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...

24. Issue 23

Bleach ending 28 - Haruka Kanata by UNLIMITS (The best Bleach ending song)

I've narrowed it down. The Stain arc will only be three chapters long, and so after this chapter it will have an additional two chapters to wrap everything up. This is going to be fast paced, so strap on because it will be a journey. I can't believe that we are close 300k words written, I mean damn it's not even been a year since the first chapter was published.

Wow.

Nearly a year.

Scary. Really scary, now I'm nearly a year older.

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Summary so far:

I suck at sumaries lol...

Something about a sibling dying? Yeah, that's right!

Okita Mitsuba died! Wait no, that's the wrong series. Hm. Aha, got it!

Ahem.

I was in a dark place. The German girl who was living with me went into a coma, and so while I visited her hospital room I accidentally fapped over her-, Wait no that sounds even worse. We don't even have a German girl in this story. Nor do we have mechs, holy shit maybe I should get a mech? Like a cool as mech from Xenogears, well technically they call them 'Gears' but I digress.

My name is Sora Yamazaki and I lost my memories. Join me, and my party filled with best girl Jiro, a hot young lady that reveals a lot of skin, a poor man's Crow Armbrust and a purple ball of lust that needs to die.

Welcome to...

It's Always Sunny in UA!

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Chapter

Twenty Two (V1)

'The resolve to walk forward'

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"Iida's brother was murdered. In the hospital."

I couldn't stop thinking about what Yaoyorozu's words. After she had explained to me that Tensei Iida was in fact dead, I ran out of the ice cream parlour as quickly as I could. It wasn't that I was shocked, rather I was confused. Confused as to why something so horrible would happen, confused as to why it was happening. This wasn't-, How the hell could I have predicted this? No, there was nothing I could have done.

He was murdered.

In a safe space.

I was completely and utterly wrong. So, I called Iida, I called him over and over again as I leaned against the post, lightly banging my head against it repeatedly. But he wasn't picking up, and I couldn't blame him. If I were him, I wouldn't even be thinking about my friends, was his brother even buried yet? Fuck, while I was stuck in the hospital wing, I wasn't even able to help Iida. Crap, crap, just pick up once, damn it!

Pick up the phone already-,

"...Sora, the piano." A voice whispered in my ear.

"What?!" I shouted. I turned around angrily, just what do they want?! I was busy-,

But no one was there. To my surprise, no one was standing behind me. In fact, I was lost, I didn't even know where I was anymore. I had run so far away from the shop that I didn't even know where I was, let alone how to make my way back to where everyone was. I sighed as I slipped my phone in my pocket.

Somehow, they managed to fix my phone, the support department at U.A really were incredible. But I digress, I was still confused as to who said my name. But I was alone, apart from the numerous bystanders that walked past me, or the number of cars stuck in traffic I didn't recognise anyone around me. So then who the hell said my name?! Tch, was my mind playing tricks on me? Or was I already insane.

Still, I needed to find my way back to the restaurant, or at least to a train station. Despite living in Musatafu for my entire life, I still didn't know how make my way around the city without getting lost at least once or twice. Gah, and I didn't even have any service. Great, just great. I was lost and had no way to call anyone for help. Just my rotten luck, what's next will a robbery happen before my eyes? Am I going to get mugged?

Argh, this was so fucking bullshit. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked around for a bit hoping to find a sign or something that told me where I was. But I couldn't find anything. No, every corner of the street was filled with flowers, filled with newspapers that all claimed the same thing. The death of the pro hero Ingenium, celebrating all the good that he had done during his lifetime.

All it did was made more pissed off.

Pissed off at the bastard that killed him.

I had no doubt that they were involved, the League of Villains and by extension Zero. They had to be, no one else would want to kill someone as good as him. But I don't get why they felt the need to do so, what was the point? Ingenium, Tensei Iida, was never going to be a hero after what Stain did to him, so why go the extra mile and end his life? Something wasn't adding up, and that made me feel even worse.

I really couldn't do anything to help Iida.

While Japan was celebrating the life of Tensei Iida, Tenya Iida was mourning for his brother and vowing to exact revenge on those that took his brother away from him. While my friend was grieving, I was stuck in the middle of the street lost and alone. I was as far away from those who needed me as I could possibly be, I was so out of touch with them that I didn't even realise that Tenya's entire world was changed, I was relegating my help to just a mere conversation.

I was a fool. Crap, crap, crap! How did things get like this, why did they turn out like this? What was I supposed to do? I couldn't exactly help Tenya in killing Stain, nor did I want to allow him to face Stain all alone. That was suicidal, and if the League really were behind this then it would be even more dangerous. I should have bloody known; I should have tried to reach out sooner then maybe I could have changed something at least.

And here I was trying to build a 'carefree tomorrow' when I couldn't even make it past the present without regretting so many things. But I wasn't going to give up, I was just frustrated. At Stain, at Iida, and at myself. Tensei Iida's death changes everything, and I'm not too sure that I can even help Tenya after this. How the hell can I help someone who felt angry at the world for taking his brother away from him in such a horrific manner, how could I help someone that didn't want my help.

Sure, Shinso and Todoroki didn't want my help either. But it was easier with them, it was easier to help them because I could relate in some areas. But with Tenya, how the hell could I relate to wanting to get revenge? Sure, I wanted to get back at Zero, but I didn't want to kill him. But who says Iida wants to kill Stain. I asked myself that question as I sighed heavily, running my hand through my hair. I remembered it vividly, Iida going to face Stain alone.

He wasn't acting like a hero.

And he nearly died.

How was I going to convince someone who actually lost their brother to not confront the bastard that had a hand in murdering him. I wasn't a miracle worker, I was just... me. I was just Sora Yamazaki, just a teenager that tried to meddle in so many problems that I lost track of the number of problems I currently had. Ha, that sounds like a light novel title featuring a protagonist that doesn't care about their life.

It also sounds like me.

How pathetic.

Shit, I had no idea where I even was. My phone was about to run out of battery, and it was freezing. My pockets were empty, so I couldn't even pay for a ticket to get to the main Musutafu station. I was lost. Just like always, one step forwards and three steps backwards. Just like always, nothing was actually changed. Just like always, I wasn't able to do the right thing on time.

Was I even capable of saving-,

"Sora? What are you doing here?" A voice called out. This time however, standing in front of me was my father. Gekko Yamazaki was wearing his white coat, with his name neatly written on a badge that he proudly showed the world right next to his left breast pocket. 'Doctor Yamazaki' as well as his date of birth and expiry date for the card, he was carrying his bag and looked to be commuting back home.

"H-hey." I waved. "Do ya' mind walking home with me? I kinda got lost."

He snorted at that. "Really? 'Kinda lost'? That's your excuse for managing to end up halfway across town. Jeez, how long has it been since you left school?" I looked at the time on my phone, I left the ice cream place at five, and it was now seven... I was walking around the city for two hours?! Oh, fuck me sideways, I wasn't just lost I was stranded! I chuckled nervously, scratching the back of my head as I nodded at him.

"Ehm, well, ya' see I got caught up in something. And lost track of where I was going, and what time it was. Sorry." Gekko shook his head, rolling his eyes as he pointed at a restaurant closest to us.

"It'll take us at least another hour to go home. I'm sure you are hungry, so let's eat some food first. Just don't tell your mother about this, she's been getting on to me lately about the amount of junk food that I eat." I laughed at that.

"Sure dad, my lips are sealed... for a price of course." I replied.

"Tch, cheeky brat." He joked as he grabbed me in a headlock and started to ruffle my hair. "I still remember when you were just a snot nosed brat trying to read my books on STEM cell research and asking me what it all meant. Don't try and swindle me, especially when you managed to convince us to buy you the newest computer when you were ten. I'll never get my one hundred and fifty thousand Yen back."

"Why the hell are you complaining?" I asked. "You literally bought it for yourself and then lied to mum saying it was a gift for me. Don't try and lie here you shitty old man. I've seen you use it to play games when mum isn't in the house, because we both know that she would have a fit if she saw you playing the games which you bought for me, on the machine that you also bought for me."

He snorted at that. "Oh yeah? And what is your proof? Everyone uses 'your' machine. It is just in your room, that doesn't make it yours kid. As long as you live under my roof, all the games and manga that you buy are my property. You are burrowing my money after all."

"Tch, really dad? You, a forty-year-old man, reading my manga. My manga aimed at teenagers, and my games that are rated for teenage audiences. Trying to live out your glory days through entertainment, eh old man?" I joked.

"Call me an old man again and you won't get food."

"Blah, blah. Even your own wife calls you an old man. And you wouldn't dare not feed me, you would feel bad afterwards."

He sighed at that, opening the door for the restaurant as she lightly shoved me inside. "Come on, come on. I'm starving."

"Did 'ya bring me here just so you can eat?"

"If I say yes and buy you an extra dessert, will you forget this ever happened?"

Hm. "As long as mum doesn't check the finances and asks me what we did today, this never happened." I replied. "Of course, if she does ask then you are going down with me. In fact, I'll blame it all on you. I'll say how you ordered food without asking if I was hungry or not, and so I felt guilty and ate it making her forget about me for the time being."

Gekko grinned at that. "I taught you well. Now, if she does ask me, I can't wait to put the blame on you. How you ran away from school, how you hadn't eaten anything during lunch time, and how you looked tired. Which was why I had to feed you, and yes, the bill went entirely to you and not to me. Then she will forget about the money that I spent and will complain to your school for not feeding her son properly."

