"Alright, boys and girls! Let's get the debrief for match one underway!" All Might said in his trademark boisterous manner. "Now, if I were to single out the best performance of the match I would have to say it was young Midoriya, with Iida coming in a close second!"
"Wait, seriously?" Kirishima asked. "How was it close?! Midoriya kicked ass and beat everybody!"
"Hmm! Valid question! Who has a guess?!"
"Sir, I believe I can answer that," Momo Yaoyarozu, the girl with the diligent manner clashing with her incredibly revealing costume volunteered, raising her arm. "Iida was the most dedicated to the exercise, adapting to his assigned role. Bakugou's actions were reckless, abandoning the goal to pursue personal vendettas and causing unnecessary destruction. Not only was his powered explosion counter to his goals, it was both completely ineffective and caused him to lose sight of his opponent, setting himself up for a fall. Uraraka was ill-equipped to deal with either of her opponents and despite technically securing the victory, it was not through her own actions. While Midoriya defeated one opponent and assisted in securing the victory, Bakugou's rage made him sloppy and Iida was outnumbered. Given the severe handicap, Iida almost earning a victory via time limit speaks favourably of his abilities. Though, I note, Iida was capable of securing that victory. Had he chosen to retreat to the lower floors, the hero team would have been unable to catch him." Momo finished, not noticing the deliriously happy expression on Iida's face at her analysis, before it turned thoughtful at her critique.
"Nice job, Evilgenium," said Ochako, bursting his bubble and causing him to clear his throat awkwardly and try to stand with dignity and poise.
No one that just heard his "villain name" was buying it.
"Well... Yes, that's... Mostly right. Iida could have relaxed more also but... Yes! Good job! Good analysis!" All Might praised with a thumbs up and an awkward laugh at basically being upstaged. "Now then! Let's move on to the next match! Remember everything you saw and what we discussed as you tackle this training for yourselves! The next match will be!..." the number one hero announced as he rummaged around in the team lot boxes.
The next teams to go were Teams B and I, Todoroki and Shoji for the heroes, Hagakure and Ojiro for the villains. As the four selected headed to their battle location, the rest of the class seemed to gravitate towards the previous match participants.
More specifically...
"Oh, man that was such a great fight you guys had!" Kirishima praised Bakugou and Izuku, miming punches. "Bakugou was like bam bam bam and Midoriya was like huh huh huh!" he said, turtling up like a boxer while swaying around. "You guys had a real double act thing going!"
"Screw off, spiky guy!" Bakugou barked as he pushed his way out of the crowd and sulked by himself.
"What's his problem?" Jirou asked, rolling her eyes at the machismo after getting pushed aside.
"Ah, whatever, dude just lost. Let 'im work it out of his system," Kirishima waved the other spiky-haired boy's temper off. "Anyway, what is with your quirk, dude?!" he asked Izuku instead, "I can't figure it out! Yesterday it just seemed like a regular strength enhancement thing, then today you're yankin' people all over the place! What gives?!"
"I must admit to being curious, myself," Iida agreed. "When you arrived in the inner sanct- err, I mean the room with the weapon, I thought you would just pull it out of my hands and the match would be over."
"Oh, well my quirk doesn't work on everything and it only works in a certain way," Izuku said evasively, not really wanting to explain more and have to lie. On the other hand... It was a lot of people focusing all their attention on him.
"Oh, is he blushing?" the pink girl asked pointing at his cheeks flaring red, flaring harder on her pointing it out. "Oh, that's so cute! What're you hiding, Midoriya?" she teased.
"N-Nothing!" he protested, face cherry red as he waved his arms defensively. "J-J-Just my quirk draws on heat so I can pull things towards me if I think they're hot and I can make myself stronger!"
Huh. He didn't even technically lie there, he realised. Nice save, Midoriya!
Of course, he also didn't realise he let slip more than he probably should have. The permanent blush marks on Uraraka's face seemed to swell and spread across her entire face and down past her neck.
"Ohhhhh?" Ashido drawled with a sinister smile, "So you think Uraraka is hot, huh?"
"Ahhh, I see!" Iida said, slamming a fist into his palm, "The internal temperature of a human is thirty-seven degrees and the internals of those robots was far hotter than that so you could pull them towards you!"
"Ahhh-hah?" Izuku sighed out something that sounded vaguely affirmative so he wouldn't have to lie again.
"But if it worked like that, why wouldn't he have just pulled you, Iida?" Yaoyarozu asked, joining the conversation.
