Kyoka ducked under a spar-bot's shot before throwing Orpheus upwards. Its head bent back; clocked out, crumbling to the ground. Her jack plugged into her cowl before heartbeat roared through the speakers upon her chest. The body of the sparking machine was turned into a projectile that ran over two others, destroying them both.

The arena's alarm blared before Mr. Haimawari spoke, "Good work, today, Earphone Jack." She turned to the Board, "You're maintaining your lead over Creati, but… you're not quite catching up with Cellophane." He advised, "Your issue's mobility now over damage. Since your mechanic's in the crowd, maybe you should have a chat with him about that."

Kyoka pulled Orpheus' strap free before throwing it across her torso and pulling it tight, "Gotcha, thanks, Mr. Haimawari." She turned, making her way over the bleachers. She was the last student to warm up before one-on-one spars started, which meant a short intermission.

"A grenade launcher!?" gasped Ashido. "That's so cool!"

"You think?" replied Midoriya. "It shouldn't be hard to build." They were both going through his notebook – a page on her, more than likely. "I can probably whip it up before we start internships. You won't get any training with it."

Despite her dark sclera, her gold irises beamed with excitement, "You can make it!?"

"Y-Yeah, I'll get started on it – I have your number so I'll keep you updated."

Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, "Thanks, Midori!"

His face quickly flushed as she hugged him, "H-Ha, ha… N-No p-problem…!"

"Jeez, don't squeeze him to death," chuckled Jirou as she plopped down next to them.

"I'm gonna get a grenade launcher!" pumped Ashido.

Jirou nodded, "Yes, yes, I heard." She then nudged Midoriya, "Did you hear what Mr. Haimawari said?"

He nodded, "The mobility issue, yeah…" He tapped his chin, "Hm…" His head teetered, "Well, I did have one idea…"

"Shoot, we have time," she replied with a shrug.

"So, you know how you can use soundwaves from your speakers as a sort of… wind attack?" asked Midoriya.

"Yeah."

He explained, "It's a horizontal force. So, if it's able to provide that much of a push horizontally, maybe it could be provided vertically."

"Like a super jump?"

"Yep, if it can be done, there's a dozen different ways you could continue it." He shrugged, "I mean, theoretically, you could even fly."

Jirou was aghast, "Fly?"

"Sonic waves could hit the ground and then bounce back up to catch you." His head teetered, "But we'd need to change your costume again."

Jirou's face contorted, "By how much?"

"Well, it would need to be built to catch the returning force… So, a cape… or a wing-suit sort of thing…" He shook his head, "However, this is just a theory right now, focusing on that super-jump will be easier."

"Alright…" She crossed her arms, "So, what, I lay down and let her rip?"

"Ya got ear plugs?" asked Midoriya.

"No."

"Then absolutely not." He explained, "I mean the resonance might cause the ground crack, damage your speakers, and potentially burst your eardrums."

Jirou slowly took that in, "O… k… What's your idea?"

"Well, you do have those speakers on your boots." He suggested, "If you kneel and use those, you can probably do a big front-flip."

"I'm guessing they're not as powerful as the one's on my chest?"

"Yep, nothing should break from the resonance."

Jirou tapped on her Support-Arm, "What about Orpheus?"

"Its weight shouldn't throw you off too much," said Midoriya with a shrug.

"Alright, everybody!" called out Mr. Haimawari. "We're set for our sparring matches – for our guest, we'll go over the rules." A green circle formed, via a projector, on the arena floor. "This is the ring. Push your opponent out," the circle flashed red as a high-pitched buzz played. "Now, first-years' sparring matches are restricted to three hits. Three hits, you're out. You also have a timer set for two minutes. If you grapple your opponent, you must be able to hold them for at least ten seconds and then you'll be considered the winner. And, of course, your opponent may yield at any point and time." He spoke firmly, "Unsportsmanlike behavior will not be tolerated."

"Pairs are decided via a random name generator." The Board shifted to a different screen. "After all twenty students have entered the ring and ten of them have won, it'll be free for all. Any student may challenge another and step into the ring." He added, "I don't exactly condone its use to settle differences, but I can't deny that it can be effective on occasion."

"Settle arguments?" echoed Midoriya.

Shinso leaned in from his seat, "Yoarashi challenged Yaoyorozu to a fight over the Class President spot."

"He could do that?" asked Midoriya.

