Shinso Hitoshi set his Hero Costume Case on the nearby bench; the clamps hissed before they slid open. Underneath the lid, of course, was his Hero Costume: an asymmetrical jacket, carbon-fiber gloves, cargo pants, and combat boots. There was also a utility belt, his Support Items, and a shoulder holster. The colors of his costume were a mute violet, black, and accented with an off-white. It lacked any and all individuality that was usually integrated in a Hero Costume. Though, almost everyone's costumes suffered that fate due to Shiketsu's restrictive policies, but those people usually found ways to sneak in their own flare. Not Hitoshi, however, as his costume was purely practical and lacked flare by design.

The only things that had such a draw were his Support Items. The Third Year Item looked very much like a normal gas mask but was a device capable of voice modulation: Playback. Its function and design were a lot more complicated than Hitoshi had expected. It had its own CPU and hard drive. It was capable of recording and saving those – limited to three slots. "It lights up too… In violet…" Though, he could've done without that feature as it didn't really mesh with his overall design. Then, there was the First Year Item/Items: electrified Escrima sticks. Believe it or not, it was very easy to understand in function and design. "Sticks go zap…" he thought as he activated them both. They extended and their ends crackled – an arc of electricity leapt between the two. A basic display on the 'pommel' of both showed their battery life at one hundred percent.

"Whacking my classmates with taser sticks seems pretty harsh…" he considered as he holstered them onto his back, "Then again, Midoriya's got that 'War-Hammer'…"

"Shinso Hitoshi!" shouted Shishikura in the enclosed space that was the locker room – making it even louder.

"Ugh," muttered Hitoshi. "Yes, Paisen?"

Shishikura's permanent scowl deepened, "Enough of the slang, Shinso. You should speak properly when you wear that costume!"

Hitoshi fought the urge to argue, moving to leave the locker room, "Right." He stopped when Shishikura stepped in front of him. Their eyes met before Shishikura raised a brow. Hitoshi gritted his teeth, 'properly' pushing out, "I concur."

Shishikura huffed, stepped back, and turned around, "Better." He beckoned his underclassman, "Come, we must get to the buses." He shouted once more, "Fujimori Atsushi!"

"Y-Yes, s-sir!?"

"Hurry up! We must make our departure quickly!"

Hitoshi felt the stares of his, Fujimori's and Shishikura's classmates bearing into them, "God, I just don't understand this guy…" He pulled Playback onto his face, "He's taking himself way too seriously…" He tucked his hands into his pockets, "I can't wait for all of this to be over with…"

-XXX-

Jirou Kyoka pulled at the helm of her vest. The new addition by her Support Course teammate, Uemura, made the once pure fabric top a mixture of wires, fibers, and metals. It was well integrated, though. Her overall look was rock with a little bit of punk and a dosage of formality. Her top was a military parade jacket turned sleeveless. Her pants were durable in material and fitting in nature. Her belt held a plaid slit skirt, colored in salmon. Combat boots, long gloves in white and fingerless, finished off the look.

Her Support Item was the thin, speaker system that laid on her chest. It was her main method of attack – her jacks would plug in and blast her heartbeat. She could adjust frequency and volume to pop eardrums and rattle bones. Though, a well-pointed out oversight in her attack was the fact that it was made from her boots. She may just be average height - short even, but that was still a long journey for her jacks to make. Uemura's redesign was quick and easily done. Not only was there a new system on her chest, but there was a wireless function. An adjustment of her jacks allowed her to roar from her boots singularly or in tandem with her chest.

"Testing it in the range was a bad idea… Nearly popped all of our eardrums at once…" she reminisced.

A voice pulled her from her thoughts, "Jirou? Did you hear what I said?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't – could you repeat that?" asked Kyoka.

The Shiketsu Second Year, Sekigai Kashiko, repeated, "Well, our Items and Quirks lack the flare that would benefit from a flashy demonstration." She conceded, "Apart from yours, of course."

"So, what do you think we should do, Senpai?" asked Uemura.

"We keep it simple, at first." She explained, "Our presentation will be professional and matter of fact. No need for exaggeration." "Until we reach your demonstration," she said, pointing to Jirou. "We will end with a… thunderclap," she finished, bringing her hands together in a soft clap.

"Ooh, that'd definitely get their attention," cooed Uemura.

"Isn't that a bit much?" questioned Kyoka.

Kashiko smiled, "This isn't simply about a demonstration for our teachers, but one for our opponents. In turn, it will clarify what'll make us standout during the tournament. Technique, tactics, and well-aimed force."