We ordered our food; I chose the cheapest food on the menu as I really wasn't that hungry. Dad ordered some ramen, two of them to be precise. But he was eyeing up the sushi platter, but quickly decided against it as he glanced at me. As for the drinks, I was contempt with a water, so he didn't order a soda, despite really wanting to. I felt guilty, maybe if I wasn't such a downer, he could have ordered what he wanted to eat.

"Don't look like that kid, it isn't your fault. I'm really trying to be on a diet. Anyways, what's eating you up on the inside?"

"Nothing." I replied. "I'm fine, honestly."

"Don't give me that kid. I've known you for a long time - Since you were a toddler crying for help as you scraped your knees." Tch, I wasn't crying! I nearly died! "You used to run around the house all day begging for me to take you and Miwa to the park. And when we did go to the park, you used to look at me with your puppy dog eyes so you could climb up all the trees. Or you would play those silly games with Miwa, despite really not wanting to. I know when something is up with you, and right now that smile on your face is forced."

"So, what if it is?" I asked him. "It's not like you can do anything. Some things are just out of your control, so then what's the point."

He giggled at that, reaching out to ruffle my hair. "Oh, come on kid, being an emo loser really doesn't fit your personality at all. Even if I cannot do anything to alleviate your problems, talking about them will allow you to understand them better. That isn't rocket science, but I suppose any sort of science will make your brain shut down. Do you know how annoying it is that I can't speak to you about biology, that you are the only one in our household that isn't good at science?"

"Wow, I'm such a bad son for not being good at a subject, aren't I?" I huffed out. "Really I'm such a disappointment. You should consider kicking me out, no that isn't good enough. Just kill me and hide any evidence of my existence, then finally you can say that you don't have a stupid son to your co-workers."

"Stupid son?" He asked raising his brow. "Sure, not being good at science makes me a little sad. But you aren't stupid Sora, you know more about history than I ever will. You can speak English fluently; God only knows how. I've seen you speak to those tourists and let me tell you, it is natural for you to speak English. It is like English was your first language or something. And your mathematical skills put mine to shame."

"What's your point?"

"My point is that you aren't stupid son. My point is that you are a good kid, I mean you study at U.A to become a hero, I couldn't be prouder of you. And so, I ask this, not as a doctor, but as your father even if it isn't by blood. What is bugging you? If you want, I can just listen. Or if you want, I can give you, my opinion. But bottling it up won't help you at all, and it won't make your problem suddenly go away. I know that you try and solve things yourself, and I know that you rely on your friends to help, but sometimes talking things out can go a long way. Trust me kid, I know this stuff. I've lived a long life." He told me.

"Forty years old isn't that long." I joked.

Gekko smirked at that. "No, it isn't, but this is exactly what you do Sora. You try to change the conversation so that the problems that you are facing are forgotten, so that you can suffer all alone. Maybe with your friends you are different, maybe you trust your teachers a lot more than you trust me, and if you do, I can't fault you. I'm not your blood father, and so maybe I can't give you what you really want. Honestly, that's my biggest fear, you deciding that you don't need me. Maybe you never needed me, but I do care for you, so don't ever doubt that you got it?"

I shook my head. "It's not that, and you are my dad. If anyone says otherwise I'll beat them up. It's just... my friend. He lost his brother recently. He was murdered, and I feel guilty dad. I feel guilty because I didn't help him, I was lying in a hospital bed unaware of his suffering. I didn't message him, I just thought I could help him easily. And now I have no idea how to help him, even if I'm resolved to help him completely. I promised myself that I'd help everyone, and now this is my time to prove myself, and I can't do anything."

He placed his arm on my shoulder, smiling at me gently. "You know kid, when I sat down here, I didn't expect this. I thought you were at that age where you wanted to reconnect with your blood family, to try and find them. Luckily, we haven't had any problems like that with you yet, and Hinata deals with Miwa exclusively when it comes to stuff like this." He said winking at me. "Don't tell her I said that, because she will probably make me sleep on the couch for at least a week."

"Argh, you know what I went on a bloody tangent." He sighed while sipping his drink. "Sora, it's been a pleasure watching you move forward without hesitation. You were, and still are, a brash, awkward and sometimes shameless young man. But you are also kind, kind enough to feel guilty about not being able to help a friend when they needed it. I'm sure you know what needs to be done, so I won't waste anymore of your time, and I'll give it to you straight." Gekko told me.

"You know exactly what you need to do, I'm sure you might feel lost as of now. But you have the strength to walk forward because that is your honest to God superpower. The ability to pick yourself back up and go at it repeatedly, to not give up. Is it cliché? Maybe. But it's you Sora, I know you were not planning to give up anyway, and I'm sure that you were going to try your hardest, so I'll say this at least. Even if you fail, don't let it get to you. Failure is natural, so when it happens don't even think twice about it, just get the hell back up and try again. If you do that, then I have no doubt that you will be fine."

...He was right, if I wanted to achieve my goals, if I really wanted to help everyone then I couldn't be like this. Sure, I failed Iida. But I wasn't going to fail him again, I wasn't going to brush him off and think I could deal with his emotions in a single conversation. Iida deserved more than that, and I was going to give him more than that. I was going to help him, and that was that. Trying to convince him to not go after Stain was a stupid plan, no I would face him head on.

I was going to show Iida that there was a better way of coping.

I just needed to find it first.

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Chapter

Twenty Three (V2)

'A sky full of stars is better than a sky filled with nothing'

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It was just another day at school.

My alarm didn't go off and so I was late to school today, but only by five minutes which was a definite improvement. Such a massive improvement that Aizawa-sensei was shocked to say the least, he even marked me in as present instead of marking me in as late which was a positive. And the stares from those around me-, God, Ojiro thought I was an alien in disguise as Sora or something as he asked me a couple of questions to make sure I was who I said I was.

"Whats your favourite colour?"

"Red. Or blue. I like both."

"Whats your favourite sweet flavour?"

"Anything with strawberry."

"What were you doing last week on his day at approximately thirteen hundred hours?"

"...sleeping in class?"

Needless to say Ojiro and I got glared at by Aizawa to shut up, or else he would make us shut up permanently. Not a pleasant feeling, but to my left I could see him. Tenya Iida was sitting in the same seat as always, back straight up as he made notes of what Aizawa was saying. But this time it felt off, it felt like he was going through the motions instead if actually doing it because he wanted to. Squinting my eyes, I could even see the bags underneath his eyes.

If those bags were from grocery shopping, it would be enough to feed a family for at least two months.

Not that I could blame him for not sleeping, after what happened it was a no brainer.

But there wasn't anything I could do to alleviate his pain, the only thing I could do right now is help him out for the future. Help him so he doesn't make a mistake that will affect the rest of his life. It was going to be tricky, Iida was headstrong and wouldn't listen to me outright. But I'd crack the fucker open and make him spill his guts to me, and then we could play a couple games late into the night.

That was my ideal therapy session.

"So, if I may have your attention class." Aizawa said. "Today's agenda will be a special one, during our Hero Informatics class today we will be coming up with your Hero aliases, your names so to speak." At that, everyone but myself burst into excited chatter. I was not looking forward to this, especially since I sucked at naming things. I sucked so bad, I had to steal other people's names for attacks, or just anything, and they still sounded lame and out of place.

"Yes, yes. All very exciting, but first we have to discuss more pressing issues. The Pro-Hero draft picks I mentioned a few weeks ago, the internships to put it bluntly, have all been finalised. Many of you in this class recieved many offers, even from top level heroes. Many of you didn't receive the amount of offers that you would have wanted, and that's okay." He told us. "These heroes are investing in your future, and no one can predict the future, if you work hard who knows what might happen. So don't take the results too badly."

The board behind Aizawa-sensei changed, showing a chart with our names on it. I bit my lip nervously as I read each line, I wasn't anywhere near the top. But at least I wasn't at the bottom, eventually I found myself sitting at seventh position with ninety four offers. I whistled at that, I wasn't far off one hundred. Then and again, my performance with me constantly injuring myself wasn't exactly encouraging.

Naturally, Todoroki and Bakugo had the most offers. Mineta glared at them jealously, and if it wasn't for Kaminari throwing a paper ball at the back of his head I'm sure he would have started to chant a demonic curse against the two boys. Bah, not that I cared if they got above three thousand offers... Okay it really bugged me. But, what bugged me even more was Kaminari receiving two hundred offers.

"Who's da' man!" He said cockily, pointing towards himself. "I'm da' man."

"Shut up."

"Piss off prick."

Kaminari pouted at that. "Oh, is Sora and Mineta jealous that the pro's recognise my greatness? Don't worry, when I become a famous hero you two can work at my agency. I'm told janitors are quite hard to find these days, so I'll make sure to reserve that position for you two."

"You are such an annoying cunt." Mineta replied. "Ooh look at me I got above one hundred offers. Now I'm better than you. How about you get one hundred bitches first, one's that aren't bought with money."

Kaminari spluttered as I high-fived the purple haired boy. "Nice one. God only know how long Kaminari will hang on to this, it'll probably be a decade or two before he stops mentioning this." I could just imagine it, when I eventually get married Kaminari's speech as my best man would include the fact that one time when we were fifteen he received more offers than me.

