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“Ah, here we are!” All Might declared, pulling his hands out of the hero and villain boxes. “The heroes for this round are going to be Team G, Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jiro. Their opponents are going to be Team C, Momo Yaoyorozu and Minoru Mineta.”
“Yes!” Denki cheered to himself, pumping his fist by his chest. He’d been holding out hope that he’d get to play the role of a hero, and his prayers had been answered. After all, girls loved the dashing hero, and here was where he’d start.
As the electric teen followed behind All Might, he drifted over to his teammate, Jiro.
“Hey,” he whispered to her, causing her gaze to shift to him, looking from the corner of her eyes.
“We’ve got this,” he grinned, holding up his hand for a fistbump.
She rolled her eyes with a huff, but Denki’s grin widened when she tapped her fist against his.
‘Let’s go!’ Denki cheered in his head. ‘Maybe I have a chance with her! No, stay cool, Denki, just keep your options open for now. Even if she has a cool hero costume.’
Now that he thought about it, both of their costumes were rather similar. Denki’s was just a plain white shirt, an open black jacket with a white lightning pattern across it, as well as matching black pants. The only thing that he wore that made it look like a hero costume was the communicator he wore over his right ear.
Jiro’s on the other hand was a black leather jacket, a pink shirt with rips at the top and bottom, black pants, and odd looking boots. Glancing upwards, Denki took note of the earphone jacks that grew from her earlobes, and looking back down at his teammate’s boots, he started to see the stereos that seemed to be built in.
‘She really has a basic hero costume,’ Denki thought as the group walked to their building. ‘All I asked from the support company for my costume was the basic design, as well as clothing that would be resistant to my electricity. I wonder who her costume designers were?’
“Alright, you four, here we are!” All Might declared, stopping in front of their building. “You all know the drill by now; take your micro transceivers, Capture Tape, and map. Villains, you have five minutes to prepare once you go through those doors.”
“Understood, All Might,” Yaoyorozu said, bowing at the waist to their teacher.
‘Holy crap is she beautiful,’ Denki gushed, taking in her appearance. While he had seen her beauty the day before at Mr. Aizawa’s Quirk Fitness Test, the costume she wore made her go from a 10/10 to an 11/10. She wore a high-collared, sleeveless crimson leotard with silver lines at her waist and around her arms, which opened to expose her skin from her neck to just below her navel. She wore red boots and a gold utility belt, and at the back rested a collection of books.
‘I don’t know who approved of her hero costume, but whoever it was I want to give them a hug if they’re a dude or a kiss if they’re a chick! Thank you, skimpy hero costumes!’ Denki cried out in his mind.
And it seemed like he wasn’t the only one admiring her. Unbeknownst to All Might, Yaoyorozu and Jiro, Yaoyorozu’s teammate, Mineta, was openly gazing at his partner’s shapely rear. This lasted only for a moment before he quickly looked away, his gazing crossing with Denki’s as the two locked eyes.
His costume was rather simplistic, though in a different manner to Denki’s or Jiro’s. It consisted of a purple shirt and mask, with a yellow cape, boots, and gloves. The oddest feature of his costume were his pants, which were white with a lighter purple trim, and stuck out quite a lot around his waist.
Mineta’s face paled as sweat beaded on his face, but Denki only gave him a wink and a thumbs up, showing his own appreciation.
‘That guy seems fun to hang around with,’ Denki thought, watching as the two ‘villains’ walked into the building to prepare. ‘I’ll catch up with him later, see if we have similar interests beyond liking cute girls.’
“Okay, my intrepid heroes,” All Might smiled at them, “is there anything that you need clarified before I return to the rest of your classmates?”
“Nah, everything seems clear to me,” Denki shrugged. “Get in, try and capture the weapon, capture the villains, whichever is easier. Seems pretty simple.”
“We’ll be fine, All Might,” Jiro confirmed, fiddling with one of her earphone jack earlobes.
“Very well!” All Might said. “Then I wish you the best of luck. As you saw in the previous fight, what can be a surefire victory can quickly turn into defeat. Just remember to not get too confident, and you’ll both be fine.”
““Yes sir,”” Denki and Jiro nodded, watching as their teacher dashed away.
“So, uh, Jiro, right?” Denki began, giving his teammate what he thought was his most charming smile to hide his nervousness. “Your quirk gives you earphone jacks for earlobes?”
