Alright it's time for the next Chapter of Electric Heart. Last chapter was the end of the semi-finals and the crowd is excited for the finals. Will history be made, will a support student go all the way and win the UA Sports Festival. Or will the hero student triumph and put him back in his place.
Btu first:
LadyPhoenix68: I know you to know when I first read your comment it was late at night. And it nearly sent me into a write spree that would have been made in to an non-cannon chapter following this one. No joke I was up for another hour thinking of how the chapter would go. Which teacher would fight Izuku and how the fight would go. so thanks for that. (Unfortunately I did not write such a chapter)
Keres47: The reason Izuku can't discharge is to limit his abilities. Realistically Denki Kaminari is quite powerful being able to generate 2 million volts, more than enough to kill someone. 15 gigajoules, yeah quite a bit more. And yes humans are quite conductive. However to actually get a current from a battery, the material has to be extremely conductive, human don't reach that level.
Kilo8: I'll add to the notes
Bigotes15: I can promise a "Might-Buster" ;)
"So that would mean the final fight is between me and you, Midoriya." Gizon said with a bit of a smirk but then he looked down at the bandages that were covering 80 % of his body, "That is if I heal in enough time."
Recovery Girl had informed him and Ochaco that she had only healed them enough so they wouldn't die. As if she used too much of her quirk, they could slip into a coma and that could complicate the situation even further. Yet he was looking forward to fighting Izuku. Seeing all his inventions, Gizon was becoming impressed.
Along with the fact that Gizon was still suspicious of Izuku's ties to the giant metal villain from the USJ. If Gizon had thought the gauntlets and boots looked similar, then their suits were a dead ringer for each other, though Izuku's was a bit more form-fitting. And the way Izuku had fought, it looked like a more trained and better-executed style of the giant metal villain. If Gizon faced Izuku in his suit, then Gizon would have a better idea of how close Izuku was to that villain.
"You still want to fight after healing from your injuries. Recovery Girl's quirk is going to make you exhausted." Izuku said as he took off her helmet. He ruffed up his fluffy hair, then set his helmet down at the bottom edge of Momo's bed.
Ochaco let out a fake laugh and said, "Finally, another sane person." Izuku took great offence to that, "I've been trying to explain that to him since he woke up. Recovery Girl has had even less success than me."
Gizon could only chuckle as Ochaco was in the same spot as he was. They had both gone a little overboard in their fights. So she wasn't as sane as she thought she was.
"Yeah, well I'm willing to wait as long as I need to. I've come this far, I'm not backing down, nor am I accepting first place without a proper fight." Izuku said as he smirked over at Gizon, who smirked right back at him. As they stared at each other, a mutual understanding formed. An understanding to go plus ultra in their upcoming fight, whenever it occurred.
Suddenly a side door creaked open and a tired-looking Recovery Girl walked into the room. She looked over the group and they could see the bag starting to form under her eyes. "Well, I'm sure the people in the stadium would love to wait another 3 hours to see you two fight. Because that's how long until I'm going to use my quirk again. The only reason you're awake is out of sheer stubbornness and not in pain, is the painkiller in your IVs."
Recovery Girl then began to walk over to Momo, "If my inner medical profession wasn't yelling at me, I might actually be impressed. But instead I'm horrified."
As Recovery Girl began to look over Momo, a knock came on the door and Mei walked in, "Hey Izu…" Mei paused as she noticed the Class 1-A students and what room she had just walked into, "Um…. Jabisu told me, you needed this." Mei reached into her overall's pocket and pulled a replacement arc reactor out. One of the ones that Hatsume Industries mass-produced, with a bit of modification to better handle Izuku's quirk.
So while not being able to power the whole suit, it would allow Izuku to continue to wear the suit with minimum mobility. Mei and Izuku had only modified it as a need precaution after Mr Hatsume brought up how many pro heroes had emergency support equipment. Equipment that wasn't as good in quality as their main set, and only used it nothing else was available.
Izuku gave sheepish smiles as he looked down and saw the arc reactor within his armor flickering on and off. While there were no alarms, the warning from his HUD never disappeared, so Izuku walked over and accepted the arc reactor from Mei. He then held up his other hand to his chest and with a skilled hand easily detached the arc reactor. When Izuku felt the suction disappear from his chest, he pulled the broken arc reactor out. A beep came from the helmet, but Izuku ignored it as he slipped into the new arc reactor and then twisted it into place.