"Right…"

"Is something wrong Jirou?"

"W-Well… This is going to be my first real fight… My Quirk isn't really… suited for this type of thing." She rubbed the back of her neck, "I just hope I don't embarrass myself in front of everyone…" When she was met with blank stares and silence, her face immediately flushed, "W-What?"

Kashiko giggled, "Oh, no… I'm sorry. I just find it rather surprising that you'd have stage fright. I suppose I'd imagine you were too 'cool' for it." She leaned back in her seat, nodding, "But that isn't it to say it's completely unreasonable. I have jitters myself, but we must push on all the same. Being in the spotlight is part of the job after all – even if we have a distaste for it."

"Yeah… that's true," she concluded. "It's like performing on a stage… Not that much different from a rock concert… Though, the mosh-pit this time around is gonna be one hell of a mess…"

-XXX-

Ashido Mina reached out, twirling a lock of light-brown fur with her index finger. "Ashido, please stop." She giggled before stepping away and onto the sidewalk of the false street. She turned, looking down at herself. Her Hero Costume wasn't the splash of color that she wanted. The catsuit/jumpsuit was the closest she'd get to her gymnast leotard goal, and sadly, it only came in black. However, she was able to get some color in her additional top, a coat with elbow-length sleeves. It had a simple, two-tone pattern in muted purple and turquoise, and a black fur collar. Her Support Items were the remaining parts of her costume: plum-colored boots and an off-white gauntlet.

Her boots and gauntlet were capable of taking her acid and ejecting it. Her soles had nozzles that allowed her to slip and slide. Her gauntlet was slightly bulky, but sleek in design. It had three obvious orbs along the outside of her forearms. These were meant to hold her acid. The orbs were made of a specially made plastic that was as hard as a normal baseball until a button that was inlaid with the nozzle was pressed. A pin would pierce a pressure point of sorts that would then turn the material loose like rubber. Upon impact, the throwables would burst like a water balloon.

Mina tucked her hands behind her back, "Well, what're we gonna do, Senpai? Fuwa's out sick today."

"We'll have to make do. Our Quirks are well suited for demonstrations," said Mora Nagamasa. "Fuwa's gadgetry was mostly quality of life."

"Yeah, how's that shampoo working for you?"

He smiled, "Rather fantastic, honestly. I'm truly thankful for it."

At least, she thought he was smiling, "That's kind of difficult to demonstrate."

"True," said Mora. "We'll have to brainstorm a proper way of showing Fuwa's hard work."

Mina gave a quick, simple nod, "Yeah, we can't have you take a shower in front of the teachers."

"A basic audible presentation should do just fine," laughed Mora.

-XXX-

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Midori!" cried Camie-Senpai before she sprayed her Item, breathing an illusion through it. Before Midoriya Izuku crashed into the lamppost, an illusion of a row of springs appeared along the post's length. Izuku bounced off the springs, causing him to spin through the air. His forearm grinded against the pavement – skidded to a stop. The grapple released and his butt smacked against the ground.

Kaminari winced, jogging over to his friend, "Ooh, dude…" He lowered his voice, "How's your ass?"

A strained, "Ow…" was his response.

"That was hella gnarly. You okay?" offered Camie-Senpai.

Izuku grunted, "I'll be fine…" He rolled his shoulder as he made his way onto his feet. "It almost feels like this building isn't tall enough for this…"

"Yeah, I can see that," said Kaminari. "You can't exactly go that fast without something getting in the way. Ground, lamppost… That's about it actually."

"It's enough…" sighed Izuku. He gave a tired smile, "And here I was hoping I'd be a natural…"

Camie-Senpai put a hand on her hip, "Hey, it isn't too weird for you to be a total grom."

"Grom?" whispered Izuku.

Kaminari murmured back, "I don't know, but I love it."

Izuku's face contorted, whispering, "That… I don't know how to respond to that." He rubbed the back of his neck, "I want, at least, one good swing… But, I definitely can't do it from this building."

Camie-Senpai said, "Ooh, what about from building to building?"

"It gives me distance. But I'm worried about height too," said Izuku.

Kaminari offered, "Well, with enough distance, you could actually wait till you reach your peak and then continue."

"Maybe… If I could shorten the time it'd take for me to reach my peak…" murmured Izuku.

Camie-Senpai tilted her head, tapping her temple, "What happens if you… I dunno… reel, like, your line as you swing?"

