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Every instinct in Izuku's body told him to run, so One for All sparked across his body, and ten percent flooded his veins with adrenaline. The sheer pressure of All Might's overbearing glare sent shocks of fear up his spine.

Izuku leapt backward, putting twenty feet between them, but it felt like he was still just dancing in the palm of the pro's hands.

'This aura, why does he remind me of the Hero Killer?'

Kacchan grinned at the number one hero, his fingers twitching and the red welts on his face from Izuku's punches contorting his smile.

All Might charged forward, and Izuku could only think of running, "Kacchan, we can't fight him head-on! Let's retreat and come up with a plan so—"

"Fuck that! I ain't gonna use your dirty bitch tactics. I'm fighting… HEAD ON!" Kacchan leapt at All Might, his hands sparked, and a sudden flash of brilliant light illuminated the pro's surprised face, "Flash Grenade!"

But even with the sudden intense light, All Might's hand clamped around Kacchan's face and hoisted the boy into the air.

Kacchan's gauntleted hand came up instantly, "Ah waz eshpectin dis."

"What the—" All Might's was cut off as a host of explosions covered his face and blasted his chest, but through the assault, his hand barreled through and gripped Kacchan's right arm. He forcefully pointed the appendage away and then slammed the boy into the ground with the hand that still gripped his face, "that's enough of that."

Izuku shook as All Might stood from Kacchan's gasping form on the ground and turned his gaze on him, "Now what, young Midoriya? Gonna run and leave your teammate?"

Izuku jerked, the memory of the Hero Killer watching him and Himiko after they had just arrived to help Iida surfaced, "so, what now?'

Again, that same feeling that Stain had elicited rose to Izuku's awareness. It was that same feeling you got when something excited or frightened you, like a tingle that went up your entire body and made your hair stand on end.

Izuku grinned, 'This is just what I wanted!'

He let One for All fill him again and ran right at All Might. He could see the slight way the man's eyebrow twitched that the pro hadn't been expecting Izuku's speed, 'he must not have figured out I can handle a bit more of One for All. I need to use this surprise to my advantage!'

Izuku slid between All Might's tree trunk legs and leapt up to land a blow to the back of his head when an explosion sent him tumbling away.

"God damnit, Deku! Get the fuck out of the way!"

Kacchan seemed to have picked up on All Might's momentary hesitance and tried to land his own blow. It was just bad luck that he and Kacchan had had the same idea.

Izuku turned an angry snarl on the other boy, "fuck off! If you're gonna make this difficult anyway, I might as well get to fight without you getting in my way!"

"What the fuck did you say to me, Deku?! I'm not in the way; you're the one jumping around like an asshole blocking my attac—"

All Might slammed a fist into Kacchan's stomach. The force carried him off of his feet and sprayed a torrent of vomit from his mouth.

"You know, sitting around and cursing at each other is… quite the strategy, if you want me to make you both lose your dinner, that is."

All Might was behind Izuku in a blur of motion, slamming a kick into his back. The force of the blow felt equivalent or maybe even a bit stronger than one of Kacchan's stronger blasts. Izuku tumbled down the street and slammed into Kacchan.

They both lay there, Kacchan gasping for air on the ground and Izuku groaning in pain as his legs spasmed at the pain in his spine.

All Might strolled toward the heap they had become and cocked his head thoughtfully, "You're both quite angry at one another. Might I suggest a few team-building exercises after you've failed this test?"

"Are you just gonna lay here and lose 'cause you hate me, Kacchan? I hate it just as much as you, but I'm clear-headed enough to admit we need each other to pass this test." Izuku hissed in the other boy's ear as he tried to push himself up onto his hands and knees.

"I'd rather fucking lose, Deku." Kacchan glared up at him, his mouth splattered with vomit and his eyes bloodshot.

Izuku slammed his head into the other boy's forehead and stood shakily to his feet as he glared down at him, "You'd rather lose?! That doesn't sound like you. I thought you hated losing more than anything else… but I guess I was wrong."

'That should piss him off enough to get moving.'

Izuku stepped away from Kacchan. He pressed his hand into his back and bent backward, trying to relieve the tension.

"That was quite harsh, young Midoriya. But I suppose you don't have much of a choice, given the situation." All Might crossed his arms over his chest, "Although I don't know if it got the desired effect."

All Might pointed behind Izuku, and when he looked back, all he could see was a fist.