At this point, the lights of the armor were starting to go dim, but as Izuku pressed down on the arc reactor again, he felt the device begin to siphon off his quirk. The lights flicker back on but didn't stop flickering. This caused Izuku to frown and he tapped his finger the arc reactor and a few seconds later the lights stopped flickering, causing Izuku to smile.
"You're Mei Hatsume right?" Momo said as turned her head in the general direction of Mei, but then Recovery Girl pulled her back in to look at her eyes. She recognized the voice, though wasn't familiar with the owner. Meaning it could only be someone she met recently.
"Yeah," Mei said. She didn't think anyone besides the support companies would care to remember her name. However, if she got closer to the hero course student, she could have connections for future inventing and a group of pro heroes that worked with her exlcusively.
"Impressive fight against Bakugou. You stuck with your strengths and made sure your name got out." Momo said. It might not have been clear to others, but to Momo it had been clear from the beginning of the fight Mei wasn't planning on winning, just doing some little marketing. And she seemed to have a knack for grabbing people's attention and keeping it.
"Yeah, but fair warning, Bakugo is a little more than just annoyed with you. Something about not getting a proper fight and being used as advertising." Ocahco said, looking over at Mei and smiling. She remembered how Bakugo had yelled about not getting a proper fight from either Mei or herself. Which was something Ochaco was more than happy to give him.
Mei gave an audible gulp to show how nervous she became. After hearing all she had from Izuku, she was not ready to face Bakugo again any time soon, yet the blonde bomber didn't seem like someone who forgot a grudge anytime soon. Even though Bakugo and Izuku hadn't crossed paths in a while, Bakugo was still ready to start a fight on sight.
Yet before the conversation could go any further, or a new topic be brought up, the PA system cracked to life and a second later Present Mic began to speak.
"Ladies and gentlemen within the First year stadium for UA's sports Festival, we have an announcement. We, as UA's staff first ask that you please do not blame us. Due to the injuries sustained during his fight against Ochaco Uraraka, Gizon Hisahito is unable to fight in the finals." People immediately began to chant Izuku's name, as if seemed history would be made once again. For the first time in UA history, a support student has won the Sports Festival. It got so loud it felt as if the entire stadium was shaking.
"However." Present Mic continued and that immediately made the stadium go quiet, "Due to his sportsmanship attitude, Izuku Midoriya has refused to accept his first place without a proper fight."
"Wait, What? How" Gizon and Izuku both asked, then looked at Recovery Girl who was still checking over Momo. She paused to pull out her phone and lay it on the foot of the bed. Izuku and Gizon looked at the screen to see that the phone was currently on a call with Present Mic. From the the timer on the screen, the phone call had been going on for the past few minutes.
"Again please don't blame the staff of UA. But the final round of the first years will no longer be held today. Meaning the Festival is over and we ask you to leave calmly. Uraraka and Yaoyorozu have been placed in third and will receive their metals."
The stadium was silent for a silent second as the news settled in, and then as if a dam broke, noise began to echo through the whole UA campus. The noise got so large it felt like an earthquake happening, and among the chaos of shouts and yells, there were some choice fightin' words that could be heard. This got Giozon to laugh a little but he had to stop as it began to hurt.
"The final rounds will be held this Saturday. The event will be broadcasted over the Department of Education broadcasting system. The round will be held at noon on Saturday. Thank you for coming and have a good rest of your day." The microphone was then abruptly cut out.
No less than 5 seconds later, the door to Recovery Girl's temporary office opened. Present Mic quickly slipped inside, closed the door then locked the handle and slipped the dead-bolt to lock. He then leaned against the door and let out a breath of relief. He then opened his eyes and looked at Gizon and Izuku, "You two have caused this school a lot of trouble. I hope you make it a good show."
"Um, hello Present Mic, what are you doing here?' Gizon asked the question on everyone's mind in a blunt manner.
"Hiding from the coming riot. The finals are the biggest part of the UA Sports Festival. It's what people pay for and we just canceled it. And with the hype and media attention around you first years, people are going to go crazy and most of those people are Pro Heroes." Present Mic said, as he made sure that the locks he had just locked were locked, Worry and fear were evident in his voice and actions.
"I'm glad you made the right choice because if you hadn't you would be joining the student in recovery." Recovery Girl said, as she grabbed her phone and slipped it back into her pocket. Then grabbed her cane and twirled it around. She might be old and be a medical hero, but she could still put someone in the hospital, only to be the one who has to heal them.
