Obi Wan didn't need Lunch Rush pressing the button on his collar to know that he had been found out by Bakugo. The Force whispered as much to him and he smirked at Inasa as he suddenly began to double the fierceness of his attacks.

'Nedzu and I wondered who would be the first group to realize that there was another hidden part of this test. While Bakugo might be the first to find our hidden factor I would wager that several others have already determined there is more to this exam than I stated. Such as Midoriya and possibly Ahsoka.'

Anakin would huff and puff at him not being 100% sure Ahsoka would figure out that Obi Wan was being tricky but the problem was that Ahsoka tended to be like her master. Oh, both could be sneaky and devious but it wasn't their natural default. The two of them preferred to tackle things head on. But Obi Wan? He was the sneak.

The day he had joined the Council Ki-Adi had jokingly bemoaned his being there, stating that it was going to cause him all sorts of headaches. Obi Wan had been confused by that until Mace had pulled him aside and explained that the Council was well aware of Obi Wan and the many things he did to amuse himself.

"Yoda has a nickname for you," Mace had stated.

"He does?"

"Yeah." He'd paused for dramatic effect. "The Little Shit."

Obi Wan had merely smirked and stated he rather liked the name.

Those in his age group could attest that the most dangerous thing in the universe was Obi Wan when he was bored. A bored Obi Wan got creative. Anakin had never quite understood why everyone hurried away when they meditated and Obi Wan had never bothered to inform his padawan that it was because they knew that Obi Wan spent half his time thinking up crazy little plans just to see what would happen if he activated them. Much like Anakin cobbling together some gears and wire and wondering what would happen when the power source was activated, Obi Wan would set up little things just to see what ramifications would occur.

For example, after a long and difficult campaign early on in the war Obi Wan had gotten Cody to get him into the Quartermaster Database. Then he had quietly altered it so that every time a Jedi ordered new undergarments they were a size too small. He had then separately made some comments about the quality of food at the temple, and finally he may… MAY… have suggested that Mace's people preferred 'thicker women'.

The image of Aalya chasing after a startled Mace, screaming about him trying to bloat her up like a Hutt, would warm his thoughts for years to come.

Honestly, Obi Wan had set up so many little things in the Temple and on Coruscant that he couldn't even remember them all. Many had panned out well but others hadn't done anything at all… just bubbling and waiting, never activating.

~MC~MC~MC~

Darth Sidious spat the wine out in frustration.

It didn't matter how many different people he gave it to sample, they all said that it tasted perfectly fine! Wonderful even!

So why by the Dark Side did he, and only he, come to taste Rancor Ball Sweat when he tried to take a sip of what had once been his favorite wine!?

(On a side note, the crate of pranked toothpaste that Obi Wan had once quietly ordered and then secretly spent one night hiding amongst the rest of the Senate's personal hygiene supplies had finally been unboxed and passed out)

~MC~MC~MC~

The point was that Obi Wan was a little shit. So he naturally couldn't help himself from being sneaky.

That didn't mean he didn't also use those natural impulses to try and teach people lessons. The Jedi that were at the temple shouldn't complain about the food when those out in the field lived off rations. The council really should be getting the Jedi and the Clones better clothing for the harsh environments. Mace needed to accept that he was a chubby chaser as it would make him much more pleasant to be around. That sort of thing.

'The same for this,' Obi Wan thought as he battled with Inasa, the two trading strikes and kicks in the middle of a hurricane. He'd have to look over what property damage the boy was causing and deduct that from his final score but he was also impressed that he was managing to continue on with his attack while also fighting hand to hand. It showed great control over his quirk. 'I am teaching them that nothing is as it seems and they can't rely on the reports they are given about a situation.'