Izuku's head snapped back, but before he could fall backward, Kacchan had gripped the straps of his armor and brought him back up so he could headbutt Izuku.

"I don't give a fuck what you've ever thought of me, Deku! I don't care if you think I would rather put up with your ass than lose! I ain't falling for a fucking trick like that, you little waste of space hero-wannabe bitch!"

His palm slammed into Izuku's stomach, and he was sent flying back into the wreckage of a destroyed building by another powerful explosion.

Izuku tried to regain his bearings, but his ears wouldn't stop ringing, and the intense ache in his back made him groan in pain. So he just lay in the wreckage he'd been thrown into and listened as Kacchan cursed at All Might and tried to put up what was most definitely a pitiful fight.

'Serves him right, the asshole. I was trying to get him motivated, but no. He has to act like himself.' Izuku groaned again as he hoisted himself up onto his shaky legs.

He had been thrown through a broken window and landed inside a barren building whose walls looked seconds away from collapse because of All Might's opening attack. Through the window, Izuku could see Kacchan flitting around All Might's, his hands extended, and explosions, one after the other, were popping off in rapid succession.

'That won't work. He would need at least all of the stored-up sweat in his gauntlets to even mildly injure All Might, and even then, it would take a lot of those blasts to put the number one hero out of commission.'

Izuku sighed, 'screw this.'

Izuku left Kacchan to his losing battle and just went to the exit gate they had come through. It wasn't a particularly nice thing to do, but neither had been Kacchan throwing him through a building. This would make them even in his book, although he knew Kacchan would say they were far from even.

He came out of the building into a destroyed back alley. One for All filled him, and Izuku took off at full speed with the ten percent he could wield. The sound of battle continued as Izuku took to the rooftops and hurried toward the gate in the distance.

He tried to listen for the explosions as he got closer and closer to his goal, but after another minute of skimming the rooftops, he suddenly couldn't hear the noise anymore.

"That was quite cruel, young Midoriya." All Might's voice was right next to his ear.

Izuku spun as quickly as he could, but something slammed into his side, and he was sent tumbling to another rooftop across from where he had been about to land. He landed in a heap on the roof and locked down to see what All Might had hit him with.

It was Kacchan.

He was bruised and panting, his eyes half-lidded and in pain, "fug… you… Degu."

He could barely speak, and his arms shook as he tried and failed to hoist himself to his feet.

Izuku shoved him off and let the boy fall painfully onto his side with a grunt, "I told you this would happen if we didn't run or work together, but no, you just hate me so much, don't you?"

Kacchan weakly raised himself with his trembling arms; his mask was tattered and barely hanging on. "You… always makin fun… of me, Deku."

Izuku grit his teeth and grabbed the other boy by the straps of his costume, getting right up in his face, "How many times do I have to say it before you fucking listen?! I. Don't. Care. Enough. About. You. To. Make. Fun. Of. You! I get it; I must have done something that pissed you off so much that you thought I considered you weak or beneath me somehow. Well, you know what? You actually did that to me. All our lives! Hell, you've considered everyone beneath you except for All Might, who you saw as more of a rival for yourself in the future. And how is that going, by the way? Cause it doesn't look like that's going very well for you. And he's holding back. So why don't you just put your pride aside and work with me?"

Kacchan glared from his position on the ground, "fuck you, Deku."

Izuku could feel the rage bubbling up again. His bones felt like they would melt under the intense and hateful heat, and he balled his hands into fists as he glowered down at Kacchan, "you really are pathetic."

Izuku turned away from the boy, not giving him another glance, but he knew that Kacchan wasn't the sort to take that insult lying down. So, while he approached All Might, who had been watching their exchange quietly, he used the pro's facial reactions to gauge how close the other boy was.

All Might's smile tightened, his brow furrowed, and his hand twitched up slightly as if he wanted to warn Izuku, 'Now!'

Izuku turned back toward Kacchan and narrowly managed to angle his head away from the big left hook he had aimed at Izuku's head. Izuku grabbed the boy's arm, slammed him into the ground with a shoulder throw, and threw a kick into the boy's jaw, sending him into unconsciousness.

"You really are too much trouble, Kacchan," Izuku stooped down to tug the boy's wrist gauntlets off and put them on himself. The morbid thought that he was looting a person who was supposed to be his ally made Izuku chuckle mirthlessly, "but at least you were able to help in some way."