"I know." Present Mic sounded genuinely scared. He had made the mistake of ticking off Recovery Girl in the first year of being a teacher. The students never let him hear the end of it, even when he came across them on the street during patrol.
"So why don't you make the broadcast free. People have already paid to see it, and just because it had to be delayed, doesn't meant they should have to pay extra. It's not their fault." Izuku said.
"You think the DOE isn't going to use this as a chance to make a little money." Present Mic said. The DOE was one of the greediest government branches and would milk this opportunity dry. Worse they would never let UA hear the end of it. Principal Nezu already had a plan for how to dismantle the HPSC. Yet he hadn't because dismantling that particular section of the government would cause a bigger issue than it would solve. The Department of Education would be a much easier target and Principal Nezu might actually go through with that one.
"They shouldn't." All of the students said. Present Mic looked at the students, they had much to learn about the real world.
"Well don't disturb my work." Recovery Girl said as she finished checking over Mono's different injuries. Her arms had hairline fractures and her eyes, well "Your retinas were nearly fried, your rods are completely bleach and your cones heavily damaged. If the light was any more bright, you could ever well be permanently blind."
"Sorry." Izuku said again.
Recovery Girl just smiled at him, "It's okay dearie. I've dealt with all kinds of injuries throughout my career. Burnt Retinas is low on the list of severity." She turned back to Momo, "With my quirk, you lucky won't require surgery, but this isn't going to be a quick fix. 6 kisses at the minimum and you'll be joining your classmates on staying overnight. And you'll be wearing sunglasses for a while, don't want to be straining you eye too much." Recovery Girl kissed Momo on the cheek, who became covered in a soft mind glow.
Momo felt the dull pain in her arms disappear and some of her vision returned, so now she could see the difference between light and shadows. After that it stopped, Momo waved her hand in front of her face and could see the shadows it created as it moved. So her eyes weren't completely gone, but they were far from being healed.
Some conversations were held until after an hour when Present Mic found it safe to leave the room. Mei went with him, though Izuku stayed stating he wanted to stay until the end of the day. So he could more freely move around without being bombarded by fans while he got the pod and returned it to the support department.
With nothing else to do, using his suit's strength, Izuku pushed Gizon and Ochaco's beds together, then grabbed a table and set it between the beds. Recovery Girl gave them a deck of cards to play which they used the most out of them. Switching between Go Fish, Old Maid and other card games, though Gizon said he wished he could get to his locker and get extra decks to play poker. Ochaco and Izuku tried not to question Gizon about why he had decks of cards randomly in his locker. While they played, Momo sat on her bed, listening. She had a blanket over her and in her lap sat Izuku's helmet.
Momo was moving her hands over it, feeling the cold metal. Her hand found the dent she had caused, it was small and Momo felt that it was no way near to breaking through. She thought about the fight and how she could have acted differently. She could have gone with a more lethal option, but she wasn't permitted to go above. Nor she didn't want to be viewed as that kind of person. Yet it had been a real battle, against a villain and a lethal option was the only option, and was Momo willing to bring herself to that point? Logic said yes and Momo would like to think she was a logical person, but in that situation, it didn't feel like logic was the best option.
As Izuku threw his card down into the pile, which Gizon immediately slapped down on because it was a Jack, he looked over and saw Momo holding his helmet in her lap. She was feeling it with her hands. And despite them being mostly white and blank, Izuku could see the curiosity in her blind eyes. She wanted to know the secrets the helmet held.
Izuku sighed, put his cards down and grabbed the damaged arc reactor that Mei had left behind as Izuku said he would worry about it. It had to be low on power, but maybe had enough to power the helmet for a bit. Izuku took the helmet from Momo's hand, she looked a little disappointed. But then Izuku pulled out some wires from the broken arc reactor and connected the wires to the helmet then looked at Momo.
"Sorry for what I did, I hope this makes up for it." Izuku brushed Momo's hair back so it didn't get in the way or get caught. Izuku then slid the helmet over Momo's head.
"Midoriya what are you doing?" Momo asked as she didn't know what was going on but her vision suddenly went black. However, before she could try to free herself she felt the helmet slip over her hair and rest gently on her head. She felt the grip within the helmet form comfortably around her head.
"Jabisu, create a new user. Name: Momo Yaoyorozu. Access level, advanced school files. Cut off external speakers." Izuku said, then headed down to continue playing cards with Gizon and Ochaco.