I could also imagine Jiro glaring daggers at him beside me-,

Glancing behind me, Jiro and Yaoyorozu were engaged and a deep conversation about... something. The ways her eyes sparked when she talked about whatever she was talking, pointing towards her notebook. The way her brows furrowed when she was annoyed, or the way she rolled her eyes sarcastically. And then her eyes met mine, and well I turned around very quickly.

"Is there love in the air?" Kaminari mocked.

"Shut up." I replied, resting my head on my desk. "I have no idea what you are talking about."

"But you have rosy cheeks?"

"I have a cold."

"That's a rubbish excuse."

Tch. "Kaminari, it really isn't what you think it is."

"I think someone has a crush."

...Okay, maybe Kaminari does know what it is. Still, not like I would ever admit it. I had far too much pride-, actually that wasn't the right word. I was far too embarassed to admit to Kaminari that I was interested in Jiro. Partly because I didn't, or rather couldn't be in a relationship with her. Gah, why is this so confusing?! I never, ever, want to talk about my feelings!

To nobody!

Apart from Miwa.

But that's different, knowing her she would try to help me get with Jiro. Argh, but that would go against my plan of actions. You know what, I'm just going to forget this ever happened. Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think of going to a cafe. Yes, a nice cafe so I can order some food. They would have a nice strawberry sundae, and I would order the largest size.

Jiro would be next to me, and she'd blush cutely as I would feed her some of it-,

Why would I be feeding Jiro my food?! And why was Jiro there?!

Kaminari snickered at me. "Boy, you are so in love you don't even realise it." He tried to say in English, butchering the language so badly that I had to ask for him to repeat it once more. "Hey, it's not my fault. I heard it in a American movie and thought it was funny." Kaminari tried defending himself. Before I could reply, the door opened to reveal Midnight, her whip in hand as she strutted into our classroom, swaying her hips for extra measure.

I had to physically drag Mineta back to his seat in order to prevent him from running up and hugging her. Down boy, down! There is a time and place!

"The name you youngsters pick now may be what the world ends up calling you for the rest of your life." She said with a wink. "That's happened to plenty of pro-heroes out there. Remember 'Lifebringer?'" She asked us.

Tokoyami raised his hand. "Wasn't he the hero that turned terrorist?"

"Bingo!" Midnight nodded. "Dear old Zach became a eco-terrorist and tried to take over Japan with his group of like minded people. However, everyone refers to him as 'Lifebringer' because calling him 'Death' is ironic considering his uprising only led to him being charged with tax evasion. Nonetheless, coming up with a creative name is very important, your alias is your identity. It will show to the world how marketable you really are, so think long and hard about them." She winked at Mineta, who I swore just orgasmed from it.

Aizawa-sensei sighed. "I'm no good at this stuff, so Midnight will take over from here. Any questions you have can go directly to her, but do remember that your name can be able to reflect your true character. The best names are the ones that are simple, trust me I've taught my fair share of students who thought using interesting world-plays as a name would go down well only for it to be shortened into something crude."

Ouch.

I could only imagine the amount of pain they must be in.

"So then, who's ready?" Midnight asked.

No one put their hands up.

"...All right, you have fifteen minutes."

I sighed. What to name myself... what to name my kids. I like the name Rean, I could imagine Rean being a boy who was a little taller than me. Ideally he would have my hair colour so he can suffer with me in looking like an anime character, and ideally he would have his mother's triangular eyes and be gifted at music-, Nope! This was just... annoying now.

"So, what are the ideas you two have?" I asked Kaminari and Mineta.

"The Grape."

"Electro!"

"Pft. Electro. Lame, can't you think of anything else?"

"Who you calling lame, what kind of name is 'The Grape'? What are you, a cheese board?"

"I 'boarded' your mother last night."

"Say that again and I'll electrocute you to death you midget."

I suffered through to two dumbasses arguing for around fifteen minutes, it was so entertaining that I forgot to come up with my own name. Shit, guess I was going to have to improvise. Midnight, after hearing our conversation filled with insults, decided to make us the first three people to present our names. I wanted to murder Kaminari and Mineta right then and there, but at least I got to go last.

"Ahem," Mineta yelled with a deep voice that did not suit him."I am The Grape, the great 'baller' from Kanagawa!" He introduced himself as, throwing his paper up in the air dramatically. "I will be known as the Ball hero: The Grape!" No one clapped. Kaminari and I held in our laughter, and Midnight bit her lip nervously as she was the only one who clapper her hands.

"That was... are you sure you didn't come up with any other names?"

"Well," Kaminari interrupted. "I did offer 'Grapist' but he said it was too dark."

"Likewise," I added. "My idea for him to be called the 'One Grope Man' or anything along those lines was refused outright. He said instead of gropes, he prefers long intimate sessions whatever that means."

"I-, you-," Mineta spluttered.

"Ooo, how about the 'Gropist?' That one's pretty innovative." Kaminari offered.

"I'm surprised you know how to pronounce that word Kaminari. Hey, what about the amazing, the spectacular Grope-Man?" I said, getting Kaminari to burst out laughing. "Oh yeah, can you imagine the Grope-man going around beating villains with one grope? Maybe he should be called the Grape Fondler? Because he fondled with his balls-," At that even Mineta started laughing.

"Oh shush. This all makes me sound like a lecherous pervert."

"That's exactly what you are."

"Kaminari you join me in all my escapades! Only Sora is the clean one here."

I clapped my hands excitedly. "Haha, you hear that I'm innocent! Oh, how long I've waited for this sweet, succulent, taste of freedom! Sucks to be you bitches!"

"Ahem. I see, so this is how it is." Midnight fumed. "So the three aren't taking this exercise seriously. Two weeks worth of detention ought to do the trick I think. Next." Mineta cried with laughter beside me, and all I could do was offer him a scornful look. Bastard probably enjoyed us getting in trouble, not realising that he was also in trouble.. She really gave the three of us detention... Damn. I yawned as I shoved the still snickering Kaminari in front of us.

"This is your fault doofus." I whispered to him. "You started it!"

"And you followed right after me."

"I didn't know we were kicking the hornets nest!"

Midnight coughed once again. "So, Kaminari your name."

"Oh, erhm," The blonde boy began. "Well, since my Quirk works sorta' like a taser, I thought why not run with the theme." Turning his whiteboard around, written in his hideous handwriting was actually a pretty cool name. "The Stun Gun Hero: Chargebolt." He explained with a nervous smile, expecting us to laugh at him as he quickly looked at the ground to avoid our stares.

"That's..." Mineta was impressed as he didn't even finish his sentence. But I couldn't blame him, guess that blonde haired idiot could really be creative when the situation demanded it.

"Dude, that's a fucking sweet name!" I yelled clapping him on the back. "You are way better at naming things than I'am."

"You think it's good?"

"Why wouldn't I. And 'good' doesn't cut it, it's a great name."

Kaminari blushed at that, scratching his cheek as he nodded at me. "Thanks."

"Now I'm going to have to try and top that." I replied as I stood forward, clutching my empty whiteboard in one hand and the pen in another. I cleared my throat as I addressed the class with a smile, or what was probably an awkward smile. I was glancing back between Midnight, who was still pissed off at us for interrupting her lesson that way, and Aizawa-sensei who was staring at me curiously.

"So, uh, hi." I greeted. "So, about my hero name... I think it should be..." Crap, what was a good name? Just think of something, anything. "The... Flying Hero: Cloud? I mean yeah, the Flying Hero: Cloud!" I said confidently. "So what do you think?"

Midnight merely shook her head. "Boring. Well, at least the two of you actually tried. Yamazaki, try again. Next-,"

"Wait, wait!" I interrupted her. "Just one more chance! I have one!"

"Go on."

I bit my lip nervously. "The Protecting Hero: Ichigo!"

"You may like strawberries, but I fail to see how the number fifteen is related to your life." Midnight replied.

"Well I'm born on the tenth of May, the tenth day of the fifth month. Adding them makes fifteen."

"..."

"What?" I huffed out. "The mental gymnastics on that one is pretty good, you have to admit."

"Any other ideas?" Midnight asked. Wow, she really didn't like me ideas. That hurt. They were pretty creative, well I tried to make them as creative as possible, stealing-, burrowing other names from different series.

I grinned. I had a full truckload of them. "The Great Salamander Hero: Natsu! Or, The Pirate King Hero: Luffy!" Her sighs indicated that she wasn't impressed. "The Cool Hero: Yusei! The Ramen Hero: Naruto! The Magic Hero: Asta! The Hero's Hero: Baku! The Hunter Hero: Hisoka! The Curse Hero: Gojo! The Devil Hero: Shinra!" For every suggestion I gave, Midnight looked like she wanted to tear her hair out and whip me until I came up with a half decent name.

"The Fourteenth Hero: Nea? The Half Hero: Allen? The Mafia Hero: Reborn!? The Phantom Hero: Joker? The Scarecrow Hero: Kakashi? The Asspull Hero: Goku? The Kind Hero: Tanjiro? The Delinquent with a Heart of Platinum Hero: Jotaro? The Black Swordsman Hero: Guts? The 'real' Black Swordsman Hero: Kirito? The Skating Hero: Ikki? The Volleyball Hero: Hinata? The Generation of Miracles Hero: Kuroko? The Zura Janai Hero: Katsura Da!?" I offered.

But they were all rejected.

