked over with ice and streaming an American flag behind it, hurtled towards the hole. It sailed over the empty bayou, the barren traps, and the quiet volcano, bounced off a goat's horns, and popped onto the top of the hill. It rolled to a stop just short of the hole, only for a gust of wind to ruffle the flag just enough to push the ball in.

Izuku turned to Aizawa and asked, "Do you still want me to make that second shot?"

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The secret to Izuku's success is that he uses a hockey stick.