"That could work…"

Kaminari pumped his fist, "Well, we'll just have to keep trying. Till we break! Break your limits or your body."

"Ooh let's not reach that," winced Camie-Senpai.

"Preferably, yeah." He rubbed his chin, "Higher place, greater momentum…" He looked over his surroundings. His gaze looked up at the front of their building. "Hm…" He lifted his gauntleted hand, meddling with the dials on the back of his hand, "Well, if I want to reach higher heights… maybe I should jump a bit higher." He began to mutter, "Our building is about… twenty-meters tall… Need at least… four-meter clearance… If I…"

"Whatcha thinking?" said Kaminari, smacking Izuku's shoulder.

"I'm thinking of giving myself a little boost…" muttered Izuku. "You know with the way this building is made… This center section kinda looks like a runway – if you get rid of the awning above the door."

"Oh, yeah, I can see that," said Kaminari, rubbing his chin.

Camie-Senpai frowned, "I don't know… I thought we were gonna avoid gnarling up your body."

"Won't gnarl it up, if he nails it, right?" offered Kaminari.

"Unlikely as that is," murmured Izuku.

"Got a way to remove the awning?" asked Kaminari.

Izuku replied, "We do have a toolkit for any last-minute adjustments."

"Need a hand?" asked Kaminari.

"Need a boost."

Kaminari chuckled, following, "My back already hurts."

-XXX-

Shinso Hitoshi twirled his sticks, "Batons…? Batons…" He stood across from Fujimori, who held a collapsible shield. "Are you sure you're okay with this, Fujimori?"

"Of course, he is. It's the easiest way to demonstrate his inventions," said Shishikura with his hands tucked behind his back.

Hitoshi straightened, "I still don't think swinging at him is-"

"Do you lack impulse control – or control, in general?" tested Shishikura.

Hitoshi turned, "I'm not saying that! I…" He gritted his teeth, sighing, "Forget it…"

"I-I'll be fine, Shinso…" said Fujimori.

"It takes so much effort for you, doesn't it?" raised Shishikura

Hitoshi shook his head, "When it's continuously chipped away at, the foundation becomes very weak."

Shishikura stopped his foot, "That doesn't matter! You must always be in control! With your Quirk—"

"I know about my Quirk! I've known about it my whole life! You've known me about – what? A week?" questioned Hitoshi. "You keep goading me and testing me like I got it a month ago."

"You lost control of it, merely a week ago?" countered Shishikura.

"Lost control? I used it!" pushed Hitoshi. "I used it because my friend was being attacked! That's kinda when Heroes are supposed to use their Quirk!"

"E-Er, guys? U-Um…" murmured Fujimori.

"Under permission – watched! You don't have a license!" cried Shishikura.

"When an emergency happens, you usually don't have the five minutes it'd take to find someone to give you permission. Usually, people are kinda distracted by the emergency to get out a coherent thought!"

Shishikura shook his head, "Hmph, that situation should've never occurred if your 'friend' didn't start a fight. Broke that man's nose."

"He didn't start that fight! He was being threatened and bullied – he defended himself!" He smacked his own forehead, "I mean how would you even know? You weren't there! How do you know in general? Did you eavesdrop on a teachers' meeting?"

"N-No, o-of course not!" he stumbled. "I'm a confidant for certain teachers—"

Hitoshi laughed, stepping forward, "Oh, bull! You're a crap liar."

"Shinso, please!" cried Fujimori.

"Not even all the teachers knew! That's absolutely ridiculous! I solemnly wonder if the Principal was engaging in favoritism!"

"Don't change the subject!" Hitoshi blinked, "W-Wait… Last minute, Midoriya's Requisition Order was suddenly rejected… Did you just spout into some teacher's ear that Midoriya started a fight and broke someone's nose?"

"He deserved to know," said Shishikura – now, stepping back and crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Hitoshi spat, pushing his Senpai, "You didn't tell him the whole truth! You just pushed out whatever you overheard! You didn't have the context!" He growled, "What is wrong with you? Are you so self-righteous you can't even recognize when you're wrong?"

"I'm not self-righteous!"

"Hey, hey!" shouted Mr. Haimawari, stepping between the two. "Enough!" "Shinso, go for a walk."

Hitoshi gritted his teeth, glaring at Shishikura, before his eyes met his teacher's, "Yes, sir…"

"Fujimori, would you assist me in observing the teams?" offered Mr. Abraham.

"Y-Yes, s-sir…" said Fujimori.

"Hmph," huffed Shishikura.