"Young Midoriya," All Might frowned down at Kacchan, and his voice was a mix between worry and warning, "that wasn't very—"

Izuku turned to the pro, his anger still at a fever pitch that he couldn't entirely control, "what? It wasn't very heroic? I know, but… Kacchan was a hindrance, and on a real battlefield, it's better to get rid of allies who won't cooperate effectively before they get you or themselves killed. He's attacked me from behind twice and once unprovoked at the start. Simply put, I can't trust him; quite frankly, he can't trust me. So this is better for both of us."

All Might grimaced at Kacchan's unconscious form, his brow furrowed, and his shoulders tensed. But in the end, he nodded, "I can understand your logic, but that doesn't exactly make what you've done any better."

Izuku let One for All spark to life and cover him in its radiant energy. He grabbed Kacchan by the straps of his costume and dragged him as Izuku circled All Might.

"What? Gonna throw him at me? I suppose that would be a bit of payback for when I did it to yo—"

Izuku slung Kacchan over his shoulder with one smooth toss, held his free hand up with one of Kacchan's gauntlets pointed at all might, and then, at the same time, he jumped into the air and pulled the firing pin.

*BOOM*

The first part of his plan had gone rather well, even if it had been improvised. He had successfully secured Kacchan's gauntlets. Truthfully, he had wanted to get them through the other boy's cooperation, but he slowly started realizing as the exam continued that that would never happen. So he had to get them… another way.

The blast was nearly point-blank in All Might's face, but Izuku did not think it would stall the hero for long. That was why he had jumped just before firing.

The blast had carried them more than halfway to the exit gate, and without Kacchan flailing or fighting him the entire way, it seemed that the plan would go rather well.

Izuku discarded the spent gauntlet. It would only be deadweight, and He had enough of that resting on his shoulders.

Honestly, he wouldn't have bothered with the boy if he could treat this exam like a test, but even All Might had warned them against that. So, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, Izuku knew he would never leave a teammate behind during a battle, even if it was Kacchan.

Izuku let out a breath as they reached the furthest point the boosted jump would take them. He would need to figure out how to land, and even if he himself landed unscathed, his shoulder would probably bruise Kacchan's stomach when the impact was distributed.

'Who cares? He attacked me from behind twice, and that cheap shot at the beginning really pissed me off.'

Izuku landed on the ground at the epicenter of where All Might's attack had ended. The level of destruction was insane and really gave him an idea of just how bad it could be for a person with such a powerful quirk to just go wild. Just the thought of how many people one attack like this could harm or kill made Izuku shudder.

'And I have this power inside of me.'

Izuku pressed his lips together into a thin line at the thought, but he couldn't stop for long. The sound of All Might ripping through the city toward them made Izuku take off at a hard sprint.

With the aid of One for All, Izuku was able to carry Kacchan effortlessly. The exit gate in the distance grew closer and closer by the second. He gasped for air as he felt the ache all throughout his body. Those hits to the back really hindered him, and he could feel it. But the goal was so close.

Sixty yards, forty, twenty, five.

All Might slammed into the ground between Izuku and the goal. His huge booted feet cracked the earth beneath him, and his glowing eyes stared hard down at Izuku.

"That was rather clever, young Midoriya. But I'm afraid this is as far as you go."

'Great, now I've got to go through with the other part of my plan. Kacchan is really gonna be pissed off if he finds out about this. Who am I kidding? He's gonna be pissed I knocked him out and basically robbed him.'

Izuku pointed the remaining gauntlet at All Might and hooked his finger around the firing pin.

"I won't let you!" All Might blurred forward, his massive hand coming down to smash the gauntlet.

Izuku grinned, "Thanks for falling for that, All Might!"

His hand shot down, and Izuku braced himself for the force that was about to come.

*BOOM*

Izuku shot up with the force of the explosion, but just as he thought he was clear of All Might, the pro's hand closed around his ankle.

"That was unexpected, but going straight up won't help you much in this situation," All Might's other hand gripped Izuku's other ankle.

"I know, but now I have a clear view without you in the way!" Izuku twisted as far as he could, with All Might restricting his movements, "I bet he'll be pissed off, but this is the most teamwork I think we can handle right now."

Izuku gripped Kacchan's sides and threw him as hard as he could… right at the exit gate.