Izuku cringed at the worryingly insightful girl in the distractingly revealing outfit's deduction.
Ashido's grin returned. "Soooo I was right! It worked on Uraraka because he thinks she's super hot!"
Izuku's brain overloaded under all the teasing, reducing him to letting out a pitiful whining sound in response.
"Awww, that's so adorable!" Ashido squealed as she wrapped him in a hug getting a startled squeak from him. "Look, he's like a squeaky toy!"
"Come on, Mina, give the guy a break," said Kirishima, feeling bad he kind of started this. Unfortunately he was ignored.
"Hey, so does that mean it would work on the rest of us?" Tsuyu asked curiously.
Izuku, his ears leaking steam by this point, released a strangled sound as even his subconscious mind understood the reality of such a trap question.
"Oh, I think that's a yes for me at least!" Ashido giggled, if a little uncertainly, at having to really work to separate herself from the green-haired boy.
Snapped back into some semblance of thought at being released by the pink girl, he stuttered, "S-Sorry! I c-can't really turn off the close contact part!"
"It's cool!" Ashido said reassuringly even as she shuffled back a couple paces.
"So what about the other–"
"D-Definitely!" Izuku shouted cutting off Kirishima, chin pressed into his neck, eyes shut tight. "It would definitely work on all the girls!"
It had seemed like the only safe answer to the question.
"I, uh, was gonna ask about the enhancement part," Kirishama explained, rubbing his head awkwardly. Turns out Izuku was answering the wrong question and Kirishima was doing him a solid by changing the subject.
"O-Oh," Izuku swallowed thickly.
"So... Yeah! Good match, guys!" Kirishima cheered before moving back to the monitoring station to watch the next match, most of the class following him.
Two that didn't, Kaminari and Mineta, moved in close and pulled Izuku into a huddle. "So how was the hug?" Kaminari whispered.
"Uhhh, fine?"
"Were her boobs firm?" Mineta asked, salivating slightly.
Midoriya's stress line was once again crossed, but this time he had no compunctions about shoving the two more lecherous boys away with maybe a little more strength than was truly necessary.
"Alright. Match two! Hero team, your time starts now!"
Izuku watched the match unfold, pulling his mind away from the past few awkward minutes by doing something he had done for years. Study heroes. And the second match was a doozy, even for how short it was.
Ojiro had a tail. Hagakure was invisible. Shoji could replicate his body parts on his tentacles as many times as needed.
It could have been three on one instead of two on two. Todoroki still would have won with his overwhelming power of "Nope, Ice".
And seeing it happen, Izuku had no idea how any of them could have stood up to "Nope, Ice". It was an overwhelming level of power. Izuku had to assume Todoroki was a recommended student. If he had been in the main exam he would have blown even Bakugou's score out of the water. And then frozen it.
Because ice.
All of the ice.
He realised his thought process seemed to have come off of the rails but seeing someone effortlessly freeze an entire building left him a little lost. That was power on the levels of All Might and Endeavour. The cold even spread to the control room they were in, prompting Izuku to switch on the induction heater built into the chest of his suit.
There wasn't much analysis to be had after that bout, so the next one was begun swiftly.
Sero and Kirishima were teamed up as the villains. Tokoyami and Asui as the heroes. The villains decided on a more cautious approach to the mission. Sero covered their base in a maze of tape traps and Kirishima would stand guard. However, Asui and Tokoyami had their own method that rendered the preparation advantage meaningless.
"I see!" Izuku exclaimed as he figured out what the heroes' plan was, seeing Asui leap through the tape traps and past a dazed Sero and knock out one of the lights.
"What is it, Midoriya?" Iida asked.
"They're stealing the home field advantage! Asui can bypass the tape but wouldn't be good in a two-on-one against Sero and Kirishima. But if she takes out the lights they're fighting Tokoyami in the dark!"
"Making it harder to keep track of him and his shadow, let alone Asui who can still manoeuvre through the traps," Iida concluded, nodding along.
In the end, neither hero was particularly fazed by the fortifications. Asui could move through them, Tokoyami's shadow quirk cut through them with its claws. The villains couldn't keep both at bay in low visibility. The match went to the heroes.
The next match was between the villains Momo and Mineta against the heroes Jirou and Kaminari. The preparations for the villain team were lacklustre. Momo created heavy steel barricades to block entrances to the lair. Mineta... did nothing but leer at his partner's costume.
"Doesn't he have a quirk that would be perfect for this?" Shoji asked, confused.