"Wait Midoriya." Momo said, her voice echoing in the helmet.
"Hello Momo Yaoyorozu." Momo squealed a bit at the sudden new voice, "Unfortunately Master Izuku has turned off external speakers, no one will hear our conversation." Jabisu spoke with some hidden excitement as this would be the first chance he had to speak to someone new without Izuku listening in.
"Um What?" Momo asked, and she was still very confused about what Izuku was doing.
"Master Izuku noticed your curiosity and believed I could explain things the best." Jabisu's voice was smooth and comforting. He sounded like he was handling a young child who had scraped their knee.
"You can read Midoriya's thoughts?" Momo asked if that would be highly advanced AI.
"Master Izuku uses a brain-computer interface that translates brain EEG signals into commands for me to read. It is located at the base of your skull, which provides the best signal" Momo was impressed at how advanced Jabisu's AI appeared to be. Computers being able to read brain waves wasn't new, but the technology was very limited to basic commands. Such as turning on and off different electrical appliances, but being able to read Izuku's brain wave and turn it into a command while handling a suit with terabytes worth of codes.
"So Midoriya created you?" Momo asked. He had created the suit so why not the AI to control it?
"No, his father Hisashi Sutāku created me. My original design was to help Master Sutāku to manage his work, but soon I was upgraded to handle more complex and difficult systems. Right now my primary function is to assist Master Izuku to operate the suit he is currently wearing." Jabisu said.
Momo recognized the name of Hisashi Sutāku. He was an underground inventor who had built extremely advanced hardware and software. A name that often came across Her father desk, enough that he had began to looked for Hisashi to strike up a deal to hire him. Though no doubt what Private investigator Momo's father hired, no trace of Hisashi appeared, only his name and word about his inventions. "Can you pull up the files on Hisashi Sutāku?"
"Error, Access denied. User level is not high enough."
Momo cursed in her head, "What files do I have access to?" Izuku had given her access, so that meant there was something she could access. She wondered if there was anything particularly Izuku wanted her to see, as Jabisu accessed different files
"You have access to Hero analysis for the future, Vol 1-15."
"Okay what?"
"Project Hero suit, School Grades, School Projects, Hero names, and Video Documentaries."
"Open 'Hero names," Momo said. The file name made her curious, as it was Izuku had stated he wanted to get into the hero course. So what kind of hero name had he already come up with? "Please list off names."
"Iron Monger, War Machine, Iron Patriot, Iron Man, Titanium Man," Jabisu said.
"Can you make a note for Iron Monger? 'Class 1-A's nickname for the metal suit from the USJ. Not the best option.' Mark Iron Man as a favorite." Momo said and two symbols appeared next to the names. Momo thought over the other files and then said, "Open Hero analysis for the future. Locate files for members Class 1-A."
"There are 21 Files," Jabisu said. So that was the entire class and Mr Aizawa. Mr Aizawa stated that Izuku had watched Class 1-A train. But he couldn't have much information and Eraserhead was an underground hero, so how could Izuku possibly have files… Momo shook her head Izuku was brilliant and had 15 volumes for hero notes, of course, he had stuff on Mr Aizawa
"Open files for Momo Yaoyorozu." Momo said. Her curiosity made her want to see what the support student had figured out by just watching them train, he had found a way to counter Sero's quirk and was well-trained to fight against Shoto and herself. Jabisu began to read off the different notes in the files. It is a very detailed description of her quirks, along with her primary uses as Izuku had noted her preferred weapon to be a bo-staff, while her long ranged option was firing beanbags. The amount of information Izuku had was astounding and this was from just watching them train. Suddenly Jabisu began to list off personal details such as her height, skin and hair color, then her weight and chest size.
Momo was glad Izuku had turned off the external speakers, she squealed very loudly and at an extremely high pitch. Her entire face went red at the last two notes, "Ms Yaoyorozu is something wrong?"
A knock came from outside the helmet, then Izuku's voice came through muffled, "Everything good in there. You jumped?"
Momo took a deep breath to get herself under control. Her heart rate was fast and it was making it hard to think. She knew Izuku was a nice person, he couldn't possibly be a pervert like Mineta. He would only have that kind of information because he thought it to be useful for the future. But why and how could he be so accurate? Her chest size was right while her weight was a little lower in real life.