Mr. Haimawari turned, "Mr. Shishikura… I don't like what I overheard in that conversation… Let's have a chat with Mr. Hario."

"S-Sir—"

"Let's start walking Mr. Shishikura. There's been enough of a scene already."

-XXX-

Izuku's eyes followed Shinso as he left his team, slipping onto the sidewalk and standing by Camie-Senpai. He turned back to his work, loosening one last screw, but he found some difficulty in that. His blood seemed to be pumping a lot faster and a lot harder than before. His hands were shaking, his arms wanted to move, and his brain was flooded with the idea of breaking something. "But what good would it do…?" He gripped the awning and ripped the decoration with a crack before tossing it aside. He hopped off Kaminari's shoulders, tossing his screwdriver into the red toolbox.

Izuku wiped a curl of his hair from his eyesight, only for it to swing back into place, "They're staring at Shinso…" His hand raked through his hair, gritting his teeth, "No… They're staring at me, too…" He huffed, pulling sections of his hair behind his head. "Senpai, do you have a tie?"

"Oh, uh, yeah," said Camie-Senpai.

"Sorry, Midoriya… I shouldn't have mentioned your name…" murmured Shinso, shaking his head.

"They were probably gonna find out eventually. If Shishikura overheard it, someone else probably did too." Izuku settled only pulling some of his hair as to not strain their roots. "It's… whatever… Annoying, but I made do." A wild set of curls remained at the top and front of his scalp while the rest was pulled into a mane at the base of his skull. "You?"

Shinso looked off to where his team once stood, "…" His frown slowly upturned, a chuckle, "You know what? Pretty good – finally got one over the jerk." He knocked his knuckles together, "Now, he knows where to shove those damn pamphlets."

"All's well that ends well?" said Kaminari, stretching his back.

Camie-Senpai looked into the distance, "I didn't know he'd go that far…"

"Senpai?"

"He's always been a stickler for the rules, but… I don't know. Guess… it just seems sad…"

"In more than one way…" muttered Shinso. His gaze swung around at their environment, "God, don't these guys have something important to do?"

Izuku shrugged, "Well, news has been slow lately."

"Think it's just been the, uh… what're they calling him?" said Kaminari.

"Hero Killer?" chimed Camie-Senpai

"Ah, yeah, that guy…" said Kaminari. "They're talking about him a lot nowadays, right?"

Shinso nodded, leaning against the lamppost, "Yeah, villain sensation – it's been awhile since the last big Super-Villain."

"They really need to stop naming these guys - gives them way too much power," murmured Izuku.

Camie-Senpai shivered, "It's freaky. I know that people have been, like, nicknaming him that, but when the news called him that, I feel like I started hearing about him everywhere." She blinked, tapping her lip, "Ooh, I'd totes understand if that's why they're staring."

"Better school drama than fueling up a serial killer?" Shinso shook his head, "It's probably just because this is more personal."

Izuku looked up, blinking, "Oh, speaking of personal…"

"Hey, guys," called Jirou.

"Hey, hey," waved Ashido.

Jirou and Ashido started up with Shinso, asking if he was okay. He echoed what he said. Izuku noticed the slight discomfort that grew across Camie-Senpai's face. Izuku looked at Kaminari who met his gaze. A raised brow turned to a jerk of the head. Kaminari looked at Senpai before raising a brow himself. Izuku looked exacerbated before mock-talking and jerking his head once more. Kaminari looked confused before shrugging as if to ask, 'What am I supposed to say?'. Izuku shrugged in turn with a look saying, 'Make something up'. Kaminari took a breath, tapped his chin, and scratched the back of his head – not at the same time.

He snapped his fingers, jogging over to the lady in question, "Hey, hey! Camie-Senpai, I was thinking about our demonstration – wanted your opinion."

"Hey, you okay?" asked Jirou – hands tucked into her waistcoat's pockets.

Izuku blinked, "Hm? Oh, yeah, fine."

"Not annoyed?"

He thought about it – about Shishikura and the events of fore. Those physiological flares burned all the more for a split second, "Very… No… Agitated… Angry…" A few more thoughts rolled through before a wave of relief rolled through, "No…" He let out a breath, "I'm fine. Gotta keep moving forward." He gestured to Shinso, "Happy to see he's fine."

"What're you going to do with that?" asked Jirou, gesturing to the awning.

He scratched his cheek, "Yeah, I shouldn't have done that… Think I damaged the holes – I won't be able to put it back up." Izuku turned to the building, raising his voice, "Well, we should complete the trail." He asked, "Do you mind helping out, Ashido?"