How many times had he and Qui Gon been told that something was a routine mission only for it to turn out that it wasn't. After all, his last Padawan Mission had been meant to be playing the roles of mediators during negotiations between the Trade Federation and Naboo. Sitting at a table, keeping the insults to a minimum, getting the Trade Federation to agree to not starve the Nubian People since you can't get blood from a stone while also making it clear to the Naboo that they did have to pay their fees to the Trade Federation and no, pretty silk scarfs didn't count.

(That was something Padme and Palpatine were always very loathed to admit. They liked to portray themselves as innocent victims of the blockade, that they had been chosen at random. The truth was the Naboo people had a bad habit of not paying off their debts and when the bill came due trying to find some way to postpone and delay and deflect. With the Trade Federation the Nubian Government under Padme's predecessor had purchased a fleet of deep water transport ships to help move product along the planet and then tried to pay off the debt with, of all things, a poem. It wasn't even that good of a poem. Padme herself had to be reminded even now by Anakin that no, she wasn't allowed to open a tab when they went out for drinks because she'd never pay it off and everything had to come out of pocket. Honestly it made Obi Wan wonder if the Republic wouldn't be in for another war once the Separatists were defeated and Palpatine tried to pay for their ships and equipment with a dance.)

That was what they were supposed to be doing. Supposed to. Sitting at a long table, drinking not quite warmed caf, maybe enjoying some pastries (he would never admit it but the Trade Federation made lovely Torblans and he would have considered going Separatists just to keep them coming), and having to keep everyone calm.

Instead he'd found himself with a Gungan, a Queen, a Slave, and a Sith.

It was like a bad joke. A Gungan, a Queen, a Slave, a Sith, and a Jedi walk into a bar. The bartender goes "Why the long face?" The Queen goes, "The Gungan was born that way."

'The Hero Commission or their own agencies will tell them that a situation is one way and they must learn to never believe that. Or at least never believe it in full. They must know that there is always more that must be found out if they wish to truly deal with a villain attack or a disaster.'

He smirked as he spun around Inasa.

'Of course… even now they don't have the full story…'

~MC~MC~MC~

Katsuki growled as he slowly shifted his body weight to fall into a more stable stance. He wanted to run right into Lunch Rush and take him out, to show that he was ready for anything. What was giving him pause though was a little factoid that he and Deku had discussed many times during their childhood. Hell, it had even gotten brought up recently, long since they'd stopped sharing notes about heroes…

~One Month Earlier~

"Hey Kaachan," Deku said over the phone, Katsuki glad he had remembered to lower the volume on his phone. People accused him of being loud but fucking Deku had just as much of a volume problem as he had and the bastard didn't have mild hearing loss as an excuse. Katsuki was currently drying dishes, his parents having needed to run out and deal with some emergency at a fashion shoot for an old friend. His phone sat off to the side, on speaker and well away from the sink, but he was still wondering if he shouldn't dial it back down by a few clicks. "What going on?"

"Have you figured out anything about fucking Lunch Rush?"

"No," Deku bemoaned before suddenly perking up. "Did you?"

"No!" Katsuki snarled and for once Deku wasn't the source of his ire. "I've been watching him since I got to fucking UA and I thought today, with that fucking tour of the kitchens, it would finally tell us what the bastard's quirk was! But nothing!"

"I know," Deku said. "We can rule out food duplication, considering how large that pantry is."

"It was a stupid idea anyway," Katsuki muttered. "He's a fucking hero… what would making extra food-Deku stop fucking mumbling!" Katsuki snarled, wanting to cut that shit right off.

Deku swallowed audibly. "Right. Well… maybe its some kind of heat quirk? Allow him to cook better?"

"Maybe," Katsuki admitted, though that didn't feel right…

~MC~MC~MC~

He had no idea what Lunch Rush's quirk was… and that was a dangerous situation to be in. It was never wise to go into a fight if you didn't have some idea of the abilities of your foe. Oh, he knew he could kick the hero's ass because he wouldn't go all out… but it was still not the best position to be in.