Momo gave a thumbs up. That seemed to satisfy Izuku because he didn't ask any more questions. He went back to playing cards with Ochaco and Gizon, the group switched back to Go-fish, since Gizon was winning the reflex based games as he had proved even with all his injuries his reflexes were still faster than Ochaco or Izuku.
"Am I able to make any kind of edits to these notes?" Momo asked. She had to, she just had to delete that information. It was too personal for someone else to have.
"No, you must have a primary user level to make changes to these files." Jabisu said.
Momo took a few more deep breaths, "Am I able to turn on external speakers?" She wanted an answer about how Izuku's files could be so accurate and wanted them from Izuku himself.
"You must have a primary user level to turn on external speakers. Ms Yaoyorozu has something within Master Midoriya's files offended you?" Jabisu asked.
That caused Momo's mind to skip a few beats, "Wait you can tell I'm offended."
"I am learning AI. I observe human behavior to learn how people interact with the world around them. You are the first I've had a true one on one conversation without Master Izuku. Your scream was loud and high pitched after I listed up the character's description and you seem adamant to change something. What would you like to change?"
"I thought I didn't have a high enough level to change the files." Jabisu had literally just explained that she didn't have the ability to do so.
"For this time I am willing to bend the rules." Jabisu said.
"Can I delete information?" Momo requested
"Unforutanely no." Jabisu explained.
"Okay, then please decrease weight by 3 pounds and make a note to remind Midoriya to speak to me later about specific details regarding his journals." Momo said.
"Changes are complete. Anything else, you would like to try out?" Jabisu asked.
"No." Momo said.
"You may reached up and removed the helmet." Jabisu said. Momo sighed as she reached up and gripped the helmet. She felt the grip loosen and the helmet smoothly gilded off her head, "Midoriya."
"Yeah. Go fish Uraraka." Izuku said. Ochaco lowered her shoulders and grabbed a card from the pile. Ace of Spades.
"It's amazing. Jabisu, his intel processor and his adaptive algorithms are amazing. It felt like I was talking to an actual person." Momo said as she lowered the helmet back to her lap.
"My father realized that for an AI program to withstand the information to run the suit it would have to adapt. Allowing it to become faster, stronger and better. Jabisu's behavior system was more bit of a happy accident. His adaptive algorithms also make it so I don't have to create brand new code when I change something with the suit." Izuku asked as though about the terabytes of codes he had seen for the base of Jabisu's operating systems. Even if Izuku simply copied everything, by hand it would take him three days, three days without rest or breaks.
"How so? Uraraka you got a 4." Gizon asked. He understood a bit of what Momo and Izuku were talking about. He was also curious about Izuku's suit, it was amazing technology that would get Izuku transferred to the hero course. Mainly because Gizon was still trying to figure out what ties Izuku had to Iron Monger.
Izuku lifted his left arm and siad, "Left Blade." -the armor over Izuku left forearm popped out and the blade slid out- "This wasn't part of my father's original design. I added them because I wanted a more melee based option and coding everything would have taken a few days. With Jabisu's help it was a few hours. Retract." -The blade retraced- "As I face more people, I'll have to make more additional suits."
"So instead of training your quirk like a muscle, you can simply add more stuff. Sounds like a cheat code." Ochaco said, as she handed her 4 diamonds over to Gizon, "And are you still up for designing something for me." She still had no idea how Gizon and Izuku were so good at guessing the cards she had. She had only two matches while they both had 5, and she tried and failed not to show frustration.
Izuku nodded, then said, "I can for my quirk. In that sense yes, however adding new things means I have to design it, build it then test it. Some additions may look easy, but in actuality extremely difficult to add. My swords are a good example. Getting them to extend at the right time so they didn't get stuck in the armor plates, took a bit of time to get down. Uraraka if you've got an Ace, then yes I'm still willing to design something?" Izuku said. Ochaco handed over her ace and Izuku got a sixth match. Ochaco decided that she would never play poker with these two.
"Well, I would like to meet your father one day," Momo said. To Momo meeting someone this brilliant would be like meeting a movie celebrity to anyone else. To be able to make something this amazing, by hand, amazed Momo.
Izuku froze. His father was a touch-and-go subject. He was a man that Izuku barely knew growing up, but now Izuku knew that everything his father had done was to help him get to where Izuku was currently, "Unfortunately my father is dead."
"I'm sorry," Momo said. The sad tone of Izuku's voice made her regret asking.