"Hm? How?"

"Camie-Senpai's Quirk will give your acid a thicker form. I need a crash mat."

Shinso blinked, "Oh… this is going to end well."

"What're you going to do, Midoriya?" asked Jirou.

Izuku took a step back, gesturing forward, "We're going to use the front of the building as a runway. Climb twenty meters and the speed built up should add at least five meters at the jump. At my peak, I'll shoot a line into the top of the building. My goal is to swing into the alleyway on the right side of this building. Go around the back. Swing through the left alleyway. Land."

Senpai's face contorted, "Is that what you've been trying to do the whole time?"

"Yeah."

Kaminari nodded, "Oh… Didn't look it."

"Thanks…" sighed Izuku.

Jirou smirked, "Want to get rid of the lamppost?"

"No." He shook his head, "It'd be too much trouble – they'd make us put it back up."

Jirou frowned, "Oof, yeah, never mind."

"I like that that's the issue," said Shinso, crossing his arms.

"Senpai! Let's go around the building really quick!" She shouted with Camie-Senpai in tow, "I have to get back to my Senpai."

"I do too, actually," said Jirou.

Shinso noticed his friends' gazes on him, "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

Jirou turned to jog away, "Take pictures!"

"No," said Shinso.

She cried out, "Boo!" as she left the group.

-XXX-

Samuel Abraham asked Fujimori to head over to Midoriya's group for him as Mr. Haimawari—er, Koichi walked over. "How was your chat with Mr. Shishikura?"

"He'll be waiting on the bus. I'll run over and check up on him to make sure he doesn't get heatstroke." He seemed apologetic, "It won't interfere with your grading will it?"

"I'll just grade Shishikura's Item during the tournament." He frowned, "The conversation didn't go well?"

Koichi shook his head, "He's not defending his actions – justifying them. He even suggested the Principal might be playing favorites."

"That's absurd!" cried Samuel.

"No kidding." He shook his head, "I saved her best friend once upon a time. Still had to go through all the hoops to land this job." "Oh, that reminds me, he knew about those days."

Samuel smirked, "Ah, the nights of The Crawler." He tilted his head, "Is that how you met your girlfriend?"

"Don't be slick, I caught that, you fart," chuckled Koichi, bringing a laugh from Samuel. "Apparently I met her long before those days – but that's a story for another time." He sighed, "Shishikura's got a real chip on his shoulder. I'm worried he'll just play off any punishment as unjustified. If he doesn't learn from this, he'll never grow. Either become a crap Hero or get himself killed. Or just beat up – Hell of an attitude on him, too."

Samuel nodded, "That is worrisome…"

Koichi blinked, looking past Samuel, "Ah… That's pretty worrisome, too…"

"Hm?" hummed the older man. "What do you… mean…?" Samuel trailed off…

As he saw one of his students fly up the front of the building, "AAAAAHHHHH!" He reached his peak in a matter of minutes before he began to fall. He and Koichi began to run over to the group as metal pierced stone. "AH-HA!" he cried before he careened into the nearby alleyway. "WOOOO-HOOOOO!"

Shinso's eyes were as wide as saucers, chasing after the inventor with three in tow, "MIDORIYA, THAT'S REALLY FAST!"

"YOU DON'T HAVE A HELMET!" cried Utsushimi.

Fujimori stumbled after the group, crying, "B-B-Be careful!"

"HEEL!" shouted Kaminari.

"MIDORIYA!" yelled Samuel.

Koichi cried, "MR. MIDORIYA!"

Midoriya swung back into view from around the other side of the building, "WOOOO-HOOOO! HA-HA!" The line caught the corner of the building, turning his flight harshly. Realization dawned on all of their faces, "AAAAHHHH!" as he crashed through a second story window.

Shinso: "Aw, crap!"

"Oh, no!", Utsushimi.

Fujimori: "Oh, god!"

"Walk it off!"

Koichi snapped, "Kaminari!"

"Are you okay!?" shouted Samuel.

Midoriya popped into view, in the broken window, "Ha-ha! I should've made a helmet!" He laughed, "That was awesome!"

"Dude, you flew!" said Kaminari.

Koichi smacked his student's shoulder, "Don't encourage him!"

Samuel pointed his finger, "Mr. Midoriya, that was incredibly reckless! You nearly gave me a heart attack!" He wiped his face before looking up with a different gaze, "That was a feat of engineering, but that test was absolutely thoughtless!"