"They all sound... stolen." Midnight commented. Shit, she found out what a fraud I was.

"Oh, oh!" I bounced up and down excitedly. "The Samurai Hero: Gin! Because I use a sword, and because my costume is quite like a samurai it fills that part. And 'Gin' means silver right? Well my hair at a certain angle can be called silver, or rather it's white and extremely light blue which mix together to create silver. Isn't that an accurate representation of me?"

"Hm..." Midnight stroked her chin carefully as she hummed. "Well, it is a step up compared to the previous names. But it isn't good enough. The name isn't for describing you physically, it's for describing who you are on the inside." She eventually said. "Can you do that for me? Make a name that represents you, and only you. A name that represents your soul."

Huh.

Soul.

Truth be told I had no idea where to start. The Conflicted Hero: Checker Face? No, that was way too on the nose. Still, she praised me for giving it an effort at least and proceeded to got rid of Kaminari and I's detention with a stern warning that if we interrupted her lesson again, there would be hell to pay. Still the rest of the lesson proceeded as I expected.

Tsuyu chose Froppy, a cute name.

Kirishima in all his manliness chose the name Red Riot, which predictably caused a riot when it was revealed it was a homage to an older hero, the Crimson Riot.

Sero chose the name Cellophone, Shoji chose Tentacoole, Ojiro chose Tailman, Hagakure chose Invisible and after some debating over if it was fair Kirishima was able to pay homage but she wasn't able to pay homage to a movie, Mina eventually relented and chose Pinky as her name which fit her... theme. Yaoyorozu had a massive speech about the her Quirk and how she would be called Creati for some philosophical reason or something.

Todoroki just chose his first name, Shoto, as his name which was pretty effective. Tokoyami chose Tsukuyomi as his name, and the shy boy Koda chose Anima as his name. Even Uraraka's Uravity was approved, which put me in a foul mood. Not that I was jelous that she could name things with ease, but that it was approved without any hesitation. I really liked the name Gin...

Predictably, King Explosion Murder was rejected outright and so I laughed at Bakugo's furious expression. Before I was reminded that I too had to redraft my name, which made the blond boy laugh manically in my direction.

"Ha, loser. You have to redraft your Hero name!" Bakugo yelled.

"...so do you."

"SHUT UP YOU SHITTY CLOUD WATCHER! I DON'T NEED TO REDRAFT ANYTHING!"

Iida was up next, and he chose his first name as well. I glanced at the taller boy, for a brief moment his eyes betrayed how he truly felt as his whiteboard had the start of another name, Ingenium. But he had rubbed it off, and while no one said anything about it, they had to have noticed. Especially as Midnight's look softened and passed his name without any protest.

Jiro went up next, and I mostly avoided her gaze just to make sure I wouldn't embarrass myself. Gah, I admit I have feelings for one friend and now it feels like the whole world is going to collapse around me. What bullshit, whoever said going through puberty again was easy deserved to be publicly executed. Hell, I'd help with killing the bastard myself if need be.

And finally...

"This will be my hero name." Midoriya said, pointing at his whiteboard. Deku. I grinned at him, of course I already knew what his name was going to be before he even stepped a foot into our classroom, but it still put a smile on my face. Izuku Midoriya really was someone else, and Bakugo could only glare angrily in response. I stuffed my hands in my pockets as I walked to the front and asked if I could burrow a piece of chalk.

Grinning slightly, I pressed the piece of chalk against the board and pulled. Did it make an unpleasant sound? Yes. But it was only to add to the effect, and totally not because I wanted to annoy everyone. Still, Midnight clicked her tongue next to me in annoyance, but even I could see the makings of a smile on her face as she realised what I was writing.

To be completely honest, I wasn't too sure of it.

I mean... it was a name I came up with, so there was a big chance that it would be rejected outright. Plus, it sounds kind of silly. And I couldn't really describe it without backtracking.

But hey, it fit me.

"The Over the Top Hero: Aozora!" I presented with an exaggerated swish near the end, chucking the piece of chalk across the room. Like a badass. "Over the top because I can fly with my Quirk, and I tend to go very over the top apparently. Plus Mineta sent me a quiz, and apparently I like to dominate-," Mineta gave me the dirtiest look ever. Ouch, maybe I should stop for now? Didn't this teeter on the edge of bullying?

"Ahem," I coughed slightly. "Ignoring that comment which did not happen. That was a joke, just like Kaibara in 1B. Seriously, drill hands? Anyways, 'Aozora' means blue sky, as in the very sky over our heads. I was tempted to go with my name, Sora, but some of you already used your names and so I didn't want to get rejected."

I glared at Todoroki in particular.

He stole my idea!

Tch, unoriginal punk.

"And what does it mean when used together?" Hagakure asked. "They don't seem correlated."

"Well..." I looked to the right, staring outside of the window. It was a nice day to go to the roof and have outside, preferably with some dessert for good measure. Maybe a strawberry tart? No. Anything but that. "I guess what I'm trying to say is that I will go over the top and save people. Protecting them as well, but from a blue sky. A clear one, a future where we can all relax."

"Aozora huh..." Midnight's grin matched my own. "You certainly went above and beyond on this one, I approve!"

I sat back down next to Kaminari and Mineta who high-fived me in response. Heh, even they were impressed. Well it can't be helped, I am a God after all. All these foolish mortals with heir silly names cannot even compare to the genius of mine, Aozora was a hero name for the ages! Future generations would be studying my escapades in great detail, which all would declare me as the greatest hero to ever exist-,

"King Explosions of Murder."

"Sit back down Bakugo... just sit back down."

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Chapter

Twenty Three (V3)

'The best stalkers are the ones who never get caught!'

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"Psst." I whispered to Sero and Tokoyami.

"Yo dude, what's up?"

"Greetings."

"I, uhm," How was I going to explain this? "I need your help."

Sero smirked. "For real? I'm in... for a price of course!"

"You just want free food."

Sero nodded as he slapped my back jokingly, even ruffling my hair playfully. "Hahaha, I'm glad you know. Ahaha, ahahaha." He replied laughing like a lunatic, seriously did he escape the mental asylum or something?"

"I shall assist you in your undertaking Yamazaki." Tokoyami replied.

I smiled at the bird-boy. No, his name is Tokoyami, a true friend. Not like that moocher who was still laughing like a fool.

"Yes, well that's where the problem lies." I said.

"Hm? So no free food?"

"Free? I was going to pay for it dumbass!" I shouted at him.

"Ah, so we still get the food?"

"I-, do you just care about the food?"

"Well... sorta? I mean getting anything for free is amazing. It's just people are more likely to give out free food rather than a free tv, or a free car."

"Does that mean you tried to get a free tv and a free car?"

Sero grinned at me, giving me a thumbs up. "Yep. It didn't work and I nearly got arrested. Ahaha, ahaha."

I sighed.

"What doth thee needeth us to doth?" Tokoyami asked.

"...relax on the Shakespearian English, and maybe I'll tell you."

"Ahaha, ahaha. I didn't understand a word you just said Tokoyami! Ahaha, ahaha!" Sero was rolling on the floor at this point, and I resisted the urge to kick him repeatedly while he was on the floor. He's a friend. I had to remind myself. You aren't supposed to kick friends. What would Jiro think? She would probably be very disappointed in me, although not as disappointed when she would find out what I was planning.

This was not going to go well. I can already imagine the results, the disappointed look on Aizawa-sensei's face, the rest of the girls of our class looking at me in disgust, the betrayed looks on Kaminari and Minet'a faces. Midoriya looking like a sheep crossing the road, and Todoroki just staring blankly at me while Bakugo rages on in the background saying he can do it better than me.

"I need your help in stalking Iida."

Silence.

The airhead spoke first. "Oh you need help in stalking a boy? Ah that's great news, that means I can finally make a move on Jiro and not get my balls crushed by you for moving on your girl, ahahaha, ahaha-," He was interrupted as I tripped him up.

"Not that kind of stalking! And what do you mean by 'your girl?'"

"Come on dude, we have already made our bets on how long before you and Jiro go out."

"I concur. Thee two wouldst maketh a cute couple."

I snorted. "Please, as if-,"

"If I told you her cup size, what would you do?"

I hummed. "Well I'd ask you how you got that information, and depending on the answer I'd beat the shit out of you, steal your lunch money and buy myself some food. For free of course."

"Ahahaha, ahaha. That's funny. See, you are totally in love with her!"

"That's not the point! Will you help me in stalking Iida?"

Tokoyami asked, "Is this to doth with his broth'r's death?"

I nodded.

"Ah, you wanna' see if he's grieving right?" Sero asked. I nodded once again. "Ahaha, and here I thought you were stalking him because you liked him. Not that there is anything wrong with liking boys, ahaha, just that I thought you liked boys after being very open about liking girls which was weird, ahaha. Like, how would Kaminari and Mineta react? You feel me brother?"

"No, I do not feel you." I replied. "But you will feel my fist in your stomach if you don't shut up."

"Ahaha, okay."

"At which hour shall we starteth stalking that gent?"

"Now preferably." I replied. "Come on, let's go. And remember, don't attract too much attention. Being conspicuous is key, so I brought these." I handed them a few hats and a fake moustache. "Sero, you take the moustache and the bowler hat. Tokoyami, choose any hat and I'll give you a coat or something." I added as I pulled out a yellow raincoat from my bag.