“Wow, what gave that away?” she sarcastically replied, rolling her eyes at him. “Yeah, pretty much though. My mum has the same quirk, so it helped to have someone who already knew what my quirk could do growing up.”
“Well, you made it into the Hero Course, so they’ve got to be a wicked quirk, right?”
“Oh, well, it isn’t all that great,” Jiro deflected, looking away with a light blush on her cheeks. “My earphone jacks are pretty durable, since they’re able to stab into metal and concrete and crap, but where they really shine is picking up faint noises. I can also plug them into something and project my heartbeat through it.”
“Oh, is that why you have a pair of speakers on your boots?” Denki asked, trying his best to ignore how she looked when she blushed. ‘Keep it cool, Denki, keep it cool.’
“Yeah, they allow me to amplify and direct the noise,” Jiro explained, her expression and voice becoming more animated as she explained. “See, without them I need to jam my jacks into someone’s ear for them to actually do anything, so I’m really lucky to have come up with a work around.”
“Neat,” Denki nodded. “My quirk is pretty simple; it’s called Electrification. It allows me to store electricity and discharge it, and the best part is that I’m never harmed by it.”
“So you can shoot lightning out of your fingertips like an evil wizard?” Jiro asked, bringing to both of their minds a Denki that wore wizard robes and a fake white beard, cackling madly while shooting out lightning from his hands.
“Not exactly,” Denki winced. “See, I can’t control it well, so it kind of goes everywhere if I try to shoot it out. I can electrify my body, but then I’d need to touch our opponents to do anything.”
“So I’m the long range fighter then,” Jiro summarised. “Do you at least know any martial arts that you could use along with your electrification?”
“No, sorry.”
“Fine, we’ll just have to hope that just touching them is enough to take them out,” Jiro huffed, unfurling the map they had been given. “Alright, let's figure out how we’re going to do this…”
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Momo wasn’t having a good second day of high school. While the first day had certainly been, eventful, in the end she had deduced that the threat Mr. Aizawa held over them was nothing more than a bluff, a rational deception meant to inspire his students to perform at their very best. It honestly was surprising how many of her fellow students fell for their teacher’s deception. Not that she held it against them, she simply thought that it was more obvious. Apparently not.
Suffice to say, Momo had expected the second day of U.A. to be much more ordinary. And for the most part, it was. While having Pro Heroes as their teachers was certainly a novelty thing to have, it wasn’t something she was unused to. Ishin Girls’ Private Academy, a girls-only middle school she had been enrolled in, had both former and current Pro Heroes amongst their teaching staff, though they were admittedly far and few between. So Momo hadn’t been as surprised to have popular heroes as their teachers compared to her fellow classmates who went to more, common middle schools.
‘Oh heavens,’ Momo lamented as she placed another steel plating against the wall, ‘I shouldn’t think that. Bad Momo, you’re not royalty like your ancestors, you’re simply the only daughter of the Yaoyorozus. You aren’t any better than your classmates, despite their, eccentricities.’
Something that had been a pleasant surprise was how normal U.A. was. For a young woman coming from a highly elite private girls school, it was a novelty for Momo to have men in her class, to be able to interact with them so freely. The fact as well that there were so many students for different walks of life was simply fascinating to her. She no longer needed to be careful about what she said or how she said it when talking with her classmates. If she wanted to go to karaoke after class, she could. If she wanted to gossip with her friends, she could. If she wanted to, no matter how scandalous it felt, start dating someone, she could.
And what a surprise the final class of the day had been. No matter her experiences with being taught by Pro Heroes, none of that could have prepared her for the sheer awe that she felt when All Might had entered the room. The pure friendliness that he exuded, a starkly different feel to Mr. Aizawa, didn’t clash with the overwhelming strength that he possessed, but rather heightened it. A pinnacle of might and power, willing and eager to lower himself to their level to teach and instruct them as their mentor. It was a humbling experience, one that could only happen with a handful of Pro Heroes, with All Might being the greatest of them all in Momo’s mind.
When he had revealed to them that they would be doing combat exercises against one another, with pairs fighting against each other, Momo was ecstatic. This was what she had wanted; no need to worry about her image or appearance, simply focus on being a hero. Better yet, she might be paired with someone who could become a close friend.
Of course, the universe did love to disappoint. Because rather than getting to play the role of the fearless heroine, rushing to save the day against the treacherous villains, she was the treacherous villain. And rather than having a dashing knight by her side, or a mysterious rogue, or a powerful wizard, or even a brooding warlock, she was stuck with the lecherous troll.