"Yeah, those ball things would be perfect for laying traps in dark hallways," Ashido agreed.
"What a waste," agreed Tsuyu.
When given the go-ahead to enter the building, Jirou took the initiative and used her earphone jacks to listen for vibrations and tell where the villains were. After getting a general location the two made their way upstairs finding the entrances to the target barricaded. However, Jirou had noticed something particular about battle building C. The windows on the outside had an extended sill. With much reluctance from Kaminari, he then shimmied his way around and into the main room of the fifth floor while Jirou kept up the pretence of trying to bust her way through a wall with sound blasts.
"Pretty ballsy," Kirishima praised on seeing it.
"But reckless," Iida added. "If Yaoyarozu and Mineta were real villains they'd just knock him out of the window on seeing him."
Lucky for the hero team, the villains were too focused on what appeared to be the only entrance and Jirou's attempt to make another one. In truth, she was making progress which only made the distraction better (and louder) as Kaminari crept up on the larger threat. Simply putting his hand on her shoulder, he dosed her with enough electricity to put her down for a while. Then put hands on the weapon before the diminutive Mineta could do anything about it.
The final match was Sato and Koda against Ashido and Aoyama. This match almost seemed a foregone conclusion by everyone present once Ashido once again showed the novel utilisation of her acid as high speed movement. Speed and ranged cover against power and limited indoor utility.
The heroes blitzed into the room and claimed the weapon before the villains could even mount a proper defense.
"And that's a wrap!" All Might boomed as the class regathered at the entrance of the testing facilities. "Everyone did super work and we didn't even have any major injuries! Excellent day of training all around!"
"It's good to hear some encouragement, sir," Tsuyu said with a raised hand, "Mister Aizawa was kind of a buzzkill."
"I'm happy to bring some positivity to my alma mater! Now, watch how a true hero makes an exit, LIKE HE'S GOT SOMEWHERE TO BE!"
As the students of Class 1-A watched their teacher dash through the exit tunnel leaving a dust cloud in his wake, they were once again left in awe. "Okay guys, that is a hero!" Kaminari gushed.
"Aww, I'll never be able to move that fast," complained Ojiro.
"I guess we should go get changed?" Izuku asked.
A keening whine came from Mina at that suggestion. "But this costume is so cool!" She blinked, before the teasing expression returned to her face as she struck a provocative pose. "Or was it hot?"
"Hokay!" Izuku exclaimed, strutting away with stiff movements. "I'm gonna go get changed now!"
"Hey, Midoriya," Tsuyu called after him, "didn't your powers work on Bakugou too?"
His exaggerated swinging limbs stopped in place, his head tilting with such strained movements it was like they could hear it creaking. In a flash he was turned to face them again waving his arms. "No! No! It's not like that! He's just hot–"
"Figures," Ochako muttered disappointedly, kicking her heels at the ground.
"-blooded!" Izuku finished. "Hot blooded! Not in that way like y–... ghrk!... I'm going now, bye~~~~!" he yelled behind him as he finally gave up and ran away.
"Oh, he's gonna be fun," Ashido chuckled malevolently.
-(-)-
"So all of the classes are taught by heroes! Math was taught by Snipe – he's the one with the gunslinger look? - and then we had English with Present Mic!"
"Oh, I love his radio show!"
"Yeah! And then there was lunch and you won't believe it, Lunch Rush runs the cafeteria!"
"Oh, wow! Super Mealtime is the best cooking show! I've gotten so many recipes and cooking tips from him! I'll bet the food was amazing!"
"I... Was a little starstruck so I didn't manage to eat much... But what I did have was really good! And then we had hero basic training and it was taught by All Might himself!"
"Oh my!"
"Yeah! And he came in like "I am here!" and powerwalking and stuff and tells us we're doing battle training on the first day!"
"Oh, that sounds scary!"
"Yeah... I mean Kacchan was really into it because he's Kacchan... But the entrance exam had that kind of thing so it wasn't so bad! Anyway, we got to wear our costumes and everything and had to fight in pairs against each other in a simulated mission!"
And so Izuku breathlessly told his Mom about hero training in breathless, exhaustive detail. All the times he said cool things and did cool things and how cool all the other students were.
But definitely not the parts where he utterly embarrassed himself. Those he somehow felt weren't worthy of mention.
"And then I pulled Uraraka towards me so she could catch the weapon and we won!"