All Might gapped at Kacchan's unconscious body as he rapidly approached the escape gate, "what the—"

While All Might was distracted, Izuku drew out the handcuffs he'd stored in his utility belt.

Izuku knew firsthand how fast All Might could move, so for good measure, he tensed his core muscles as hard as he could, reached down and gripped All Might's wrists, and spun in the air as quickly as he could.

Gran Torino's training had gotten him used to quick, sudden movements, but as he spun faster and faster, he could feel his brain starting to rattle in his skull. Through the intense spin, he caught glimpses of the ground growing closer and closer until finally, "SMAAAAAAASH!"

Izuku slammed All Might into the ground back first, and as he did, he used the leverage his grip on the pro's arm had created to throw himself away so that a minimal amount of the force from the impact would hurt him.

He still tumbled away into a headlong roll, but it definitely hurt less than the slam into the ground had All Might.

In the distance, Izuku could see the escape gate's lights blinking and flashing. The voice of Recovery Girl called over the loudspeakers, "Katsuki Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya have passed!"

All Might sat up and shook his head, "Both? But it was only young Bakugou who passed through th—"

Looking down, All Might caught sight of the handcuffs that had been placed around his wrists sometime during that last move Izuku had initiated.

Izuku let his head fall back into the dirt, closing his tired eyes, "My back hurts. I hope Himiko is doing better than me."

At the same time as Izuku and Katsuki's test

Himiko figured that the point of this test was to see how she would do against the same opponent she had faced during her combat assessment months ago. But honestly, it felt a bit mean giving her a teammate to face an opponent she was fairly certain she could beat on her own.

Himiko turned to the other boy and looked him over. He was relatively thin for a hero candidate, but then again, her Izu hadn't been as muscular as he was now. The boy had what looked like a giant orange tape dispenser on his head and shoulders, and the costume he wore was strangely black and white. Weirdly enough, it didn't clash terribly with the orange accents.

"What does your quirk do…" Himiko trailed off, realizing she had no idea what the boy's name was.

"I'm Sero, and my quirk is tape. I shoot sturdy tape from these dispensers on my elbows. It can support my weight so I can use it for movement, or it can be used to restrict or capture enemies. What about you?"

Himiko reached back and pulled a vial of Izu's blood from the holsters around the back of her waist, "I can turn into people whose blood I ingest. The more blood I take in, the longer I can turn into them. It doesn't let me use their quirks, though."

Sero seemed to pale at that, "uh, whose blood is that?"

Himiko shook the vial happily and licked her lips as the crimson liquid swirled inside, "the only blood I like, Izu's."

Sero grimaced and scratched the back of his head, "maybe we could do something with that, but I can't think how our quirks could possibly be used effectively together. Especially in a place like this."

The boy hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the jutting rocky spires that their testing stage was made of.

"I've fought Midnight before," Sero looked at her incredulously, "I had to for my combat assessment before they would enroll me. Her quirk lets her expel some kind of gas. I never inhaled any of it, but it probably doesn't do anything good."

"I could probably tape our mouths shut, but we should probably save that maneuver for when we've actually found her." Sero absently scratched at his chin and looked down at his elbows.

Himiko shrugged as Recovery Girl called over the loudspeaker, signaling the start of the test, "I can hold my breath for a pretty long time; it's a big part of the training I did to erase my presence. I know that usually, the thicker the gas is in an area, it most likely means that is where the quirk user is. First, we should use one of these little mountains around us to see where she's at because, most likely, she'll already have her quirk active."

Sero nodded, "I'll handle recon; I can get up to a vantage point a lot quicker."

The boy shot a strip of tape up at the peak of one of the mountains and reeled himself in. Himiko whistled, "That's handy."

Himiko drew out a pair of throwing knives and made stock of her supplies. She had three vials of Izuku's blood, but she also had some that she could still draw upon from yesterday.

The thought made Himiko shudder in excitement. Izu had been letting her take more blood than usual, and the way he squirmed really drove her crazy, 'I want to celebrate with Izu after we pass this test. Maybe we could even try something… new.'

Her wide-fanged grin spread further across her face, and she put both of her hands against her cheeks, trying and failing to cool the intense blush that formed.

"Hey, Toga! It looks like Midnight is waiting… right… by the… entrance–" Sero trailed off as he returned from his scouting and saw the state the girl was in. "Uh, are you okay?"