‘Why?!’ she wailed in her head, leaning against the barricade she was preparing for support. ‘I’d take anyone, anyone but him! Fine, even if I couldn’t have Sarah Kurusu, or Todoroki, or the youngest of the Idas, anyone would be better than HIM!’
As if summoned, Momo felt the skin on her back crawl with disgust, her sixth sense she had developed from having a sizable bust being triggered. Whirling around, she caught the purple-haired gremlin staring at her behind with a lecherous gaze. She affixed her most stern, irritated expression, which fortunately caused her goblin of a teammate to try and save face.
“Wait wait wait!” he pleaded, holding his hands in front of him. “I swear I wasn’t looking at your ass this time! I was, uh, checking the stability of our barricade, yeah, that’s it!”
Momo didn’t buy his defence for a second. Staring at her assets once, she’d take it as a compliment. Twice, an annoyance. Thrice, and it was disgusting. But catching him lusting after her five separate times? That was too much, even for her patience.
“You’re aware of my quirk, correct?” she said with an ice-cold tone, holding her palm flat in front of her teammate’s face. “My quirk, creation, allows me to create any non-living material from the lipids in my body. Of course, that means any item I create can come from ANY part of my body. Understood?”
Mineta audibly gulped, his face turning pale with fright.
“U-understood,” he stammered, slowly backing away. “I hear you loud and clear.”
Momo doubted her warning would stick for long, but she was content with the reprieve while it lasted.
“Good, now how are the defences?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“All good to go,” Mineta said with a thumbs up. “There’s a minefield of my sticky balls outside. No way they’re getting through that quickly.”
As much as Momo was revolted by the manner that Mineta referred to his quirk, he wasn’t wrong about its effectiveness. His quirk, called Pop Off, allowed Mineta to grow purple orbs on his scalp that could be pulled off and stuck to surfaces or items. Because he was the only thing that could bounce off them and not get stuck, they were very effective capture tools, one that Momo had decided to make full use of.
Spread all across the building were clusters of Mineta’s orbs, forcing the heroes who would be attacking shortly to watch their step, should they wish to continue.
“And what about the listening devices I told you to place?” Momo asked. “Are they in position?”
“Oh yeah,” Mineta nodded, “they’re not going anywhere. I placed them on my sticky balls, so even if they find them, the heroes won’t be able to move them without getting stuck themselves.”
“Very well,” Momo nodded, setting up the final barricade, one that would block the rooms only doorway, locking themselves in with the weapon.
“Man, I hope I don’t need the bathroom later,” Mineta mumbled to himself, unaware that Momo was able to clearly hear him.
‘Why me?’ she sighed, continuing her work as she thought.
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Once All Might had declared that their battle trial was underway, Kyoka and Kaminari slinked into the building, keeping their eyes out for an ambush. As they moved through the hallways, Kyoka took the lead, while Kaminari followed close behind her.
“Okay, give me a second,” Kyoka whispered to her teammate, stopping by a wall. Extending one of her jacks, she plugged it into the wall, listening closely. Through the concrete, she could hear muffled voices, and even though she couldn’t tell what they were saying or who was who, she knew who they had to be.
“Okay, found them,” Kyoka reported, turning to face her teammate. “They’re a few floors up, and they don’t seem to be moving. I think they’re guarding the weapon.”
“Got it,” Kaminari nodded, with the two of them continuing through the building. They moved in silence, not finding anything of note until they rounded a corner, stumbling across a minefield of round, purple balls, covering the ground before the staircase.
“What are these?” Kaminari asked aloud, reaching out to poke one.
“Wait!” Kyoka yelled, grabbing Kaminari’s other arm and pulling him back. “We don’t know what they are. Let me try something.”
Extending her jacks again, Kyoka jabbed them into the floor, quickly creating cracks as she broke apart the concrete. Grabbing a sizable chunk, she and Kaminari retreated back around the corner, taking cover. Kyoka leaned around, tossing the concrete onto the purple orbs closer to the stairs, and more importantly, further away from them. They both tensed against the wall, but after a few moments realised that nothing had happened. Peering around, they both saw the concrete chunk resting at an angle on one of the purple orbs.
“Huh, it didn’t explode,” Kaminari noted, walking over to pick it up. But as he bent down to grab it, he stopped short.