Inko laughed at his enthusiasm but also let out a hint of a confused sigh. "Honestly, I'm glad you found out your quirk wasn't as limited as we thought but I have no idea where that part of it came from."
"Eheheh," Izuku laughed awkwardly, scratching his head, "Just lucky I guess."
"Honey, I'm so proud of you," Inko said with a watery smile, "You never stopped fighting to achieve your dream and you've already accomplished so much!"
Izuku squirmed slightly at the heartfelt words. "Thanks, Mom."
"Now, tell me more about Lunch Rush! What did he serve! Did you get a recipe?"
"Mom!"
-(-)-
The next day of school got some unwelcome interruptions. The media had gotten wind of All Might directly teaching at UA and had descended on the school like ravenous wolves. They began harassing students outside of the gates trying to get them to talk about their experiences. Izuku just waved awkwardly and scampered into the school grounds under the pressure. Ochako gave answers that showed she wasn't really interested in critiquing the hero's performance. Iida actually gave a very good answer in terms of answering the question but with how fast he was ignored it was clear those particular reporters weren't looking for articulate responses, but rather dirt.
Bakugou just told them to fuck off.
Thankfully, the campus security systems didn't allow anyone without permission on campus and locked it down as soon as they tried to press their luck. So the reporters were left wanting.
"Alright," Aizawa began as the class settled in. "I looked over the footage for yesterday's combat training. Bakugou, you're talented. Don't sulk like a child just because you lost. Everyone here is here because they're talented too. You're on a level playing field now so expect to lose sometimes."
The bomber grunted in frustration at the reminder but didn't seem to be dismissing the advice.
"Todoroki," the teacher continued. "You've got a lot of power, there's no questioning that. But remember overwhelming force isn't the way to solve all your problems. Don't rely on it."
"Yes sir," the two-colour haired boy answered dutifully.
"Mineta." The name called this time wasn't said in disinterest. It was commanding. "Your role in that exercise was practically made for your quirk. Yet you did nothing. Remember what we talked about."
The class pervert... The creepiest class pervert swallowed thickly at the reprimand.
The teacher's tone went back to his bored drawl. "Everyone else I won't go into detail. I don't doubt you all learned some of the things you need to work on in future. And if you did well that's no excuse to take it easy. Heroes that get lazy get retired one way or another. Now, the next thing we'll handle will determine your futures."
Apprehension filled the room.
"You need to decide on your class representative."
The relief that washed over the class at Aizawa simply being melodramatic again lasted only a moment before students began loudly campaigning for the position. Most students shouting how great they would be at it until Iida insisted that the best way to handle it would be to have a proper democratic election for the position. Aizawa gave his consent (by not caring as long as they picked someone quickly) and so votes were handed in and tabulated. Izuku got two votes, Momo got three.
"Thank you all. I will do my best to live up to your expectations," Yaoyorozu said standing in front of the class with Izuku stood awkwardly next to her.
At lunch, Iida was disappointed he didn't get the job as class representative but was supportive of Momo in the position, which only made sense since he had voted for her. He admitted her insight into his performance was impressive and her criticism gave him something to think about. After picking up on some hints, Izuku and Ochako then cajoled the bespectacled teen into talking about his family. He spoke at length about how they were all pro heroes and his brother was the massively successful hero Ingenium.
Obvious in hindsight, given his chosen "villain name".
There was an incident as apparently some of the news media had broken onto the campus grounds, causing an evacuation order to be given and panicking the students. Iida noticed the cause of the chaos and that there was no danger, so he made a spectacle of himself and told everyone to calm down. As the all clear was given, Izuku approached Iida. "Hey, Iida? I don't think you need to worry about whether you're ready to be a leader. And I don't think whether you get a classroom title is any indication either. You're already amazing."
"Well..." Iida said, at a loss for words for once at the heartfelt appraisal. "Thank you, Midoriya. I appreciate that."
-(-)-
Almost a week later, school had continued as normal and Izuku had gotten used to his class representative duties. Much like in any school they were pretty straightforward, even with the added wrinkle of hero training. Speaking of which, the entire day was to be taken up by that class.
"Today's class will focus on Rescue."
With a field trip, no less.
The bus ride to the facility they would be training at was fairly uneventful beyond some good-natured teasing between classmates. It surprised Izuku that the kid he had seen tear everyone apart was on the receiving end for once. It was a good kind of surprise. He hoped maybe somehow not being the best at everything would mellow the other boy out somehow. It was maybe a futile hope, but he could dream.