Himiko could tell her smile was unnerving the boy, but she couldn't care enough to wipe the expression off of her face, "I'm fine, just thinking about something. Lead the way."

They trudged through the mountainous region, passing a few sparse buildings that looked to be half crumbling.

Himiko looked through a window into one of the buildings and saw that the interior was just as dilapidated as the exterior, 'I wonder what this test area is meant to simulate? When villains attack in the mountains?'

"So, Midnight is just waiting up by the entrance?" Himiko asked, unconvinced that the woman would take her lightly a second time.

Sero nodded, his visor down and his face partially obscured. "Yeah, at least that's what it looked like. There was a huge cloud of pink mist right by the gate, and it looked like the center was right in front of it."

Himiko didn't like this one bit. If the woman planned not to lose to Himiko like she had before, then she shouldn't be sitting still like last time. But then Himiko figured the woman may have learned her lesson when they caught sight of where she had set her quirk up.

It was a huge open area dotted with a few small rock formations. The area gave the teacher a good view without any blind spots immediately near her. Himiko's stealth would be useless once there was nowhere to hide, and she couldn't just rush in and attack like she had during her assessment. Back then, she'd had ample cover and plenty of blind spots to exploit.

"This is bad," Himiko whispered to the other boy, her voice low, and her eyes narrowed as she observed the woman's silhouette through the most. "There's no cover close enough for a sneak attack, and neither of us are particularly heavy hitters, so knocking her out before her quirk affects us is out."

Sero looked over the edge of the rock and squinted his eyes to find where their teacher was hiding in the mist. After a second, he seemed to catch sight of her. "What should we do then?"

"That's a good question. What are you two going to do?"

Himiko and Sero jumped at the older woman's voice. She had snuck up on them somehow.

The hero trainees jumped over the rock they'd been using for cover and looked at the silhouette she'd seen through the mist.

"Is that a blow-up doll?!" Himiko looked at the figure through the slowly dissipating mist incredulously, "What the fu—"

Midnight's whip cracked between Himiko and Sero. "I always carry a few easy-to-blow-up ones on hand for distractions just like this."

The mist behind them was slowly dispersing, but Himiko knew better than to assume some of the lingering particles couldn't somehow affect them. "Sero! Don't breath in even a little bit of that gas. We don't know how effective it'll be."

The boy didn't say anything. He just nodded.

"That's rather smart of you. When faced with an opponent with an obscure quirk whose effects you can only guess at its best to avoid it altogether. However—" Midnight walked forward, pulling her whip taught in both hands, and then she tore a piece of her costume away, exposing a patch of skin. The pink mist burst out from the tear, creeping forward and sandwiching the pair between the new cloud and the slowly dissipating one, "what will you do when you have to face your opponent's quirk head-on?"

Himiko looked between the clouds of mist and made a quick decision, "Run through the thinner mist, and hold your breath while you do!"

The pair promptly turned on their heels and ran through the nearly dispersed cloud. Luckily, the exit gate was on the other side, so they wouldn't need to go far, but that was easier said than done. A whip came down and wrapped around Sero's leg, pulling the boy off his feet and down into the heavy vapor that clung longer to the ground.

Himiko threw one knife into the ground by Sero and sent a training knife toward Midnight.

Sero took the knife and immediately cut the whip around his ankle off, while the one she had thrown toward their teacher passed through the mist and hit nothing but air.

'She moved, but whe–'

As Sero was climbing back to his feet, Himiko caught sight of Midnight's rushing shape and headed right toward Sero through the slowly thickening mist around them.

"Sero! Behind you!" Himiko clamped a hand around her mouth and readied another knife to throw. But Midnight had chosen a much better angle to run at than Himiko had thought; Sero's body blocked her from throwing a knife right at their opponent.

Himiko circled to the right, but she would be too late. The boy had turned instinctively at Himiko's shout, and Midnight was right in his face.

"My, my, Sero. A bit slow, aren't you? You're letting your teammate do all the work." Midnight gently grabbed the boy's face, making him freeze.

She reached down and pinched a bit of her skintight costume around her cleavage with her index and middle finger, but before she could do whatever she was going to do, Himiko had managed to circle just far enough to get a good sight line.

A training knife narrowly passed between the pro and the hero trainee, and Sero was allowed a moment of respite as he retreated toward Himiko.