"No, it's okay. I didn't know him growing up, but I'm glad he left me his work, it showed me the kind of man he was. And it's helped me get to this point and I'm not stopping any time soon." Izuku said. The three Class 1-A students smiled. It was clear to them that Izuku had a rough fight to get where he was. They would be proud to have him in his class.
While Momo decided to go to sleep, Ochaco, Izuku and Gizon continued to play cards. Eventually, Gizon grabbed his phone and held it under the table. As he opened he tossed a glance down at his screen and saw the multiple cracks that jetted across the screen. Gizon sighed, he was going to have to replace the screen again for the ninth time since starting UA. Though lucky all of those times it was just the screen
Being mindful of the cracks, Gizon began texting out a message that he was going to send to each member of Class 1-A excluding Momo and Ochaco. The text was, "If you could expel one person from Class 1-A who would it be."
Jirou was the first one he sent the text to and she responded quickly, "That little pervert, Mina. I went to stick my earphone jack in his ear until he's dead. "
That came with no surprise to Gizon, as besides himself Jirou was the one who more openly showed her disdain for the grape the most.
Next was Kirishima, who with his bleeding heart answered, "I think everyone deserves to be in Class 1-A."
Gizon easily sent back, "Kirishima, I want your honest answer."
It was a minute but Kirishima sent, "Mineta.
Kaminari sent back a joke, "Well hello Mr Aizawa."
Gizon slightly shook his head and texted back, "Kaminari I want an answer. And now as a threat, I happen to be sitting next to somehow who I know is a more powerful electric quirk user than you."
After a few second Kaminari sent, "?"
"15 Million Gigajoules mean another thing to you," Gizon said, recalling how Izuku had completely neutralized Denki during the cavalry battle. Which led to Shoto's team being much easier to handle.
"You're with the support course student? Midoriya." Denki sent.
"Yes, now what is your answer?" Gizon had to wait a few seconds for Denki's response, "Mineta or Kouda. I struggle sometimes to see how their quirks would work for being heroes."
Shoto was up next and Gizon wasn't really expecting an answer and he really didn't get up but instead a question, "Why are you asking me this question?"
Gizon internally smirked as he typed, "Surprise anonymous survey ;)"
It was a few minutes before Shoto sent back "I would then choose Mineta or Bakugo, I don't like either of their personalities."
Next up was the dear Class president Tenya Ilda. After sending the question, the three "Typing" icons went for several minutes before a whole essay came through, "Why should I think so badly of my fellow classmates. We have all worked hard to earn our place in this class and everyday we strive to better ourselves. To prepare ourselves for the trails ahead. To serve and protect the Nation, a noble endeavor. I don't see why anyone of us deserves to be expelled. Each day we work hard to improve ourselves for the future. We are to all become heroes."
Gizon chuckled a bit at the small essay he had just received. Gizon looked through his phone until he found a photo of the hole Mineta found after their first hero class. He selected it, then typed, "Remember this incident."
"Yes." Ilda typed back almost instantly and through the phone Gizon could feel Ilda's blood pressure rise as a cold wrath overcame the Class 1-A's class president
"I'll take that as your answer."
Kouda's answer was different from everyone else's, as it only contained two emojis. An eggplant emoji and a purple circle. Luckily it wasn't hard to decipher as there was only one student in Class 1-A that was associated with the color purple.
Even though Gizon knew what the next answer was going to be he still sent the text to Bakugo. And surprise, surprise, Bakugo sent back, "None of you deserve to be in all 1-A. You're all useless extras."
Gizon noted something of interest and sent, "No foul language?"
"Old Hag put filters on my phone." Gizon quickly took a snapshot of that, but the command showed up in the text thread, "You show that to anyone, you're dead Glow Squid."
Gizon quickly moved on to the next person, who turned out to be Tsuyu, "I told you to call me Tsu. Also Mineta, that grape little pervert. I caught him trying to pick the lock to the girl's locker room a few days ago." Gizon nearly crushed his phone from Tsuyu's comment, causing a few more cracks to appear. Gizon constantly had to control himself whenever Mineta was in his presence. Sometimes it was hard, other times it was impossible.
Aoyama was next and his text came through as, "Wii-wii, I must say Mineta doesn't sparkle brightly as a hero."
Gizon had to guess autocorrect had taken the French accent out of Aoyama's voice. Next up was Ashido and her response made Gizon chuckle a bit, "If someone is to be expelled, we must decide everyone's with a battle as old and ancient as the world. A dance-off."