When they arrived at the facility it was quite a marvel to see. A mish-mash of different disaster environments all packed together into one giant building.
Of course, as usual, the real attention-getter was the one leading the class.
In a puffy white suit and face obscuring helmet, the ensemble giving the impression of a space suit, the Space Hero Thirteen got squeals and cheers of adoration on taking the stage. "Hello everyone! I'd like to welcome you all to this facility that I designed! Here you will find all kinds of disaster environments! A landslide, a windstorm, a fire, et cetera! I call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint! Or USJ!"
"So where's All Might?" Aizawa asked the other pro as he slouch-walked into the facility. "Doing some interview for the tabloids somewhere?"
"Actually he used up too much strength doing hero work this morning," Thirteen confided, holding up three fingers, only the two teachers and Izuku knowing the significance of the gesture. "He's resting up in the teacher's lounge."
"Just perfect," Aizawa grumbled. "All right, let's get started."
"Excellent! Now before we get started, I just want to say one thing... Or two. Maybe three? Or–"
"We get it," the class interrupted as one.
"I'm sure all of you know about my quirk, Black Hole. It allows me to suck up anything and turn it to dust."
"Of course!" the biggest hero fanboy present exclaimed, Ochako bouncing excitedly next to him. "You've used your power to save hundreds of people in all kinds of dangerous situations!"
"That's true," the space hero agreed, "but it's also true that my power could easily be used to kill." The last word seemed to drain the excitement of the students, stopping them cold. "In this world there are people everywhere with incredible powers that can be used for good or ill. They're stringently regulated. We often overlook how dangerous they can actually be. Please remember if you lose focus or make the wrong move, your powers can be deadly. Because of Mister Aizawa's fitness test, you know the limits of your powers' potential. And in All Might's combat training you learned how dangerous they can be when used against other people. Bring those lessons with you into this class as you learn how to save people's lives. After all, that's what being a hero is about. Ensuring the safety of others."
There was an air of determination surrounding the students as they listened to Thirteen's impassioned speech. But even so, discomfort sat inside one of them.
Izuku couldn't help but remember the very first time he used Heat-Sink in concert with One for All. The surge of power flowing through him unlike anything else, and the end result of almost taking his own head off, covered in burning logs. His power could be used to kill indeed. One wrong move was all it took. He couldn't imagine what would have happened if he used the physical aspect of the power.
And that was the other problem. He would have to imagine it. Because he didn't know. Aside from that one time where he nearly killed himself, he had never once been able to use his full power. Any time it crossed his mind a wave of panic would dismiss it just as quickly. But because of that, Izuku didn't actually know the limits of his powers. He knew what he was capable of when he only dipped a finger into it, a little more than that and he would injure himself. All Might had once warned him that if he wasn't strong enough, One for All would cause his body to rupture just from overloading with power.
Izuku was left to wonder if even now, after all of that training, after all he'd accomplished, if he still wasn't ready to really use the power he was given.
"That's all I had to say. Thank you for listening," Thirteen finished, sketching an elaborate, western style bow and receiving applause for their efforts.
"Great, now that that's over we–" Aizawa began before a thrumming electrical sound passed through the entire facility. Sparks could be seen leaping across the lights in the upper frame of the dome and the fountain in the main plaza at the centre seemed to stutter in its operation. There, down the long staircase from the UA students and faculty, a dark portal yawned into existence. As it grew, its shape seemed to distort and grow before taking on the vague shape of a person, eyes glowing in the darkness of its form.
The portal continued to spread, and from it appeared first a hand, then a face, covered by another disembodied hand.
"Thirteen, protect the students!" Aizawa shouted on seeing the strange man with dozens of hands grasping onto his body.
"What is that thing?" Kirishima asked, recoiling from the display in the plaza.
And as he spoke, more forms emerged. Two more. Five more. They kept coming, these people with unusual features, likely from quirks that had distorted their otherwise human forms.
"Has the training started already?" Kirishima asked.
"Stay back!" Aizawa barked as he saw Izuku was moving forward to get a closer look. He lowered his goggles over his eyes. "This is real. Those are villains!"
"I see heroes there but All Might is not among them. The schedule that we stole indicated he would be here," a deep, warbling voice spoke, most likely coming from the dark figure. "Perplexing."
"So you snuck onto campus with the press as a cover!" Aizawa shouted back.
He didn't get a response from the villains. It seemed the time for talking was done as Aizawa pulled at his scarf, the fabric seeming to float of its own will.