"Dude... how will this help us?" Sero complained. "We look more shady in wearing these disguises compared to if we wore our uniforms."

"Well it was either this, or giving you two a cardboard box. And this will work, it's happened before!"

"Yeah, maybe in manga and movies. This is real life."

"And what do you think they are based of from stupid?"

"Wh're is that gent? Shouldst we starteth stalking that gent anon?" Tokoyami asked. "If 't be true we scout the area out first, we can stalk that gent without any problems."

I nodded.

I had no idea what he just said, so I just nodded.

"Ahahaha, this is going to be great. Plus free food!" Sero yelled, punching the air excitedly. "Let's have some sushi!"

"NO!" I snapped. "No sushi. That's way too expensive. I'll buy some ramen, deal?"

"WOOOO FREE RAMEN!"

The three of us waited for after school, in our chosen outfits. I wore a bright orange tracksuit with a green spiral on the back, as well as a face mask and a yellow beanie from a children's game series. I also wore joke glasses to hide my eyes. We waited for Iida to eventually come out, and when he did we made our move. Slowly, we crept up on him, making our distance shorter and shorter with each step.

And every time he turned around, we hid inside a close by bush.

"Ahaha, what's our excuse if he catches us?" Sero whispered.

"Training exercise." I replied. "Aizawa put us up to it."

We followed the vice-president of our class to the train station, where in which I burrowed a newspaper from someone sitting down.

"I'll give it back to you later old man." I said as I grabbed Tokoyami and Sero by the hands and dragged them onto Iida's train carriage. Opening the newspaper up, I nodded at the two of them to disperse around the carriage in order to not draw any attention. Iida sat down on the seat one metre metres in front of me, and so I positioned myself slightly to the left in order to be able to see what he was doing on his phone.

Come on Iida, just show one sign of anger against the Hero Killer and I'll present it as evidence to Aizawa-sensei. And then he wouldn't allow you to go on the trip in a few days, so you would never have the chance to meet Stain. Thus, Iida wouldn't be in danger, and the Pro-Hero's could deal with the bastard and save the day all by themselves. And I wouldn't even have to fight!

I could take a nice trip to Hawk's agency, who actually gave me an offer surprisingly, and relax all day with my favourite hero. Maybe we could watch some sports, drink a few beers and tell each other embarrassing childhood stories. Ah, what I would do for that dream to become a reality. And then, I could ask him the most important question of all time.

Even if he's short, how do the ladies still lust after him?

I thought if you were below six foot, you had no chance. Clearly Hawks has a strategy, and one that I intend on learning and implementing in my own life. Aha! Iida's using his phone to... call someone?

Bzzt.

Bzzt.

Oh, someone was calling me.

"Moshi Moshi," I said as I answered my phone. "What do you want?"

"Can you stop stalking me?"

"Pfft, I don't even know who you are. Why would I stalk you?" I replied.

Iida glared at my direction. Shit, he knew I was here?! Abort mission, abort the fucking mission!

"I think you already know who I am." Iida replied, sighing heavily. "Seriously? Only you could have such a bad fashion sense. First of all, your glasses aren't even on properly, and your face mask is inside out! Secondly, you are still wearing your school shoes and trousers, so it doesn't hide much. And thirdly, I can see your schoolbag. I've made sure to memorise everyone's schoolbags in our class in case of an emergency."

"O...kay?"

"Furthermore, this is an invasion of privacy. I understand that you must worried about me, but I truly am fine." Tch, now that was a lie. "Just go home Yamazaki. There isn't a need for you to worry about me, and the fact that you do makes me feel guilty." Hoho, pulling out the guilt card so I feel bad for making you feel guilty?! I do this all the time, he thinks it can work on me, the person who practically invented that move?!

"Alright Iida, alright. But don't tell me you aren't planning to try and fight him, because Sora hates liars."

"...why are you speaking in second person?"

"Honestly, I thought it sounded cool. Still, I know what you are planning."

"I'm planning to study under a great Pro-Hero who-,"

"Just happens to be in Hosu, the city where your brother was killed right? No, scratch that, the city where Stain will be located in for the next few days." I sarcastically interrupted him."It would be a 'coincidence' if you manages to find him, and fight right? That's your 'studying' right? Well it's stupid. You will get yourself killed, so knock it off or else I'll beat you black and blue. I'm not joking you know."

Iida didn't reply.

"That's what I thought. Listen, I don't want to come back to U.A finding out that a friend of mine was killed. Retract your offer accepting Manual's request, and I'll leave you be. Don't get it twisted, fighting or even killing Stain won't bring your brother back. You will just ruin the life your brother fought hard to protect, and is that something you want? So stop being a dumbass, and let it go."

"Is that what you really think of me?" Iida eventually replied. "Yama-, No, Sora. I would never-,"

"Cut the bullshit. I never thought you would lie to friend, and here we are. Who would have thought, maybe you wouldn't have. But I knew. I know everything that you are planning to do, and I'm still going out of my way to give you a chance. Do you know how easily it would have been for me to sneak into the office and change your offer to someone from Okinawa? Because I can do that."

"You can't." Iida responded. "If you could do that, you would have already done it. If that was your bluff, than I'm afraid you lose. I'm doing anything, I'm going to Hosu to learn what it means to be a hero. If the Hero Killer appears while I am there, then that is purely coincidental. But it is my duty, as a hero, to sop him. Nothing more, and nothing less. No elaborate revenge plot, just pure chance."

Tch.

The fool thought he could manipulate me that easily?

I wasn't born yesterday ya' know!

"Fine, fine." I said hanging up the phone as I walked towards him. Ha, that was a great idea. I sat down opposite him as I folded the newspaper that I stole and put it in someone's bag, before turning to face him. "I suppose it would be unlucky if I decided to enter the same internship as you, no? Because Manual also offered me a place. I haven't accepted any offers yet."

"You wouldn't-,"

"I would. And I will, because if you don't listen to me I will follow your every moves. I will tie you down, prevent from even thinking about Stain before you even have the chance to chase after him." I said coldly. "I'm not playing around Iida, this is dangerous. You have friends, family, they already lost one son. I don't think they could handle loosing another due to his foolishness."

Iida glared at the ground.

"Why? It's none of your business."

"It isn't."

"Then why?! Why do all this?" He nearly shouted. "Just leave me alone. "

"Because," I said putting my hand on his shoulder. "You look like you need help... That's what I would say if I were Midoriya, or anyone with a good heart. Look at my face, does this scream shining paragon of justice to you? I'm doing this because I don't want you to die, because I don't you to be murdered and forgotten. Because I don't our class to have to deal with someone dying so early. Because, you are my friend, our friend."

"I don't your need your help. Just..." Iida paused as he stood up. "If I retract my offer, will you retract yours?"

I nodded. "Yep. I want to go with Hawks anyway, so I would very much prefer if you gave up on it. Please. For a friend."

Iida didn't say anything as he got off the train.

I sighed, it was better than nothing.

"So, when do we get free food?" Sero shouted.

Gah.

A dangerous moocher.

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Chapter

Twenty Three (V4)

'They say wearing a brand new suit results in a new you!'

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"So you want me to... redesign your weapon?" Mei Hatsume repeated slowly.

"Yes."

"Boring. Next!"

"Hey-, Hold on!" I yelled. "This is exciting, not boring!"

"..But it's just a wooden sword?" She asked confused.

"Exactly!" I said nodding. "You have creative control over a wooden sword! You can install anything on it, hell a vibrator for all I care for. Just make it way more durable, and fire resistant. And maybe add some cool features to it, like a MP3 player. That would be totally cool."

"Hm." She stroked her chin. "It won't be a fun baby to make..."

"Well, what if I help in building the babies with you. I'm sure it must be a hard, and long process by yourself. With me, we can speed it up by around nine months? If this baby is your priority, we can get it done in a day-, Less than that if we work together." I replied.

Mineta gasped behind me, and Kaminari looked visibly shocked.

Haha, I was the Hatsume whisperer!

"Fine. But we are going to make a super baby. We are going to make the ultimate baby, one that blows all the other babies out of the water! You know," She said, "I've never made a baby with a co-parent before."

"I've never been a parent." I admitted.

"Ah, it's easy. You just got to do the thing, and boom. The baby is done, and after that you have to take real good care of it."

"You just do the thing?" I asked.

"Yep! And don't the forget the boom! It's an important part of the process."

"So," I smirked, Mineta and Kaminari were staring at me as if I was a God. "We are going to do the thing together, with the boom, and we will make a baby?"

"A super baby." She corrected.

"Ah, right, a super baby. Have I gotten this right?"

She nodded. "Yep! You really are a smart guy, maybe our baby will be better now that you have joined in on the process?"

Ah, the follies of youth.

I think that Hatsume knows what she's saying sounds wrong, it's just she just doesn't care. Or maybe she takes perverse pleasure out of it. I mean really, she just said she was going to do the 'thing' with me in order to create a baby. How else could that be interpreted? Well, if you weren't a Hatsume whisperer you might get the wrong idea, however I graduated from Hatsume college with a PhD.

See, Iida didn't retract his offer.

Instead he asked Aizawa for more time to decide, and Aizawa granted him that extra few days. He was waiting for me to choose Hawks so he could go back and be with Manual, but that didn't happen. Instead, I sadly had to reject Hawks's offer and turn in the accepted Manual offer - An action that hurt my soul. Who even was Manual?! The 'Normal Hero' was a nobody!