Normally in a fight Katsuki liked to rocket in first. People thought it was because he was impulsive but rather it was because he liked to have people be unsettled and startled when in a battle against him, that way they couldn't set up their own plans to take him down. You give someone even a few extra seconds and they could take you down. You had to surprise them and get them on the backfoot and then you had time to look them over and figure out the perfect way to destroy them.

(He would never admit it… ever… that this method of fighting was entirely Deku's fault, a left over from when they had been toddlers who 'fought' aka running at each other as fast as they could with tickling being involved)

But with Lunch Rush he had no idea what the man's quirk was and thus he had no idea what he could do if he really wanted to put the pain to Katsuki. So he was forced to be a bit more cautious and try and figure out what the man could do.

Lunch Rush slowly took a step forward, running a finger along one of his cleavers.

"You are wondering what I can do, aren't you?"

'Fuck,' Katsuki mentally swore, 'the bastard is smart.'

"I can tell by the way you're holding yourself. A good cook learns to read their customers VERY carefully… it allows them to be able to give them an experience they will never forget. So I can tell as much as you wish to rush into the meal… you are holding back. Not to savor it but because you don't know where to start."

Katsuki refused to take the bait.

"You did good though, sniffing me out. I am impressed. But… it won't do you much good. Do you think all will cheer your name when all you do is stand around?"

Katsuki refused to take the bait.

"Then again… maybe you are smart and know that you are too weak-"

Katsuki took the bait.

He launched himself at Lunch Rush, hands going back as he prepared to throw several globs of sweat at the hero. Bastard wanted to talk down to him? So be it. He would utterly destroy him! Blow him up and leave him well done!

But then Katsuki felt his left leg seize up as the worst Charlie horse he'd ever gotten thundered through it, causing him to trip and fall. That caused the glob of explosive sweat to slip from his fingers, landing in the hallway near him.

Now Katsuki was fire resistant. It came from his quirk. Would do no good if the little sparks that just naturally occurred when his sweat drops slammed into each other rolling down his neck or his forehead. Which meant that the explosions didn't hurt him at all.

But… he wasn't IMPACT resistant.

So when his sweat struck the ground and blew up while he suddenly found himself not centered and properly shifted… his world suddenly went mad as he was sent ragdolling through the air, body twisting and turning as it slammed into the doorframe. He landed hard only for more sweat to drop down and explode, making him shake. But he didn't go flying again and as such he slowly got to his feet, glaring at Lunch Rush who merely watched him through his mask, utterly unreadable.

"You know… it amazes me how many people don't know about my quirk," Lunch Rush stated. "Even when they look up my official files… they really don't get it." Katsuki growled and prepared for another attack. "Some think its super speed, which is what allows me to make my food so quick. Others think I'm able to just make food out of thin air… but that isn't it either. No… I am just really good at getting into the zone and cooking a lot. My quirk doesn't have anything to do with it.

"What I can do is manipulate food. Trigger pieces of it so that the flavors come out, the textures. Make beef as soft as butter, make fish as flavorful as a 10 course meal in a single bite, make chicken the most filling thing you could ever eat. Same with veggies and all that but for you… well, you need to be concerned with the meat."

And then Katsuki suddenly felt his arm shake.

"Now… a lot of people don't get how that would make me a hero. Heck, some have claimed that UA paid the commission off to give me hero status so I wouldn't feel left out amongst the other teachers. But the thing is… people think so small. Give them all the spices in the world and all they will ask for is a pinch of salt. Show them every exotic cut and they still want ground chuck. But me? I'm creative. That's what makes me dangerous."

Katsuki's arms slowly came up against his will, his fingers trembling. He grit his teeth and tried to fight the sensation but he was utterly failing. His arm had a mind of its own.

"And what is a human being… but just a different kind of meat?"

Katsuki had JUST enough time to realize the horrors of that statement before Lunch Rush manipulated his fingers to trigger his sweat collectors… and cause a thick glob of condensed sweat to slowly drop out, Lunch Rush already darting for cover.

