Izuku embarked on a challenging path of rigorous training and studying from his early years. Despite the difficulties, he persevered through every obstacle, emerging stronger each time. The countless hours of hard work and experience shaped him into the person he is today, teaching him the value of determination and resilience. He learned that success is not just about raw talent but also the effort and dedication required to achieve one's goals. Despite the challenges, he never wavered in his commitment to self-improvement, pushing forward relentlessly. This unwavering determination ultimately led him to triumph in the game, a testament to his hard work and dedication.
With newfound confidence, Izuku looked forward to the next challenge with unwavering resolve, knowing he had what it took to succeed in whatever awaited him throughout the games.
Present Mic excitedly announced. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner after a long and fierce battle!" The audience sat on the edge of their seats as Present Mic continued, "With an impressive display of skill, brains, wits, tactics, and strategy, Muscular Listener has emerged as the champion of Call of Duty!" The sound of applause filled the room as the audience rose to their feet to congratulate the champion. With admiration and respect, the other contestants joined in the applause, recognizing the hard work, grit, determination, resolve, and dedication that Izuku had put into the game.
As the applause filled the room, Izuku remained unfazed by the attention. He didn't seek praise or recognition; his goal was to test his abilities. His uphill battle and the odds he had overcome were not for show. They were a testament to his strength and determination, a symbol of his pride and resilience.
10 minutes later
As Izuku stepped into the stadium, the fans erupted into a deafening roar of applause, and excitement rippled through the arena. Izuku, however, remained composed, stoic, and focused, determined to give his best. He walked past the cheering classmates without so much a glance as he did not care about being praised, his eyes fixed on the center of the arena. He made his way toward the center, getting ready for whatever he was tasked through with the games and prepared to shatter them.
As Izuku's gaze fell upon the haughty players, he delivered his message in a firm and cold tone: "No amount of gaming can amount to the value of rigorous training, hard work, and experience. If I were you, I would get serious and start working." With these words, he turned and walked away, leaving the players to contemplate his words.
"With the three exhaustive games over, we will have an hour of lunch. Let's get some food," Present Mic announced.
"Do what you want; I'm taking a nap," Aizawa replied as the stadium emptied.
20 minutes later
Everyone looked shocked at Izuku's spot on the table. Izuku had eaten four plates of Katsudon, five full-course meals, eight large plates full of fried egg and vegetable rice and crispy Tempura, 3 plates of strip steaks with steak-sauce with seasoned baked fries, four cheese and meatball pizzas, four plates of poutine with pork ends, and four bowls of miso ramen, a gallon of whole milk, for dessert he had three large loaded milkshakes: one chocolate peanut butter, cookies and cream, and brownie from Lunch Rush, the cook from U.A. who could make pretty much anything, all piled up on his space.
"He's a walking reactor," Kirishima gaped.
"Where did he put all that?" Sero gawked.
"Does he have a black hole in his stomach?" Sato wondered with wide eyes.
Izuku then brought all his dirty dishes to the counter to be washed.
Izuku looked coldly and sharply at Mineta and Denki, who talked to Momo and Jirou. "What are those two up to?" he thought with a deep frown.
The two felt like they were being watched. The two perverts turned only to jump in fright when Izuku suddenly appeared behind them with a scary-looking frown. "You two better not be planning something," he stated in a low and cold tone.
"Nothing!" the two said with fright; Izuku sharpened his gaze.
"I don't like liars," Izuku said. "Both of your hearts are suddenly beating faster, plus I can smell false words from your sweat," he told them, as the two were sweating buckets.
"Alright, we'll tell them not to go through it!" Denki said quickly, panicking.
Izuku's frown turned into a deep, menacing scowl. "For both of your sakes, you better," he replied coldly. The two bolted from the cold and scowly hero in training.
Just then, Izuku felt someone about to touch his shoulder. "I know you're there," he said, turning and looking sharply at Shoto with a piercing stare. "What do you need?" he asked.
"I need to talk to you in private," Shoto told him in a cold monotone.
"Of course, lead the way," Izuku nodded. The two walked out of the cafeteria and into a waiting room at the other end of the building. Izuku waved his hand and placed an energy barrier around the room so no one could eavesdrop.
"Alright, I made sure no one will overhear us. What you speak will remain between us," Izuku said.