There was a reason why he didn't make my top five hero's list!

Because he wasn't worthy!

And so, if I were going to intern alongside Manual, there was a chance that I was going to have to fight Stain. So, I needed an upgrade. My bokuto was broken, completely and utterly broken. Wood and fire do not get along well, so I was going to improve it.

"You want the baby to be fire proof?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, any ideas? I was thinking like a metal coating underneath, so even if the wood goes away I still have it."

"But that would make it a metal sword, and not your wooden sword. You would be changing our baby's entire race."

"We can adopt the baby?"

"But then it isn't our baby."

Hm.

Tricky.

"Why not use a real sharp baby?" She asked me.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone."

"But you are a hero! If you don't hurt someone, then who will?"

"A real sharp baby can kill."

Hm, I suppose." Her eyes widened as he got an idea. Grabbing me by my hand rather forcefully, she pulled me over to a corner with a machine that had a blanket over it. "How about, we use your baby and add a few stuff to it?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Self regenerating wood!"

"That... exists?"

"No silly, but we can make it exist using your Quirk!"

"You know my Quirk? Wait, how the hell does my Quirk factor into self regenerating wood?!"

She snorted. "Duh, your Quirk makes hot fire when you bleed. I'm going to need you to bleed so we can get a hot enough fire to make a frame. Scratch improving your baby, we are going to make a brand spanking new one."

"Spanking huh?" I grinned. "I didn't know you were kinky like that."

"Kinky?" She asked me.

"Never mind then. Onwards with the baby making process!"

She dragged me around to a furnace.

"Here," She said shoving some metal in my hands. "Melt this into..." She then drew a sketch of what looked like a sword. "Yep, this baby is going to be the best baby of all time. At least until I make an even better baby." The sketch she made was interesting to say the least, it looked like a traditional sword only with the edges being shaded in. In fact, it reminded me of a laser sword from an anime or something, mostly made of metal but the sharp edges coloured in.

The hilt looked especially interesting, with the guard of the katana twisting upwards like a knife along with the normal circular design you would typically see from a katana. And right at the bottom of the hilt lay two lines, connected into one. I wonder what it was for, but I got to work right away. The furnace wasn't open for use for Hatsume, something about her not having the permission to use it after making a baby, so I was the next best thing.

She was truly lucky that I could make some fire using my Quirk.

Well actually it converted my clouds into fire, but same thing really.

I don't really need to use one of my ones anyway, so I might as well break that for the time being. Summoning my Nimbus, familiar flames crept existence as I launched them at the metal, melting it down from the solid that it was to a liquid, it was taking some time so to hurry it up I got rid of my left pinkie finger and turned the red flames to a pure white.

This time it didn't hurt, well a part from the throbbing pain that my broken toe and finger periodically gave me, I was quite alright. But the flames were small, barely bigger than my hands, but at least they got the job done. And it did allow me to test a hypothesis, that being that the greater the sacrifice, the greater the... level? I wasn't really clear on it yet, but the flames were small and slightly more difficult to control compared to before.

Which mean that the bigger sacrifice's, like my arms and whatnot, not only increased my control over the flames but also the size of them. Which meant-, Aha! I grinned excitedly as with my left hand that was free, I managed to summon some Nimbus into existence. Which meant that the toe and finger that I had broken had only allowed me to convert some of my Nimbus into fire, not all of it.

Which meant I could potentially multitask.

"Alright, bring the metals over here so we can make the framework!" She yelled as she put on her goggles and used the steel plier that she was holding to grab it from the furnace as I made my Quirk disappear. Gah, my toe was killing me. I suppose I did break it after all, and my finger was starting to piss me off. At least the pain was starting to go away, thank God for that healing Quirk.

"Metals?" I asked confused.

"What, did you think our baby would be made using one metal?" Hatsume yelled at me. "Our baby is special, and so it requires the best metals we have on offer! Tamahagane, Damascus and so many more steels you would never dream of having! U.A is the best when it comes to making babies, they have so many rare materials at our disposal!" I cried at that.

"Are you allowed to use them?"

"Bah, they can buy new ones. Come, I've folded it enough times so it's time to forge out baby." She grinned.

"Have you ever forged a sword before?" I asked curiously.

"Mmh. My mum's side of the family are blacksmiths dating back to the Meiji era. I practically grew up with making swords, so this is a piece of cake." Walking up to me, she leaned in close to stare into my eyes for a few moments. I won't lie, I might have blushed and glanced sideways as she studied my face for a while. "Yes! I think I should implement that as well!" She said to herself, turning away from me to continue the process of forging the blade.

After hammering away at it using a U-shaped channel of sorts, the slab of metals eventually turned into something resembling a long blade. A tachi. But it wasn't done yet, not as she hummed to herself and touched the edge of the blade. "Hm. I think this is good enough." She said out loud as she turned around and ran to her computer. Loading up a program, she designed what seemed to be a a coating of sorts for the edge of the katana.

After pressing print, the 3D printer behind me started to rumble loudly as she shoved me aside and waited impatiently for whatever it was that she sent to the printer to be printed. Eventually, the black shell was printed out and she fitted it onto the blade. The edge of the sword was completely covered by the black shell, making it not pointy at all as she threw the sword at me.

Poking it, I realised that it was a completely hard shell.

So it was a sword that had its fangs cut off. I poked the edge of the sword, sure enough the shell completely stopped the blade from being sharp. I couldn't cut a thing even if I tried, which is even more embarrassing. Especially since there didn't look to be a way to get rid of the protective shell even if I wanted to, which meant this was just a glorified training sword.

Just another training sword, only this one is made from real metals.

"This is our 'super baby?' A training sword?" I asked confused.

She grinned at me as she plugged a few wires into her laptop and started to type away, ignoring my question. Was the 'baby' not done yet?! What more was she going to add to it, a laser sword? No. Lightsaber's weren't possible, just a child's fantasy... But if I could have a lightsaber it would totally be blue. Blue or red. Mainly blue because blue was an awesome colour.

But I also really liked red.

"Bring the baby over here!" She yelled. I passed her the sword as she plugged some wires into the hilt of the sword and started to fiddle around with it. "Let's add some of this... and some of that!" She said to herself as she used a screwdriver on her desk to open the hilt up and fiddled around with wires that I didn't even know existed. Placing the first battery she could find on her desk, she opened up the first drawer and took out a unused motherboard, and reattached all the wires back into place before finally closing the hilt once again with the battery firmly placed inside.

"There," She said handing the sword back to me. "Our baby should be working fine."

"What did you do to it?" I asked.

"Pull the guard down slightly."

I shrugged my shoulders as I pulled the guard down, and the black shell suddenly sprang to life. Black turned into a bright silver light, mixing well with the rest of the metallic blade. But what caught my eye was the fact that the blade that had been stripped away from its sharpness, was now sharper than ever. I didn't have to poke it to understand, the pure energy radiating from it told me enough.

When I said lightsabers were just a 'Childs fantasy' I suppose I was wrong.

Sure it was only the edges of the katana that illuminated with light, and sharp enough to cut through anything, I finally understood what Hatsume was trying to accomplish. All those questions at the beginning, she was learning more about me to create a blade tailored to me. I wasn't comfortable with a real blade, I wasn't comfortable with the sharpness, especially now with little old me potentially being half of a psychopath.

Having an option to turn the sharpness on and off was a helpful addition, plus it did look cool as hell. But maybe that was only me, and when the silver light flickered on and off Hatsume growled.

"Maybe there are some kinks left to work out." She complained.

"You think?!" I asked as a few spark nearly shocked me. I pulled the guard back up, resulting in the silver light disappearing, returning back to black shell that returned the blade back to being blunt. "So that's it? A laser sword that is triggered when I pull the guard down, and in its base form its comparable to a training sword. I mean sure it's cool, but it's not really the 'super baby' I was thinking off."

"It also acts as a MP3 player." She told me, plugging in her headphones to the hilt. "See? It works like a charm."

"You know what, this is the greatest thing ever created. You deserve a prize for this."

"Well, our baby is going to tear up the community. Just be sure to tell everyone that I made this if they ask."

"I'll recommend your name for the multiple generations to come. I'll have my future grandkids pray in your name every day for the rest of eternity, hell I'll even make more babies with you if you want."

"Sure, I'd like that Yamamoto."

"Yamamoto?" I asked confused. What?

"Isn't that your name?"

Maybe it was time to get a divorce with Mei Hatsume. Come along tachi, you are going to live with me for the rest of your life.

"Wait, don't go yet! We need to name our baby!"

Oh right. Fair point.

"I'm miserable with names." I replied. "So don't go asking me to name the sword something 'cool' or anything."

"How about Sakazuki?"

"...That's just a name."

To her credit, Hatsume nodded. "That's right. Our baby needs to have a fitting name!"

"How about the Kazekiri?" I asked.

"The 'Wind Cutter?' I like it! Our baby is strong enough to cut the winds themselves!"

I wasn't going to tell her that it was an attack from Street Fighter. Not that she would even know what Street Fighter even is, let alone be able to trace the reference back to one of Ibuki's special attacks. But it would probably break her heart if I did so, thus my silence was beneficial. The only thing left was for the newly dubbed 'Kazekiri' to be put in a sheathe, which really did not take too long.