Thankfully, he wasn't stupid enough to put his back to their opponent, but with how slow he was moving, he would use up all his oxygen and just be overtaken by the slowly growing cloud of mist.

'No choice.' Himiko took a deep breath. Since she was at the furthest point from the pair, she was able to get two greedy lungfuls of clean air in before she dove toward them. 'We can't escape her at this rate, which means we'll have to capture her.'

Himiko drew two throwing knives from her leg holster and quickly threw them. One when she was ten feet away, and the other when she was right on top of the woman.

The first knife had been easily dodged, but the second was too close to evade completely. It had grazed the woman's side, and Himiko was sure that the wound would have been rather hindering in a real fight.

Himiko drew two combat knives and got to work. This close to a person, she was at an extreme advantage, and knowing that the woman's quirk at least required her to breath it in would nearly even the playing field.

"You're going to fight while slowly suffocating? That's rather insulting." Midnight dodged to the side as Himiko's knife thrust into the space her ribs had been.

A hand wrapped around Himiko's, and when the woman's other hand came down to push into Himiko's shoulder, she knew what was coming.

Himiko's body twirled, following the older woman's hold on her arm, putting the pro off balance. She circled the woman and broke the grip she had on Himiko's wrist, following up with a sweep of the legs.

Midnight was sent to the ground, but before Himiko could use the knife in her off hand to stab down, she rolled away and managed to take hold of the whip she'd discarded. The whip came up and narrowly missed cracking Himiko across the chest.

It seemed Midnight had forgotten Sero had cut the whip to get free.

"Toga!" Sero's tape wrapped around her waist and yanked her back just as another crack of the whip passed where she would have been.

Himiko spun up and out of the cloud. Her mouth shot open, not missing an opportunity to take a greedy lungful of air in, but when she came back down, she saw Sero on the ground, unconscious.

'Just from that little bit of air he took in?'

Midnight sauntered over to the boy and put her heeled foot on his peacefully rising and falling chest. It looked like he was asleep. "That's one down, one to go. It might not be as effective, but don't worry, dear; my quirk goes both ways.

'Well, I guess I don't have any other choice.'

Himiko crouched low to the ground, letting her senses sharpen as her quirk's feral nature took hold. She could see the woman's chest heaving slightly, beads of sweat pouring lightly down her face, and the way her hand trembled lightly as she held her whip.

'She's getting tired,' Himiko's feral grin split her face.

She shot forward, drawing four knives this time, two in each hand. Two were thrown in rapid succession to box the woman in, and it got the desired effect as Midnight narrowly dodged them, having to stay in one spot while they passed her left ear and the right side of her throat. The following two were thrown at the hero's legs and forced her to jump.

'Now!'

Himiko darted forward, her body still close to the ground.

Midnight's whip came down in a blur, but instead of flinching back, Himiko held her forearms up to intercept it so that it would circle around them. She yanked the woman down, using her firm grip on the weapon to her advantage, and as Midnight came down, Himiko snaked around her body so that she was behind the woman.

Her hands worked fast to circle the whip around the pro's neck, and as they settled on the ground, Himiko positioned her fangs at the woman's throat.

Neither of them breathed in or out, and all that Himiko could hear was the melodic rush of the other woman's blood in her veins. Her carotid artery was so tantalizingly close, and the thought of sinking her teeth in was almost too much to bear.

'Izu will give me blood later. Izu will give me blood later. Izu will give me blood later.'

Midnight's arms came up slowly, and she barely managed to croak out through the tight hold Himiko still had on her throat with her own whip, "I surrender."

That snapped Himiko out of her daze, and she slowly untangled herself from around the woman. It still felt awful that she had to rely on the baser nature of her quirk to win in situations like these, but all she cared about was being able to enjoy the training camp with Izu.

"Sorry," Himiko mumbled as she stared down at her feet in shame.

Midnight's firm but soft hand landed on Himiko's shoulder, and she gave the girl a huge lecherous grin. "Don't worry; I like being choked!"

Himiko cringed as Recovery Girl's voice called over the speakers, "Toga and Sero's team have passed the test!"

A/N: Welp, this is the end of the Practical Exam arc! I figured there was no reason to cover the other fights since I figured they would go the same as canon.

Now we can move on to the training camp arc!!! But I suppose we'll need that scene in the mall before the camp, won't we?

I hope you enjoyed reading this chapter!!!