Shinso and Jirou shook their heads, "No."/"Nope."

"So it was…"

"Pointless?"/"Stupid?"

"So, who's up first!?" called Mr. Haimawari. "Tsuburaba vs. Agent Midoriya!"

"What!?" whispered Tsuburaba loudly to Kaibara. "I'm up against the dude with a metal bat!?"

Midoriya slipped on his helmet, "He seems scared…"

Shinso shrugged, "Well, he doesn't have an offensive Quirk…"

"Oh…?" he cooed flatly as he didn't turn on his visor.

"You know, it is scary to just hear your voice and not get a feel for what kind of face you're making," said Shinso with a chuckle.

His head slowly tilted, "Is it now?"

"I think you just made his day," joked Jirou.

Ashido giggled, "You gonna spook the shit out of Tsuburaba?"

A shrug, "Depends on him," before he made his way to the arena.

-XXX-

"Sup, dude," said Tsuburaba as he stood across Izuku in the ring.

"I wonder if I can take advantage of the fact that he's scared of me…" thought Izuku as meddled with his gauntlets. "Maybe I can get him to forfeit rather than hurt him…" He reached over his head, and unsheathed Masai, twirling it with a crackle of electricity. "Hello…", said Izuku finally.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna fucking die…" muttered Tsuburaba.

"Opponents! Bow!" called Mr. Haimawari, causing them to do so. "Match will begin in… 3… 2… 1…

FIGHT!"

Izuku didn't move, "I don't know his Quirk…" He twirled Masai as Tsuburaba stumbled back. "Shinso said it wasn't offensive, so it's only defensive… How do I…?" He looked at the bat as it sparked and crackled. He took Masai into both hands, raising it overhead, before chucking it at Tsuburaba.

Tsuburaba let out a cry before blowing a breath, and the air that left his lungs solidified, turning into a glass-like barrier. It was easily shattered by the metal bat; both bat and shards clattered against the ground.

"Don't let up…!" Izuku sent a grapple towards the ceiling, and yanked himself into the air. When retracted, he then launched both hooks into the ground, either side of Tsuburaba. Izuku shot at his opponent who created another barrier between them. His grapples retracted as Izuku raised his limbs, landing on the glass-like surface. His helmet cracked against the barrier and stayed there. The distance between him and Tsuburaba was small, giving the latter a sinking feeling.

Before Izuku smashed his helmet against the barrier, shattering a portion of it, reached through the breach, and took hold of Tsuburaba's face. Tsuburaba almost screamed but put more focus into blowing another barrier, knocking off his opponent's fingers with its edge. Once free, he began to create multiple barriers of varying sizes as Izuku landed on his feet.

The barrier that he landed on shattered as it hit the ground, "So… He really doesn't have offensive capabilities."

"Yeah, man!" Tsuburaba shook his head, "I'm more of a support role!"

Izuku nodded, turning, "Then this sort of thing isn't suited for you…" He chuckled as he recovered Masai, "Man… I'm just wondering how it works…" He walked back up to the barrier that saved Tsuburaba from his hand, "I'm guessing how big it is depends on how much you blow out?" He tilted his head, "What about its fragility?" His finger pressed against the barrier, "I mean, is it weaker the quicker you make it?" It cracked underneath the pressure.

Tsuburaba let out a nervous chuckle as he stepped back once again. He blinked as a green light shone over him before flashing red and letting out a buzzing sound.

"Match to Agent Midoriya via Ring Out!" announced Mr. Haimawari.

Tsuburaba had a wave of both relief and disappointment wash over him. He looked up as Izuku just walked against the quickly-made barriers, knocking them down and causing them to shatter. The helmet was removed and unveiled an apologetic smile, "Hey…"

"Even against a Quirkless guy…" muttered Tsuburaba.

Izuku hesitated for a moment before extending his hand, "Sorry about freaking you out – I kinda wanted to avoid hitting you."

"Well, thanks for that much, I guess," said Tsuburaba, shaking hands. "Man… I can't beat anyone in the ring."

Izuku nodded, shrugging, "Your Quirk isn't suited for fighting, but that doesn't mean you can't be."

"What? Get a bat like you?"

"No, I think with your Quirk, you should consider more ranged options." He tapped his chin, "A crossbow or paintball gun?"

Tsuburaba shrugged, "I mean… I guess that could work."