"Wait, how did they even get in here? Isn't this a secure facility?" Kirishima asked.
"Yeah! Thirteen, why aren't the alarms going off?" Momo said, adding her own question.
"If the alarms aren't being triggered, one of these villains must have a quirk that's hiding their presence," suggested the usually quiet Todoroki. "Moreover, they attacked this remote facility during a class. They must have some objective if they planned this out so thoroughly but what is it?"
Izuku was taken by surprise by the usually taciturn boy's keen insight. But Aizawa took it in stride. "Thirteen, get the students out and alert the main campus, Kaminari, try using your quirk to contact the school."
"Ah, yes sir!" Kaminari obeyed, putting a hand up to his earpiece to try and get a signal through.
"Wait, what are you going to do?" Izuku spoke up out of worry. "Are you planning to take all of them on by yourself?!"
"That's right," Aizawa answered. "Thirteen, I'll leave them to you." And with that, the Class 1-A homeroom teacher leapt down the staircase into the waiting mass of dozens of villains.
The endlessly grumpy and disinterested teach seemed to have vanished. He was like an entirely different person as he rushed a group of villains that seemed ready to intercept him, their quirks suddenly not functioning before they were constricted in Aizawa's scarf and tossed aside.
"Oh man, he's Eraserhead?!" Izuku exclaimed, suddenly realising who his homeroom teacher had been the entire time. And despite what Izuku knew about the hero, despite what his expert fanboy analysis told him about Eraserhead's limitations, the pro was taking on groups of villains at a time and taking them apart.
"This is no time to be analysing!" Izuku turned and saw Iida staring at him as the rest of the class ran on. "We have to go!"
"Right!"
"There is no escape for you!" Forming in front of them was once again the man made of dark mist. "It's a pleasure to meet you. We are the League of Villains. I know it's impolite but we invited ourselves into this haven of justice to say 'hello'. And besides, isn't this a fitting place for All Might, the symbol of peace, to take his last breath?" The form seemed to look around him for the man himself. "I believe he was supposed to be here today and yet I see no sign of him. Was there some sort of change in plans? Ahh, in the end I suppose it doesn't matter. "
The caps on the fingers of Thirteen's suit opened as they pointed at the mist villain. But before they could do anything, the were interrupted as Bakugou and Kirishima rushed the villain and attacked him directly with an explosion and a rocky fist.
But as the smoke cleared from the blast, "You should be more careful, children. Or someone might get hurt."
"You two! Get out of the way!" Thirteen shouted.
Dark tendrils flowed from out of the mist, "I'll scatter you across this facility to meet my comrades and your death!"
The tendrils spread out into the crowd of students before sweeping outward and surrounding them, gathering together into an ever shrinking dome of blinding, rushing, choking mist.
And as Izuku came out the other side of it he found himself tossed into a simulated rock-face.
Well, simulated for where it was. The rock-face was very real, as was the pain he felt when he landed on it.
"Midoriya! Jirou!" he heard.
"Yaoyarozu?" he asked, placing the voice.
"Get up! We're in trouble!"
As Izuku got his bearings he felt compelled to agree. The three of them were split up, Jirou was still getting to her feet and Momo was already having to defend herself from the small army of villains that had been waiting here for them.
-(-)-
A/N: Bit of a recapter (that's a recap-chapter, I like portmanteau). But that happens when not much changes. Went into a bit more detail on the battle scenarios since canon didn't. I was surprised at Mineta's bit for that when I went back to look at it. His power really was perfect for it and it was a section about showing off the class' powers. But he did nothing. Sad face.
Also. The teasing. Oh man, the teasing was fun to write.
You may note I didn't include the scene with Izuku and Bakugou. That was intentional. I'm not fully skipping scenes anymore. If a scene isn't here, that means it didn't happen. Izuku isn't latched on to Bakugou in this version and actually feels like he's hot shit right now (pardon the pun), so feels entirely justified in letting his victory be the entirety of his statement of intent.
Class rep goes to Momo. Iida's assumption about Izuku's analysis of the entrance exam is corrected immediately so he's under no false impressions there. So he instead votes for Momo and so Momo gets the job with Izuku as deputy. And because Izuku didn't get that job under what he felt were false pretences, he keeps it.
Then the recapter continues. USJ, villain attack, yada yada, but what's this? Mountains? Not a lake? Is some shenanigans going on here? Or does the author just not feel like re-writing an entire section of canon with minimal changes like he did for the beginning of this arc?
Hm. Probably the latter.
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