"I was overwhelmed not once but twice; I almost broke my vow," Shoto explained. "No one noticed, but I'm sure you did; I almost used my fire," he said.
"Only for a few seconds, but yes," Izuku replied, nodding for him to continue.
"Since your very smart and observant, do you know about Quirk Marriages?"
"Yeah, and they sicken me; I find it unholy and immoral for people to buy someone to marry just to produce a powerful offspring," Izuku answered with disgust. "I have this feeling you were the product of that?" he questioned.
"You would be correct; my old man is Endeavor. With his money and status, he bought my mom from her parents to get his hands on my mom's ice Quirk," Shoto explained.
"I heard rumors that he wants to beat All Might and become number one," Izuku said.
"Those are more than rumors; they are facts. Since he couldn't do it, he created me to do it after many trials and errors," Shoto clarified.
"No offense, but your father is a piece of shit," Izuku frowned.
"That's putting it mildly," Shoto scoffed, then explained everything from his childhood in detail; Izuku was astounded and furious at the number two.
"In time, I will set him straight," Izuku spoke in a low and dark tone. "I sense there is a deeper issue as to why you won't use your fireside, not just about Endeavor," he claimed.
"You want to know where I got this scar?" Shoto pointed. "My mother accidentally poured boiling water on my left eye; she had a nervous breakdown because of abuse from Endeavor, and he put her in a mental hospital," he stated. "Since I have Endeavor's fire, she saw him through me," he finished.
Izuku thought for a few minutes. "So that's why you don't use your left side," he said. "And you plan to beat me at half-power. Sorry, but I don't respect people who half-ass it. If we fight during these games, you better come at me with all you got," he stated sternly. "I was disappointed in myself while doing the same; looking back now, I was an idiot," he added.
"What do you mean by that?" Shoto raised a brow.
"In time, I will tell you, but first grow a pair and get it together before this habit of yours gets you killed," Izuku informed Shoto sternly.
"One last thing: I've noticed your overwhelming energy and presence. Are you All Might's secret love child?" Shoto asked, curious. Izuku just looked at the other teen for a few seconds.
"Not even close, nor do I have a father at all," Izuku replied. "I'll say this: you're not the only one with a bad father," he said with narrowed eyes.
"He abused you too?" Shoto said.
"No, he got sent flying, and my mom and I kicked him out," Izuku said coldly. "I warned him that if he ever came near my mom or ever laid a hand on her, I would rip him to pieces, and I don't care if Asui or the rest of you see me as a villain," he finished.
Later
Everyone was back in the arena except class 1A and 1B girls were missing.
"Alright, folks, we are back-What the heck!?" Present Mic spoke through the microphone.
"What are they doing?" Aizawa grumbled.
"What the Devil!?" Vlad King shouted out.
"What is she doing out there?" Snipes muttered.
"Class 1a and b are going full-on fan service," the Present Mic claimed. The guys all blushed, and some of them had nosebleeds, Shoto blushed slightly looking at Ochaco. The girls from both classes and a true shocker, Nejire Hadou, were all dressed in a cheerleader outfit.
Izuku just frowned and looked at Mineta and Denki. "I should've known," he grumbled.
The two partners in crime smiled and gave a thumbs-up.
"What! you tricked us, you perverts! you'll pay for this!" Momo yelled with a tick mark above her head.
The two fist-bumped with glee before crouching, staying low to sneak away. They bumped into someone's legs; they looked up, and the two partners in crime went pale. Izuku Midoriya appeared before them with an icy-cold stare and crossed arms. "So, boys? Care to explain?" he asked in a low voice with a cold smirk, tapping a finger on his arm.
Momo slumped down on her knees. "Why did I fall for that?" she scolded herself; Uraraka patted her back with a sheepish smile.
"Ugh, now I hate having a mature body," Jiro threw down her pom poms.
"Well, we do have some time before the games restart, and it's kind of like this," Toru said before dancing and moving her pom poms excitedly. "How about we roll with it!" she cheered.
"Are you nuts!?" Jiro shouted with shock.
"Forgive me lord, I was led astray," the vine-haired girl stated, her hands folded.
"I'm about to give those two a big right-hook," Itsuka grumbled.