"Agent Midoriya, Tsuburaba, on the line for assessment!" A green line was projected upon the ground, letting the duo stand on it. "Tsuburaba, continue to exercise your Quirk. Your lung capacity is pretty good, so what you need is to get your Quirk used to being deployed quickly. It will naturally adapt to your continuous use."

"Aye, aye," replied Tsuburaba.

"Agent Midoriya, random chance was on your side. You were placed against an opponent that you were a good counter for." Mr. Haimawari advised, "Don't become complacent."

"Of course," said Izuku.

They were dismissed from the arena and Tsuburaba shrugged, "I think I got a paintball gun at home…"

"You can add an addendum to your Hero Costume and see if you can get it approved before the internship," suggested Izuku.

"Yeah… I guess I'll do that." His hands rested on the back of his head, "Doesn't help me now, though."

"You can borrow the bat," offered Izuku.

Tsuburaba shrugged, "Nah, people will go easier on me right now, I think." He chuckled, "I'd prefer not getting smacked."

As they rose to the bleachers, Izuku shrugged, "Probably because you don't have a helmet or armor."

"Yeah… you know, since I'm in a support role, maybe I can ditch the flashy stuff."

"If you're worried about getting hurt, I don't see why not."

Tsuburaba nudged him, "Think you can help me out?"

"I'm not sure I'll be able to finish it in time." Izuku suggested, "Try talking to Mr. Haimawari or Mr. Abraham, I'm sure they should have some body armor laying around."

-X-

"Boo, that wasn't much of a fight…" said Ashido with a pout.

"What did you expect?" asked Shinso.

Jirou shook her head, "I'd feel bad if it turned into a bare-knuckle brawl." She shrugged, "Midoriya would probably kick the shit out of him."

"True…" murmured Mina.

Shinso leaned back, "Tsuburaba needs to pick up the weights or figure out something else."

"He got lucky this time… If he were against Yoarashi, he'd lose pretty badly," countered Kaminari.

Ashido's face contorted, "I dunno honestly… Yoarashi just pushes people out of the ring most of the time." She suggested, "Like, he could use his grapples to stay in, at least, for a while."

Shinso shrugged, "It's how most people put up a fight against him. So, Midoriya would be equal with everybody else."

Kaminari bit back a sigh, looking off to the side.

"Hey," said Izuku as he rejoined the group.

Ashido cooed, "Welcome back~!"

"Have fun?" asked Shinso.

Izuku shrugged, "Hm, just tried to help Tsuburaba come up with something."

"Oh?"

"A ranged Support-Arm." Izuku sat between Ashido and Jirou once more, "Probably won't get it done in time for the Internship, but maybe afterwards."

"Heh, I can't believe you intimidated Tsuburaba like that though." Ashido said in a weird voice, "What about its fragility?", raising her finger into the air to press against nothing

Izuku frowned, "I don't sound like that."

"I don't sound like that."

His eyes narrowed at her, "…" He then huffed, crossing his arms and turning away, "You're not getting that grenade launcher."

"Wait, no! I'm sorry!" gasped Ashido.

Jirou chimed in, "I can't believe you chucked Masai at him. Could've knocked him out in one go."

"And straight into the nurse's office," said Shinso.

"Hospital more like," noted Kaminari.

Izuku's face contorted for a moment before shaking his head.

-XXX-

Everyone winced when Sato was thrown out of the ring by Yoarashi, ending the final random match. "Is that what it's always like?" asked Midoriya. Yoarashi descended to the ground before moving over to help Sato up.

"Pretty much," said Jirou with a shrug.

Ashido blew raspberries, "His Quirk makes him seriously overpowered…"

"No one's a good counter for him," sighed Shinso. "No one can get close to the whirlwind and no projectile can pierce it." He finished, "Closest you can get to a win is a time-out."

As they were chatting, Denki moved away from the group, "Hey, Shiozaki."

"Yes, Kaminari?" she replied, after finishing her prayer.

"Are you planning on fighting today?"

"Fighting?" She seemed slightly offended, "No, I plan on subduing my potential opponent."

Denki muttered, "That's a yes." He coughed, "What do you think about Midoriya?"

"Hm?" Shiozaki shook her head, "Nothing in particular."

"Well, I was thinking it might be good training for him to fight someone like you," he suggested. "Villains are bound to have a Quirk like yours."

She considered it for a moment, "Perhaps… But, it might be a bit unfair."