"Samuel, there's a shimmer in your eye," joked Koichi.

Samuel's eyes were practically glowing – no, beaming with pride, "Don't be ridiculous!"

Koichi conceded, "It was pretty impressive…"

"Militaries have been trying to do that for years!" exclaimed Samuel.

Koichi tilted his head, "But—"

"But it was extremely dangerous! And cannot be done again!" pointed Samuel.

Midoriya shakingly nodded, "Y-Yes, sir…"

"Good," finished Samuel.

A moment of silence balanced in the air between them, "…"

Midoriya slowly raised a brow, "Thoughts?"

Samuel looked at his student, "…" He coughed into his hand, "Well… You should start with a helmet!"

"Yeah, yeah… Agreed," concurred Midoriya.

Samuel listed away – his adjustments and ideas. Midoriya listened intently while Koichi bided his time. His teacher in crime was lost in the potential of his young student. Koichi would have to save the scolding of Midoriya Izuku till after Samuel scratched his engineering itch. Though, that did leave him enough time to scold his own students and their complacency in such a test.

Koichi turned, snatching the collar of an escaping Kaminari.

"Eep!"

Koichi sighed, "Let's have a chat – the both of you."

-XXX-

"I can't believe I got scolded for your shit," sighed Kaminari Denki. He and Midori walked up the steps of their student dorm. Both found themselves in their school's uniform. Midoriya's hair was still tied into a ponytail, making his cap actually fit on his head. However, Denki had ditched wearing the accessory, stuffing it into the top of his bag.

"Well, don't worry I got scolded for my shit, too," said Midori.

Denki's face contorted, "Eww."

"What?"

"You cursed. Sounds weird when you do it."

Midori's face contorted, "I feel like I've done it before – in front of you."

"I probably wasn't paying attention," murmured Denki, adjusting the hold on his bag.

He shook his head, "Suggest you forgot – that's just a lot better than saying I wasn't paying attention."

Denki blinked, "Oh…" He shrugged, "I forgot."

"It doesn't count now," chuckled Midori.

Denki asked, "How ya holding up?" as they stepped onto their final landing.

"Aching, honestly…" he groaned, rolling his shoulder. "I didn't expect there to be such a strain on me…"

"You did crash through a window," said Denki.

"I did."

"Shishikura not bothering you?" asked Denki as they neared their doors.

"All's well that ends well, right?"

Denki shrugged, "Hm, we'll see. Fujimori and Shinso might tank the tournament."

"Mr. Abraham, Mr. Haimawari, and Mister…" Midori blinked, "What's the Second-Year teacher's name?"

"Hm… No idea," said Denki, adjusting the hold on his bag. "Maybe we should just make one up."

"But, what happens if we learn his name – it'll just cause problems for later." He coughed, "Anyway, they'll be fair, I'm sure."

Denki fixed his hold on his bag, "I hope so."

"What's up with your bag? Is it that heavy?" asked Midori.

"Ah, well…" he pushed out. "Don't look – don't look…"

Midori's look flattened, "What is that?"

"Uh…"

Midori yanked the Shiketsu cap from his bag, finding a familiar shine of a gauntlet, "You took – you—" He gripped the zipper of the bag and pulled it shut, "Kaminari!"

"I needed target practice! The tournament's tomorrow!" conceded Denki.

Midori whispered, "How are you going to practice without drawing attention!?"

"We sell rubber tarps at the store – I got a plan."

Midori's face contorted for a moment, "…" He finally sighed, "Fine…" He asked, "You have a spare room, too?"

Denki blinked, "Yeah."

"We'll move a bunch of your stuff in there. Try and dampen the sound."

"Oh, that's a great idea." Denki smacked his friend's shoulder, "Thanks for enabling me, Midori!"

Midori sighed with a tired smile, "Yeah, well, I owe you a few."

-\ XXX /-

AN: I swear, I wanted to get into the Sports Festival in this chapter. But that didn't happen. First, the establishment of the teams and their relationships. With, of course, the biggest spotlight landing upon Shinso's team. A little mini-reveal that wasn't meant to be a large mystery. Just an aspect of the reality. Then, Midoriya's Maneuver Belt works - mostly off-screen as per usual. Finally, Midoriya enables Kaminari.

That's about it. I don't really want to deep dive into this. Mostly because I'm very tired.

With that, thank you for reading and criticize away!

Update Window: November 20th - 30th

Intended Due Date: November 20th - 25th