A sport that obviously favored a normal height person, "So Mintea."
Mina sent the eggplant emoji with a water pistol pointed at it. Gizon assumed she used a water pistol as there were no gun emojis. Along with that Gizon thought that had been the best answer so far.
Sato was up next and panic was evident in his text, "Did Mr Aizawa inform you that someone was going to get expelled. I hope it's not me."
"Sato, trust me Class 1-A would fall apart if you were no longer able to bring sweets in. You're not being expelled, it's just a question I'm asking. Mr. Aizawa does not know about this." Gizon sent as it was often that Sato would overbake and bring extra sweets into class for everyone to share.
"I abstain from this question." Sato sent back.
Wait.. he can't just.. What? Gizon sighed and decided to let Sato abstain from the question. The big guy was too sweet to think badly of anyone.
Ojirou was next and simply replied, "Who do you think?"
Coping Kouda, Gizon sent the eggplant emoji with which Ojirou sent a nodding emoji.
Before Gizon could text Shouji, a text from him came through. It was a series of emojis. A Man running, a kicking emoji, eggplant, then an arrow pointed towards the sun. Gizon sent the thumbs-up emoji, then asked, "How?'" as he hadn't sent the message to Shouji.
Gizon never got a response about how Shouji knew Gizon was asking everyone that question.
Sero was up next and his response was quite surprising. Not so much the overall answer but the way he phrased it, "Launch that little raisin straight into an oncoming bullet train."
While Tokoyami was the direct opposite, as he sounded like he was speaking from an old English book, "If we are to purge the rotten soil from our class, then we must find the true source of the corrupted dirt. We must pull out its roots and cast them into the fire. Toss their ashes to the wind, scattering them so they will never reform and cause corruption elsewhere."
"Thanks for the next entry into your gothic horror novel, now what is your answer?"
"Mineta."
"Thank you Dark Shadow." As there was no way Tokoyami would give such a straight answer.
Gizon pulled out the next name and saw that it was an outline emoji. He was confused for a bit, then he remembered that's what Hagakura had made her contact name after Gizon had left his phone alone on his desk for a few minutes. Though she didn't respond with the answer but a simple comment, "Let me guess all the other girls have said, Mineta."
How was that even a question, however, Gizon decided to have some fun and said, "Maybe."
"I wish Hell was real so I could kill Mineta and drag his soul down its deepest pits myself." Hagakura sent and the next second Gizon decided even if that was a joke it was best not to get on Hagakura's bad side.
"Understood Tokoyami."
Out of curiosity, Gizon asked Mineta the same question. His response didn't surprise Gizon one bit, "You or Bakugo. He's scary and you won't let a man live like he's supposed to. If you weren't in class, then no one would stop me from living life."
Gizon couldn't believe how sadly mistaken Mineta was. Even if Gizon was in 1-B, or one of the general classes, hell even if Gizon was killed, he would bring himself back for the sole purpose of keeping Mineta in line.
While seemed like all of Class 1- hated Mineta, unfortunately, Mineta behaved enough around Mr. Aizawa so as not to get expelled. But with the demonstration of Izuku, it was clear a spot would have to be made available. In the end, Gizon texted everyone not to talk about this with anyone else.
But then Gizon's curiosity got the better of him and he texted Mr. Aizawa, "Hey Mr. Aizawa, if you were to expel one person from class 1-A, who would it be?"
Unlike Bakugo, Mr Aizawa had no filters on his phone, "All you little shits. I would get a year free from you annoying little pricks and actually get a chance to get some decent sleep. Unfortunately after last year, all of my expulsion must be approved by the RatGod, Principal Nezu."
"Thank you for answering my question. Have a wonderful night, try not to drink too much coffee." No reason to get more on Mr. Aizawa's bad side than Gizon already was.
Duh-Duh the final fight has been delay. And no isn't not to give give me more time to write it. I have most of this story written, up to half way through the License exam. Just minor edits to make chapter easier to read and flow better. No I delayed the final fight, because Gizon just fought Ochaco with her useful 100 percent of One for All and without any energy to absorb he's not going to be able to use Hyper Regeneration to heal his body.
And Izuku is too good of a sports to take the win by default, so he's willing to wait. Don't worry I have written a final fight. It's only two chapter away as there some stuff I wanted to handle by getting to that points of the story.
Next Chapter: With the Sports Festival over school returns to normal and prepare for internships.
So next Time: Back To Normal-ish.
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