"All the better – not every fight is gonna be equal," countered Denki.

"True…"

Mr. Haimawari spoke from the deck, "Alright, we are in the Challenger Phase! Any volunteers?"

Shiozaki paused for a moment before standing and raising her hand, "I would like a moment in the ring."

"Opponent?"

"Agent Midoriya," she answered.

"Agent Midoriya, do you accept?"

Midoriya stood, "Sure." He waited for her to walk part way before extending his hand, "We haven't properly met – nice to meet you."

"A pleasure," she replied with a smile, shaking his hand. "Shall we?"

"Y-Yeah, after you."

-X-

"3… 2… 1…

"FIGHT!"

Shiozaki's hands clasped together as her vine-like hair shot into the ground. They slipped in between the tiles and festered underneath, stretching the length of the ring. And, as if he knew, Midoriya flew into the air, using his grapples to pull himself above the swarming vines. They gathered before shooting at her flying opponent. However, Midoriya proved too agile, using bursts of gas to narrowly dodge her attacks. Shiozaki clenched her jaw, gathering her vines underneath the tiles.

It was an opportunity he couldn't ignore. His grapples shot at either side of her before rocketing at her. Automatically, his grapples retracted as he reached for Masai. However, a wall of green sprouted from below, nearly eclipsing him. His hooks re-fired in the opposite direction, and with a burst of gas, he flew away as the vines tried to wash over him like a wave.

Midoriya fell onto his back, rolling onto his feet. Then, he readied to move once more, but sets of vines lurched from the tiles near him, wrapping around his forearms. The green pulled taut, sinking below the tile, and bringing him to his knees.

"Do not fight it," said Shiozaki. "It will all be over soon."

"10… 9…"

Midoriya struggled against their pull, but fighting the controlled vines proved to be difficult. Shiozaki seemed to let him pull himself away for a moment, waiting for him to reach the peak of his effort, before yanking him back down.

"8… 7… 6…"

His focus fell on her before a grapple shot from his belt, sparking off her chain-mail mask. A gasp escaped her lips as she stumbled back; as her focus waned.

The vines were limp for a moment – just barely two seconds, but it was enough time for Midoriya to rip himself free. He grabbed his line and whipped it, turning it to a loop around her neck. She instinctively grasped the line as it wrapped before he shot another grapple. He manipulated its flight, arcing it around her waist. As both grapples locked into place, his belt reeled both in as he leapt into the air with a burst of gas.

Midoriya flipped over her airborne form as the lines laxed, allowing her to fly undeterred. Shiozaki's shoulder slammed into the ground first before rolling several times; wrapping her in the line. When she finally landed on her back, a sound buzzed through the air as the green circle turned red.

-X-

Ashido shot to her feet, pumping her fists into the air, "Woo!"

"That was a close one," laughed Jirou.

Shinso nodded, "Shiozaki nearly had him. If she wrapped him up more, she would've won."

"He hasn't lost yet…", muttered Denki. "Shiozaki's usually so… overwhelming… Why didn't she just swarm him…? Did she go easy on him because he's Quirkless…?"

"Alright, so… Who's next?"

"Actually? Can I go again?" asked Midoriya from the arena.

"I know I said to avoid complacency, but you shouldn't overwork yourself either," said Mr. Haimawari. "Let's have someone else get their turn and then get back to me." He added, "Maybe your adrenaline will subside and you'll wind up more sore than you thought."

He seemed disappointed, but nodded anyway, "Understood."

Shiozaki whispered to him and he replied with a shrug. She seemed surprised before she gave him a nod. She even bowed to him, causing him to chuckle awkwardly prior to giving her a bow in turn.

When he rejoined their group, it was Ashido who asked, "What were you two talking about?"

"You wanted another round?" questioned Shinso.

"No," Midoriya chuckled. "With all of you talking about it, before she challenged me, I was kinda hoping to take a swing at Yoarashi."

"Ooh, newbie wants the big bone," joked Shinso.

Jirou punched his shoulder, "Trying to establish yourself by punching the toughest guy in the room?"

Midoriya rubbed the back of his neck, "Well, you guys made it sound like all of you had a turn – was kinda just hoping to have my own."

"Are you kidding me…?! That's somehow worse…!" thought Denki. "I can't be quiet anymore… Sorry, Shinso, but he's not avoiding me right now…" He tapped Midoriya's shoulder, "Hey, Midoriya, can we have a chat?" He coughed, "About the gauntlet."