He could only watch as the glob slowly fell to the ground, trembling slightly as it hit the carpet…

…and then he was in the air, his arm catching on the window frame with a sickening crack before he found himself tossed into the sky.

~MC~MC~MC~

Inasa's mother had once joked that rather than give birth to him she and his father had found him on the doorstep, left there by wind spirits. While it was said in good humor Inasa sometimes felt that was a better explanation for his life rather than just saying he had an interesting and powerful quirk.

He didn't know if others felt the same way he did when it came to their abilities but Inasa had always felt so connected to the air. Even when it was so still that people forgot it was there he was aware of it. He knew that there were different airs, even within the city. Walk down one street and the air was playful and teasing, waiting for the right moment to form a gust that made children laugh and lovers cling closer to one another. Turn a corner though and you would encounter air that was like a bitter old man, annoyed that people were making too much racket and not showing respect for their elders. That air always felt thinner and tasted bitter in one's mouth and its blowing was harsh and biting. Yet another turn and there was air that was almost like the little pervert from General Ed., constantly watching everyone and then worming its way through to one's skin.

Inasa at times wondered if one day he would itch his face a touch too hard and his skull would crack and his skin would peel away and he would turn into the wind itself, able to dance and play without being trapped in a fleshy solid form.

He wanted to desperately ask his classmates if they felt the same way. He knew his parents didn't; his mother had a mild heat quirk that allowed her to warm her skin up and his father had a frost breath quirk. Which as the doctor had explained had worked towards his wind quirk since heat and cold could affect the winds. Neither though felt a connection to fire or ice the way he did the winds. So his only hope that he wasn't the odd one out of the entire world was his classmates.

He wanted to know if Todoroki sometimes looked at snowflakes and felt sad that they melted away. If Ochaco would jump from her couch just to feel gravity. Tokoyami…

…okay, so Tokoyami might feel the same way he did but he wasn't for sure if that was a good thing or not.

Inasa would never ask them though. For one thing he feared what they would say. Prove that he was a freak or the like. But he also knew that it would be rude to ask. After all, perhaps every quirk user felt as he did and they all knew to be quiet about it. That the connection was… spiritual. Like a religion. And then there were those with mutation quirks. He knew they struggled hard to show they world they weren't monsters. That just because one might look like a lizard or a seagull didn't make them any less human. Him going around claiming he sometimes felt like the physical embodiment of the wind wouldn't see him being a good ally at all.

The point was that Inasa had a natural connection to the air. He was always aware of it. When Aizawa used his quirk on him Inasa felt as if he had suddenly had his eyes plucked out and his ears ripped away… and that whatever had done it had killed everyone he cared about. The horrible feeling of losing everything.

This connection allowed him to at once sense Bakugo was off his feet and flying through the air, a rush of heat chasing behind him. Ant it wasn't like him propelling himself in for an attack. No… Inasa knew at once something was VERY wrong.

Kenobi let out a gasp of surprise when Inasa sent a blast of wind up and through his legs, lifting him up by about a foot before he used his own quirk to quickly counter. Inasa tended to swing his arms out to command the winds but he didn't actually have to do that. Rather it was a way to distract his opponents and make them think that he needed to control the air with his hands and fingers. Get them focused on the wrong things. That allowed him to then hit them when they least expected it.

The moment Kenobi was pushed away from him Inasa was in the air, grabbing onto Bakugo… and he knew that fighting against Kenobi was out of the question.

'His arm is broke. Maybe his shoulder too. He won't be able to use that hand to fire off his explosions and I'm not even for sure he'll be able to use his left hand; the shockwaves might be too much.' Inasa narrowed his eyes. 'We have to go… now.'