Swinging it around my shoulder, I winked at Hatsume before leaving the support department, hopefully for good. I felt tired after dealing with Mei Hatsume for an hour, only God knows what would have happened. We probably would have joined forces to great a giant Gundam, or an Evangelion and take over the world or something. I'd like to see the villains try and fight a giant robot piloted by me with Hatsume's help.

Now that was a scary thought.

That was before the sword exploded and shocked me half to death.

"...Guess there are still some kinks left to work out." Hatsume smiled brightly, like a child in a to store, as she took the work-in-progress death weapon away from me. "I'll get it to you before you leave on your school trip or whatever it is. Maybe. Probably."

"That doesn't sound encouraging."

"Bah, as long as it works it'll be fine. You got shocked once, that's nothing. I'll make this baby be able to send shockwaves with a press of a button when I'm done with it."

"...Should you really be adding more features to it? I don't want it to malfunction on me when I'm in the middle of a fight."

"You are a hero. You focus and fighting and giving me feedback on our baby." Hatsume helped me up on the floor, grabbing a screwdriver from a nearby desk in the process. "I'm a mechanic, so let me worry about our baby. Okay?"

I grinned at her.

"Your got yourself a deal."

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Chapter

Twenty Three (V5)

'Cry for me, and I'll cry for you'

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"Are you sure you want to intern with Manual?"

"Yeah, I do." I replied. "Manual is one of my favourite heroes ever, I'm a massive fan of his. I even bought his mixtape from ten years ago, and his song 'Cry for Us' is an instant classic Aizawa-sensei. I even know all the lyrics off by heart, and I can sing them to you if need be. I even joined the Manual fan club, and have been a member for over twelve years-,"

"Spare me the sarcasm." My homeroom teacher interrupted me. Midoriya was waiting patiently behind me to hand his internship in. from the looks of it he chose Gran Torino as the hero to study under. Can't say I blame him, Gran Torino is one badass old man. Plus, he wasn't pervert which made him stand out from the rest of the 'old man teacher' tropes prevalent in manga and anime.

"Are you really sure that you want to inter with Manual? Yamazaki, I'm not too sure that you know this, but Manual isn't someone that can really give you much advice when it comes to your problem."

"Bah, I can take care of my problem on my own. I know how to handle it, it's just I've wanted to intern under Manual since I was a fetus-,"

"Sora-san, are you going to Manual to keep an eye on Iida?" Midoriya asked, taking the metaphorical wind out of my sails. I had a whole speech that I memorised declaring my unyielding love for Manual, and Izuku had to just go and ruin the bloody surprise?! The amount of studying - The dedication put into finding out everything there was to find out about Manual was a testament to my work ethic.

I actually studied, and I couldn't even share my knowledge.

This wasn't fair.

"Well now that makes me sound like a stalker." I replied. "But yeah, Iida needs to be kept in check. Especially if Stain really is still in Hosu, Iida potentially meeting him could lead to a volatile reaction. No, it will. He's going to need someone to watch over him and make sure he doesn't make a decision that he will regret for the rest of his life. And so I'll be the one to watch over him, this time free of charge."

Aizawa sighed as he shifted around in his seat. Luckily, the staff room was practically empty so no one else could overhear our conversation and report back to Iida, not that he didn't already know. The bastard was trying his hardest to avoid me for the past few days, but not even he could run away from his duties as our class Vice President. It was pretty easy making Yaoyorozu distracted, and letting Iida clean up after my mess.

Making our pens explode was a fun side activity to make us forget from the monotonous grind of a student.

"I have half a mind to ban both you and Iida from going on the trip."

I nodded. "I really think you should, it would make things a lot easier. But then he would carry his hatred, making it even worse. Ugh, I don't want to be sharing a class with an emo edgelord that has a goal of 'rebuilding his family's honour' and 'killing a certain man.' As much as I like the dark, brooding cool type, Iida doesn't pull it off ya' feel me?" Midoriya agreed with my statement.

"Yes, Sora-san you fit that archetype much better than Iida-san."

"Huh? I'm the cool, laid backed gambler guy! The fan favourite, I'm not a brooding person! Take that back you glorified cinnamon roll!"

Aizawa coughed, making the both of us apologise to him. Agh, I got Midoriya into trouble. Was he now a bad boy? Was he going to grow a mullet, get ear piercings and gain a harem? Was he going to be involved in having some 'alone time' with Bakugo's mum, before being caught double teaming Mount Lady and Midnight with Shigaraki - Because Shigaraki is now his 'sworn brother?'

"Well, I would cancel both your trips if I could." He said honestly. "But I can't. The Iida family is on U.A's board of directors, and so I can't exactly prohibit their son on attending this trip, even if he will be putting his life in danger. Furthermore, his sessions with Hound Dog are going 'well' so there truly is nothing I can do to try and add evidence to my argument; at best I'll appear irrational and at worse I'll make myself look like a fool and be fired from my job."

"So you are giving me the go-ahead?!" I yelled excitedly.

"Tell me Yamazaki, did I mutter those words or are you hearing things that you want to hear, just like always?" He snapped at me. Ouch, that hurt. But he did say that he could do nothing, in my defence he was implying that his hopes rest only on me to do something for Iida. "Yamazaki, as much as I want to advise you to not follow after Iida, I already know your answer."

"Glad you know me so well sensei."

"Which is why I'll give you this one warning. Don't do anything stupid. As much as you want to help your classmate, fighting with him against the Hero Killer is something that will get you killed. By all means, you can stop Iida from chasing after him. But knowing your recklessness, and inability to not injure yourself, just know that you may be going against the law here. And vigilante's are punished harshly." He told me.

"Sora-san..." Midoriya started. "I-I don't know how to thank you, looking after I-Iida-,"

"Looking after?" I snorted. "Think nothing of it. I'm sure you are going to be doing the same if the situation arises. If things go south, I'll message you alright?"

"Y-yes, that's fine. But, uhm, I don't have your number."

I blinked at the boy.

"You sure you don't have mine? Fine then, I'm pretty sure you have my Line ID."

"...I don't have that either."

"Well those are the only two ways I can message people on. Unless you want to add my PSN account, but what's the point. You don't look much like a gamer."

"Well, uh, I play All Might Royale Rumble Two regularly."

"Bah, everyone knows that Royale Rumble Two is shit. Anyone can play it, the skill curve is non existent and that's when the online works. Most of the time the net-code is absolute dogshit. I have more fun playing a RPG translated in Spanish and using a dictionary to understand what's being said instead of playing Royale Rumble Two's online. The balance for the game is crap as well-,"

"Uhm, what's your Line ID?" He interrupted me impatiently.

Gah.

This wasn't the sweet Midoriya I knew.

I bet he's salty that I dissed his favourite game. Could never be Todoroki, at least his brother plays good RPG's. Now that is exquisite taste, I wonder if Natsuo got the statue from the ultimate edition of the latest game in the Kiseki series? I mean, it's not like Endeavour didn't have the money. Then and again, it does cost close to three hundred thousand Yen, so it's understandable if he wasn't able to get it.

"Hey Midoriya, just wondering what type of games you play other than the shitty All Might ones?"

He scratched the back of his head. "Hehe, those are the only games I've played."

"Do you want to burrow some from me? I can give you a whole RPG series, it's like around six to seven games if you want."

"Uhm, no thank you Sora-san."

A bummer.

I bet Todoroki would accept my gifts gratefully and play them all in a week. And then afterwords he would speak to me during class about them, and from my position of power I would giggle at all his theories that won't come true. And then once he finally catches up we will be able to discuss what the next game is going to be like, discuss the newest trailers and analyse new gameplay reveals-,

Ah, that sounds like a perfect way to pass time. "Well, see you both later. I'll keep your advice in mind Aizawa-sensei for the trip. And Midoriya, I'll watch him like a hawk I can promise you that! So don't worry too much about him, but do send me your number just in case something comes up." I told him, winking to add extra affect. Who could resist my charm?

"Shouldn't you call the police if something comes up?"

"Bah, with their horrendous response times I'll be lucky if they arrive before the end of the year." Aizawa snorted at that.

"Watch the door on the way out-,"

Thud.

"...You didn't see that." I wagged my finger at the both of them, no way did that just happen. Nope, I was not just hit by a door. "Nothing happened, and if any of you so much as speak a word to that to anyone I'll kill you. Like burn your body, dump it in a vat of acid and then blow it up to erase all the evidence. I'm serious, just forget that this ever happened."

"Yamazaki."

"Yes sensei?"

"That's another weeks worth of detention, this time for threatening to kill a fellow classmate and your teacher. Please be sure to show up."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time sir."

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Chapter

I lost track of the number

'Planning things in advance is hard, but having enough set up makes it so the readers can't complain!'

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Tokage: So, hows it going?

You: How do you think?

You: Pretty stressful

Tokage: I thought you couldn't be stressed

You: What on earth possessed you to think that?

Tokage: Your attitude

You: Oi

You: I'll have you know I get stressed a lot

You: I just don't show it

Tokage: Clearly

You: Have you messaged me just to piss me off or what?

Tokage: Sadly that is not the case

Tokage: Where are you going for your field studies

You: Field studies? You mean internships right?

Tokage: That's what I said

You: No you said field studies

Tokage: No I didn't

You: Look above

Tokage: A ghost possessed by body and sent that message

You: ...