His face contorted, "Um…" His features began to relax before slowly nodding, "Sure."

"I left it in my locker, so let's swing by real quick," said Denki. Before he called out, "Mr. Haimawari, I gotta ask Midoriya about my Support-Arm, but I left it in my locker! We'll be right back!"

"Back in two minutes," clarified Mr. Haimawari. "And it's Agent Midoriya! Remember, codenames!"

-XXX-

"So, is there something wrong with the Stein-Gauntlet?" asked Izuku as Kaminari held the door open for him. He clapped his hands as he entered the Hero Course locker room, "Or do you want to upgrade it in some way?"

Kaminari let the door close behind him, "Midoriya… I didn't want to talk about the gauntlet…"

"O… Okay… uh… what is this about then?"

"You've been… doing really well in the arena. You beat those bots and you're two for two against people…" admitted Kaminari. He fidgeted, "But I just…" He sucked in a deep breath before saying, "I don't think you should do this."

Izuku stared at him for a moment, bewildered. "Wha…" He shook his head, "Do what?"

Kaminari shook his head, "This, Midoriya. The—The sidekick gig – the Hero gig. It's… It's too dangerous."

"You serious?" questioned Izuku, an uncertain smile. "No," a chuckle left his lips. "W… What do you think I'm gonna say?" He shook his head, waving his hand, "G-Get out of the way."

Kaminari stepped in front of him, blocking the door, "Midoriya, please, this is crazy! You can't do what we do—"

"If you say, because I'm Quirkless," he warned, "-I'm going to punch you."

"That's what you are – you can't deny that!"

"But that's not all I am!" spat Izuku. "Move or I'll move you."

Kaminari shook his head, "Midoriya, you wouldn't—" Gloved hands grasped his lapels before lifting him off his feet and shoving him further into the room. "Midoriya!"

"I said I would." He started out the door, "I've had enough of this."

"The Hero Killer nearly killed you! Or… Or did enough damage to put you in the hospital!" cried Kaminari. "We all thought you were dead!" He added, "Hell, he might be after you right now!"

Izuku huffed, "I'm not on his radar." He stepped back into the room, "And you don't even know what happened! You never asked."

Kaminari spat, "Well, what did happen!?"

"I found Ingenium in an alleyway, paralyzed. Stain was going to kill him," explained Izuku. "I saved him. I fired off a flare and kept Stain busy till rescue showed up." He nearly laughed, "And ya know what?" He spat, "I did die. I died happy." Kaminari's mouth opened. "Why?" Izuku shook his head, "All my life, I've been told what I can or can't be. That I can't fight. That I can't protect anyone. That I can't protect myself." His knuckles wrapped against his chest, "Well, GUESS WHAT? I DID!"

Kaminari shook his head, "Midoriya, if you died, then… How is this even a conversation!?" He rubbed his temple, "You didn't beat Stain! You died!"

"I survived!" He swallowed, "And there has to be a reason for it." He slammed his hand against his chest, "I can be a Hero, I can fight, I can protect people!" His finger jabbed against Kaminari's chest, "And I am done letting other people tell me that I can't." He shook his head, "I am not useless. I am not weak. I will not be the victim again!" He glared into Kaminari's eyes, "I'm going to be exactly who I want to be." He panted for a moment before standing tall, "And you can either get on board or get out of the way." Izuku shoved the door open and left.

-XXX-

It was a lot to take in at once: Midoriya's Death and his anger. Finally, Denki shook his head, and chased after Midoriya, "No…! I can't let it end like this…!" Midoriya was long gone, more than likely already back in the Danger-Room. "He has to hear me out… I don't think he's weak… or useless…! I just don't want him to get hurt again…!" He blinked, "Wait…" He clenched his fist as he ran, arcing electricity between his fingers, "Maybe I can just show him…"

Denki stepped into the Danger-Room, and found Midoriya, part way to the lift.

"Chargebolt, welcome back as well," said Mr. Haimawari. "Take your seat."

Denki slowly made his own way up the bleachers. Midoriya made it to their friends first, but he didn't seem to say anything too shocking. Their reaction wasn't large nor loud, but quiet and understanding. He excused himself from them before taking a seat behind them. His helmet was recovered and locked onto his head.