He landed only to feel a sudden pain in his legs that nearly sent him crashing to his knees. He turned and saw Lunch Rush coming towards him, hand held out. Inasa didn't know why he was there or what he was doing to him but he knew it didn't matter; he had to get Bakugo out of there. He had to get himself out of there.

He tried to blast the man with a shot of wind but Lunch Rush merely flicked his wrist and Inasa grit his teeth as he felt his legs seize up even worse. While he knew that the teachers wouldn't actually kill him the terror he was feeling was all too real.

"There is no shame in giving up, hero," Lunch Rush said. "Though I must warn you… if you try that again I can make it hurt worse."

'So that's out,' Inasa thought as he felt the pain lessen. He glanced to his right and saw that Kenobi was moving towards him.

"Breath," Bakugo got out.

Inasa winced; thankfully Lunch Rush hadn't targeted his arms so he was able to maintain his hold on his partner but he knew it had to be unpleasant for him. Inasa was breathing hard after that attack and it was jostling Bakugo-

He blinked.

That was it.

It was… it was so brilliant he wondered why he'd never thought about it before. It was like the tales of the Gordian Knot: a solution so simple but so easily missed. It had taken Bakugo, an outside force to see it.

He narrowed his eyes and focused.

"Tell me, villain," he said, "how much research did you do on me?"

"You mean your quirk?" Lunch Rush asked. "I know you control the winds. But if you so much as try and make a stiff breeze I will… take you down." Lunch Rush shifted. "I can make… the pain… so great that… that you…"

He stumbled.

Kenobi's eyes went wide.

Inasa smirked.

"No," Inasa declared. "My quirk is Whirlwind. But that is a lie. I don't control the wind. I control air. Including the air that I'm not allowing you to breathe."

And with that he gave a mental pull and created twin vacuums around Kenobi and Lunch Rush, the two of them bringing their hands to their throats. They fell to their knees and Inasa felt them trying to use their quirks against him but it was hard to focus when every ounce of oxygen was being drawn from your lungs.

Suddenly a siren went off and it took Inasa a moment to realize that was the Test Over Alarm. At once he stopped and Kenobi and Lunch Rush let out large gasps as Inasa removed the vacuums.

"I think we just passed," Inasa declared.

~MC~MC~MC~

Ahsoka stared in shock at the screen.

She… she couldn't believe it. She just couldn't believe it.

"That was so amazing!" Uraraka said beside her. "Was that him… unlocking something with his quirk?"

"What do you mean?" Tsu asked.

"I read about it somewhere. That a Quirk can suddenly grow stronger and develop into something different than normal or be used in new ways?"

Izuku shook his head. "Awakening. And no, that's not what happened here. At least I don't think it did. This was Inasa realizing he could use his quirk in a way he hadn't considered before."

The Force… the Force was her ally. She had always been told that. It had been the fundamental truth that had govern her entire life. No matter what, the Force would be with her. And while she knew that things happened like explosions or sudden shots from seemingly no where she had always believed those things happened to other people. Other Jedi. That she would be the one to always survive and go on.

"It was dangerous," Tenya declared. "He could have killed them."

"Anyone could kill anyone," Tsu replied. "You could go so fast that if you struck someone they would be turned into a paste. I could hit someone in the chest with my tongue and make their heart stop beating. Ochaco could float someone into a ceiling fan and turn them into a paste. Aizawa could deactive the wrong quirk and cause someone's molecules to separate-"

"Turning them into a paste," Uraraka growled. "Stop talking about turning people into paste!"

"…ribbit."

"But she's right," Izuku stated. "All of you are threats."

"And you aren't?" Uraraka snarked. "There is a reason none of us like to spar with you, Izuku. You tend to go for joints."

"If it can't bend then it can't be used against you…" he argued.

So seeing Master Kenobi go down like that to Inasa?

It… shattered everything Ahsoka had believed.

And she didn't know what to do about that.

~MC~MC~MC~

Author's Note: My head canon is Lunch Rush looks like and sounds like the Swedish Chef.