You: Okay

You: I'm going with Native

Tokage: To keep an eye on Iida

Tokage: Smart

Tokage: I myself am going to intern with Gunhead

You: Uraraka is going there

Tokage: I know

Tokage: But I want to develop my hand to hand skills so I can choke you to death easier

You: That's a joke right?

You: You bitch tell me your joking

Tokage: Hehe

Tokage: Maybe, maybe not

You: I hope you get run over and die

Tokage: Ouch

Tokage: I hope that you lose progress on the game that you are currently playing

You: How do you know I'm playing a game?!

Tokage: Because I have you as a friend?

You: WHEN DID YOU ADD ME AS A FRIEND

Tokage: Ages ago

Tokage: A few years back you started shit talking on an online game

Tokage: I think it was a shooter

You: I don't play shooters

You: And what game am I playing right now

Tokage: Sen no Megami Tensei Two

You: Holy fucking shit

You: You actually have me as a friend

You: But how

Tokage: Do you remember calling someone's mother a 'chicken that gets fried by men every Sunday night?'

Tokage: I added you then when I didn't even realise that you were like me

You: Huh

You: I don't remember saying that

You: What's your name? I'll invite you to a party

Tokage: Oh I lied

Tokage: I just guessed what game you were playing from your window being wide open

I swirled around on my chair as I leaned outside my window, and sure enough Tokage was standing below waving at me. I should have waved back like a good friend, but my first thought instead was one of dread. She knew where I lived meaning she could come and visit my house at any time. Setsuna Tokage could meet Miwa once more, and if that happened my life would be over.

Just imagining the jokes made at my expense sent shivers down my spine.

Tokage: No need to look so worried

Tokage: I just came by the neighbourhood with my younger siblings so I thought I'd pop up and say hi

You: Younger siblings?

Tokage: Not by blood

Tokage: Like you and your sister

You: Right

Tokage: Don't do anything stupid when it comes to fighting Stain

You: I won't

You: I'm gonna avoid him completely

Tokage: Good luck with that

Tokage: Just remember that his Quirk only activates once he ingests your blood

You: Thanks for the tip

Tokage: Don't die

You: My, my

You: Is that a hint of concern in your voice?

Tokage: No

Tokage: I just don't want to be arrested for pissing on your grave

You: ?

You: What

Tokage: Don't worry about it

Tokage: If it does happen you will be too dead to take notice

You: Okay then

And with that Tokage waved goodbye at me, with her middle finger 'accidentally' being pointed at my direction. Tch. What an obvious lie, she did care no matter how much she pretended that she didn't. Her 'siblings' weren't even close by, it was just her. What a tsundere-, No calling her a tsundere was an insult to tsundere's everywhere, she was just a liar.

But I won't lie and say that she didn't help me out.

Now... What should I bring on to the trip with me? Hosu was going to be a long journey as it was located in Tokyo itself. Still, I was heading to Tokyo. Sure it was a shit district within Tokyo, but it was still in Tokyo. Ah, I could sneak out and go to Akihabara and see all the games on offer. Maybe I could even buy some manga volumes? I'm sure they have a few special edition that has a few extra bonus goodies for the fans.

I should definitely bring my PSP, that'll definitely help pass some time.

Wait, how was I even getting to Hosu in the first place?!

Maybe I should start looking for a way to get there instead of deciding what items to bring with me.

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Chapter

Twenty Three

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Shota Aizawa POV

"You'll always be a hero, won't you?"

Shota Aizawa left the tap running on in the background as he stared deeply into the mirror. He observed how he looked paler then usual, and his scruffy stubble was starting to grow back. Everything was returning back to normal after a hellish first month, everything other than his life. And yet he couldn't forget those words, he couldn't forget Shirakumo Oboro's last conversation with him.

He couldn't forget that damned smile.

He couldn't forget the way his friend smiled even when everything looked bleak.

And most importantly he couldn't forget the way his friend cared for everyone apart from his own life. His selflessness, his sense of duty to save those not just around him, but to save people who needed to be saved in general stuck with him after all these years. And it wasn't that his sentiments died, no they seemingly lived on. In every member of Class 1A, each student reminded him of his dead friend.

None more so than Sora Yamazaki.

Which was why when Nezu gave him a sample of Oboro's DNA that had been kept in storage after all these years, he didn't question it. The principal had said that it was for "A legal requirement that is now no longer in affect" but Aizawa knew better. He wasn't a Pro-Hero for nothing, but that did not mean Nezu was untrustworthy. He just had different goals in mind, much like his fellow colleagues.

Much like how Endeavour wanted to become the undisputed greatest hero, Hizashi wanted to help the next generation to grow and surpass even them. A sentiment he shared, and one he looked forward to achieving with his class. And yet looking at them, helping to guide them to their future's also filled him with a sharp pain that never went away. It was constant, much like his failure in saving Oboro.

To say that he missed his friend was a lie, he was over Shirakumo Oboro.

He had grieved, and had grown from the teenager that he used to be.

But nothing, nothing, could prepare him for the truth.

A scientists working on I-Island owed him a favour from a while back, and so when he decided to cash in the favour with a request to compare two DNA samples it was swiftly approved. It took some time, but eventually the results came in. At first he was afraid, what would the results mean for him? Would it change him? Would it make him a different person?

What if he was just paranoid and the results weren't conclusive enough.

What if he was afraid.

He closed the tap and slammed the door shut. His bathroom was small, something that many visitors commented on. A sink, a toilet and a shower. A small mirror lay on top of the sink with no cupboards at all making it look more empty than full. One would assume that he lived in a hotel, not in an apartment he owned. But it was enough for Aizawa, it made him happy.

But the papers in front of him did not make him happy.

Instead it just confused him

Because somehow, somehow, Sora Yamazaki and Shirakumo Oboro were closely related.

Somehow, that scientist on I-Island had deducted that they were father and son most likely. Aizawa scoffed at that, to him it simply wasn't possible. Yamazaki and Oboro being related? How would the timings add up. By the time Sora was born Oboro was dead. Oboro died at seventeen, and if he were still alive he would be thirty three. There was simply no way.

Oboro had no parents, they died when he was four.

He had no extended family, they were all dead as well. Oboro grew up with a family friend, he grew up with no one related to him, so how.

So how was Sora Yamazaki related to him.

They couldn't be brothers, nor could Sora be his nephew.

And then came Sora Yamazaki, his mother birthed him in a hospital in Musatafu and seemingly vanished. No one could find her, it was if someone completely erased her from existence. Any records of her had been wiped, and that order came from high in the government. Aizawa could count the amount of people with the power to do that on one hand, and yet that only served to confuse him even more.

Why was Sora Yamazaki related to his friend.

Who is Sora Yamazaki's mother, and why was she erased? Who erased her?

And how does Sora Yamazaki have more than one Quirk?

All questions that needed to be answered. Pouring himself some vodka, a gift from Hizashi for the tenth anniversary of their friends death, he got to work. He was a Pro-Hero, he was Eraserhead. He worked in the shadows to help save people, he was used to meeting with the dregs of society to gather vital information on hideouts, gang deals and even more crimes.

He was going to leave no stone unturned.

He was going to solve the mystery behind Sora Yamazaki.

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And here we are! Another major reveal!

Things really are ramping up. Who would have thought? Definitely not you... probably... most likely. God, I hope I wasn't laying it too thick? I mean seriously, they have the same hair colour and similar Quirks. If the ages for Aizawa and co don't add up in terms of canon, well my only defence to that is oh well? Like seriously, if I age up Aizawa and co by two years or something that shouldn't make you go on a tirade about me changing things now does it?

Well, either way I guess we are already in AU territory haha.

Just what is Sora Yamazaki? An interesting question, and one I can't wait to answer.

Now onto some bad news.

Chapter might be delayed from the original release dates, what I mean by this is that I'm busy. I have to do a lot of coursework and revision, plus living out my life and work as well as my laptop being broken (And I share one anyway) means that I might not be able to write as quickly as I used to do. Fear not however, should a chapter not be uploaded on time I'll switch to a weekly upload schedule until we catch up on where everything should be.

I really want to finish Part 1 by October of this year.

But fear not, this won't be abandoned!

Even more so I'be been thinking of so many more ideas to introduce which makes me even more excited for what's to come. I can promise that at least until the end of this arc there won't be any 'hiatuses' or anything. From April-Early June however there can be problems due to my exams and whatnot. But then I'll have July and August to practically write everyday.

That is all.

No questions this chapter (Partly because I didn't get any reviews to answer :)

But I wasn't going to answer any questions anyway. The reason being is that I want to shout out someone very special amongst you readers. Somehow, they found me even in the darkest pits of hell that being Archive of Our Own. Yes, congratulations to Nirmtheworm for somehow finding my AO3 account. Instead of answering your questions, I will be dedicating this section of the inflated word count-, important part of the chapter, to telling you about my AO3 account.

It has two stories.

None being related to Over the Top at all.

One of which is a fanfiction of a fan fiction, and the other is just story practically begging to be picked up by a more experienced and talented author. So why not go waste your time reading some trash? All jokes aside I'm going to start posting this story over on my AO3 (Papireaz, same name as on here) because reading stories on this website is a pain sometimes.

All the cloudflare shit is annoying to deal with

Still, at least it's better than the DLP forums.

So see ya' next time?

Next time on Over the Top!

"IDIOTS WHO DON'T INDICATE WHEN THEY ARE TURNING LEFT DESERVE TO BE EXECUTED!"