A weight fell onto his shoulders when their eyes locked onto him. He made his way over and sat down.

"Where's the gauntlet?" asked Jirou.

Denki rubbed the back of his neck, "I… Hadn't used it in too long… Think something must be wrong with it."

"Oh, no wonder Midoriya's got a headache," joked Shinso.

"Will it be ready in time for the internship?" asked Ashido.

Denki forced a chuckle, "Y-Yeah, hopefully, at least."

"Next challengers! Welder vs. Long Weizi!" announced Mr. Haimawari. The two students descended to the arena below and soon began their battle.

"He didn't tell them… Why didn't he tell them…?" he thought to himself.

In the corner off Denki's eye, he noticed Midoriya subtly climb the bleachers, getting Shiozaki's attention. They started chatting about something before Midoriya's visor fell in Denki's direction. His attention snapped away, focusing on the match below.

Denki rubbed his temples, "God… what am I doing…? Am I really going to do this…?" He took a deep breath, shaking his head, "No… I…" His jaw clenched, "I need to be sure… I… I might be his only wake up call…"

A buzz filled the air as Mr. Haimawari called, "Match to Long Weizi! Those count as hits, Welder."

"I gotta be sure…" thought Denki. "I have to be sure…" It wasn't too long before Rin and Awase rose to the bleachers.

"Alright, who's next?" asked Mr. Haimawari.

"Mr. Haimawari!" called Denki as he stood.

Mr. Haimawari observed, "Chargebolt and… Agent Midoriya."

Denki looked over his shoulder and saw an already standing Midoriya. "Y-Yes, sir," confirmed Denki.

Mr. Haimawari said, "Alright, in the ring, the both of you."

"Are you sure? You said you had a headache," asked Ashido.

"I'll be fine," said Midoriya.

Shinso stood, whispering, "Oi, what're you two doing?"

"N-Nothing, just… a friendly match," Denki lied.

Mr. Haimawari announced, "Alright, boys, I want a clean match." He asked, "Ready?"

"Ready," said Denki and Midoriya.

Denki undid his gauntlet, tossing it aside, "I don't want to do this, you know that, right?"

"Don't lose your spine now," spat Midoriya.

He then stripped himself of his jacket, "You'll understand…" Electricity arced from the diodes on his top, "You're just… out of your league."

Midoriya tossed Masai to the side before cracking his knuckles, "And you're out of your depth."

"3… 2… 1…

FIGHT!"

Denki charged forward, letting out a cry, as Midoriya charged at him. "Just need to get close…!" Slipping underneath Midoriya's fist, Denki dropped his body, putting all of his weight into his shoulder. His arms wrapped around Midoriya's waist, "S-Sorry, Midoriya!" He locked his hands together behind Midoriya's back, "Indiscriminate Discharge!" Yellow lightning surged from the silver diodes; crawled across his body, and arced into the air. That electricity surged into Midoriya, causing him to cry out in pain. "I'm sorry, Midoriya!" The visor sparked to life as each LED pitched and shone brighter and brighter. His eyes screwed shut as he gritted his teeth, "Just go down!"

Denki's eyes shot open when Midoriya's hands clouted against either side of his head. He immediately went cross-eyed as his ears rang. "You want to get in my way," came out as a hoarse whisper. Midoriya's arms wrapped around Denki's abdomen before lifting his legs straight into the air. Disoriented, Denki lost his grip, getting flipped into the air. When his knees fell on Midoriya's shoulder, Midoriya shouted, "YOU'LL HAVE TO DO BETTER THAN THIS!" Midoriya leapt into the air, gripping Denki's legs, before slamming Denki's back against the tiled ground.

All the air in Denki's lungs left as he wheezed. His electricity faded as it became harder for him to think. He blinked when saw Midoriya crouch over him, rearing a fist back. "W-Whey…"

"One more," muttered Midoriya.

-\XXX/-

AN: Thus is the end of Season 2A! So, like I said last time this is pretty good for pacing in comparison to the last season. This chapter did take longer to write because of how big of a story beat this was. 2A was about Midoriya preparing to leap into the Hero world and found that the obstacle in his way was his very first friend.

Oh, the humanity~! How guilt and heroism mix, creating an acidic concoction called delusion.

It's late and I have to get to bed. So, we'll keep it short and simple.

Thank you for reading and criticize away!

Update Window: April 20th - 30th

Intended Due Date: April 20th - 25th