"I don't think it's that bad, cold as he appears; our boyfriend likes what he sees," Setsuna smirked, pointing at Izuku, who was approaching them.
"Why are you girls dressed like that?" Izuku blushed.
"Denki and Mineta told us that Aizawa told you to inform them to tell us to dress like this," A blonde with horns and a tail spoke with broken Japanese.
"I am sorry. I know you're in Yui's, Setsuna's, and Itsuka's classes, but I don't know your names," Izuku replied in perfect English.
"You speak English?" The girl replied in shock in English.
"I can speak multiple languages," Izuku answered in English.
"I'm Pony Tsunotori," Pony introduced.
"Hello, you can call me Midoriya," Izuku replied in English, turning to the others. "And you ladies are?" he questioned.
The vine-haired girl spoke next. "I'm Ibara Shiozaki," she said. "Thank you again for saving me during the Obstacle Course," she bowed in gratitude.
"Don't mention it, just doing the right thing," Izuku replied.
A pale-skinned young woman of average height. She has chin-length, pale gray hair parted on her right, obscuring most of her face's left side. She has dark bags under her blue eyes and a small mouth with full lips. Her hands held up as high as her elbows with her hands draped down. "I'm Reiko Yanagi," she spoke in an emotionless tone.
A short girl with honey-brown hair curved inwards in a mushroom-shaped bob that reaches just below her shoulders, eyes are unobscured. Her long fringe covers her eyes, hiding most of her face, and her mouth is large. Her eyes are wide and cat-like, tilted inwards with rather long lower eyelashes, and her irises are warm brown. Her pupils have little black crosses in them.
"Kinoko Komori, 'Shroom" the last one said.
"Pleasure," Izuku replied in Japanese with his own bow, then returned to Pony. "It was nice to meet you," he said, returning to English. "You to Ms. Tsunotori," he added.
"Now, back to topic," Izuku frowned. "I never said anything like that, nor did Sensei," he said before turning to Nejire, who didn't seem to mind being tricked. "I apologize also, Nejire-Chan," he said.
"I don't mind," Nejire smirked.
"So, do you like what you see?" Itsuka winked doing a pose. Izuku blushed deeply before snapping out of it.
"I'd be lying if I said you girls didn't look pretty," Izuku replied as he looked at his girlfriends. "You look gorgeous, meow," he said with a sexy purr at the end.
"What about me? Please let me know," Nejire begged, getting into his space with her buxom chest pushing against his.
"You look beautiful, too," Izuku blushed slightly. "You ladies don't have to worry about those two; I set them straight," he pointed out.
The girls saw the two were beaten up with dazed eyes and lumps on their heads.
"Thank you for defending our honor, Sir Knight," Setsuna joked, hugging him tightly from the side before pulling his top and kissing him deeply on the lips without shame.
"Setsuna, control yourself!" Yui, Itsuka, and Momo scolded.
"You're just jealous," Setsuna shot back, sticking out her tongue.
"Like Hell we are!" the three argued before marching over as Ibara gasped, appalled at one of the many taboo words to be used around her. Momo, Yui, and Itsuka took turns yanking him forward and kissing him deeply. Some of the girls looked jealous with a twitchy eye.
Midnight, she had tick marks on her face, and she smiled wickedly before disappearing for a few seconds.
"Hey, where is Midnight-Sensei? Ribbit," Asui questioned, as they looked at the platform, only to not see the umpire there.
"Well, she can move fast when she wants," Izuku joked.
"Silly girls, this is how you seduce a man," a dominating female voice spoke behind them. They all turned and were appalled as Izuku had a nosebleed, who covered it with his fingers.
Midnight was dressed in a far more revealing outfit: she was wearing a dark purple backless monokini, black, thigh-high garter stockings attached to a burgundy utility belt decorated with gold studs around her hips, a matching pentagonal buckle in its center, and black knee boots.
"Amateurs, this is how it's done," Midnight smirked sultry, sensually striking a model pose and cocking a hip, running her hands down, through the sides of her hair, down her chest, side, waist and hips before turning around to give them a good view of her near exposed large, round, and bouncy backside to walk away and giving herself a slap to her Butt cheek, causing it to ripple, then leaving with a sultry sway of her hips, casting a wink over her shoulder at Izuku.