“What’s the matter, Kaminari?” Kyoka smirked. “Is it too heavy for you?”
“It’s not that,” Kaminari argued, “it’s stuck. I can’t get it off this thing.”
“Let me try,” Kyoka sighed, bumping Kaminari to the side. But when Kyoka tried as well, she encountered the same issue, as no matter how hard she pulled, the concrete wouldn’t budge.
“Oh, what’s the matter, Jorio?” Kaminari mocked in return. “Is it too heavy for you too?”
“Shut it, Sparky,” Kyoka glared, getting back onto her feet. “It must be that short guy’s quirk. Maybe certain things bounce off them but others stick to them?”
“Well, whatever the case, I guess it’s best to stay clear of them,” Kaminari nodded. “Come on, let’s find out…”
Kyoka looked over to her teammate who had trailed off mid sentence, seeming to be glancing around the room.
“What is it? Do you hear something?” she asked, trying to hear anything unusual with her enhanced hearing, only to come up short.
“It’s not something I hear, but something I feel,” Kaminari mysteriously answered, moving over to one of the sticky orbs near the edge of the room.
“Found you,” he said, before looking over his shoulder at Kyoka with a grin on his face. “Come look at this.”
Kyoka cautiously made her way across the room, being careful where she placed her steps. Crouching beside her blond teammate, she looked at what he was pointing at, seeing a small, metallic disk attached to the purple orb.
“What is it?” Kyoka asked, watching as Kaminari pulled it off, the back of the item breaking off and remaining attached.
“This is a rudimentary listening device,” Kaminari explained, holding it up for Kyoka to see. “See there? That’s a microphone, and that’s the transceiver. Our other opponent, the girl with the large, uh, fringe? She can make stuff, so I bet she made these as well.”
“Fringe, sure,” Kyoka repeated with a deadpan expression, and only a little jealousy.
“Right, well, we probably don’t want them hearing us, so I’ll fix that,” Kaminari said, yellow sparks of electricity coursing over his skin, causing Kyoka’s hair to begin to stand on end as the small listening device let out a small pop in Kaminari’s hand.
The pair continued up the building, pausing every so often for Kyoka to check they were heading the right way. Occasionally, Kaminari would stop, finding more of the listening devices. It was after he found the fourth one that Kyoka’s curiosity couldn’t be contained any longer.
“How are you able to find them?” she asked as the device was destroyed.
“My quirk allows me to generate electricity, but it doesn’t have to be a big display,” Kaminari explained, tapping the earpiece that he wore over his right ear. “This thing here allows me to channel my electricity and create electrical communication signals, basically turning it into a phone. I was trying to see if I could access our opponents communicators, but while that was a bust, I sensed an electrical signal nearby, coming from the listening devices. It didn’t take much to put two and two together.”
“Huh, you really know your electronics,” Kyoka observed, an impressive tone in her voice. “Where’d you learn all that?”
“My dad runs an electronics shop out of our basement, and because he’s a househusband, I spent a lot of time with him, and I guess I picked up a few things here and there,” Kaminari explained with an amused smile. “When I was little, I tried to charge my dad’s phone with my quirk. Man was he angry when he found out. Apparently I used too much of my quirk, causing it to short circuit and die. Everything that wasn’t backed up to a cloud was lost, and I was grounded for a month.”
“Oh my God, no way,” Kyoka giggled with a hand over her mouth. “You seriously tried that?”
“Why not?” Kaminari argued. “Phones need electricity to charge the batteries, and my eight-year-old brain thought that if I used a lot of it, it would charge the phone faster. I’ve gotten much better at it; haven’t caused any problems with one for years.”
“So your claim to fame is being a mobile phone charger?” Kyoka grinned, lightly jabbing her teammate in the ribs with her elbow.
“Hey, it was an awesome party trick in middle school,” Kaminari defended.
As they got closer to where the ‘villains’ were holed up, Kyoka and Kaminari became silent, stepping lightly in hopes of the listening devices they had intentionally left intact not hearing them. Stopping by a wall, Kyoka plugged her earphone jacks once more into it, listening intently. The noise that she could hear was exactly what she wanted; they were right beneath them.
She pointed up at the ceiling to Kaminari, who immediately understood the message. He raised a hand in front of him, yellow electricity crackling around his hand, ready for a fight.
Arriving at the room, Kyoka and Kaminari found it barricaded with metal plating, blocking off the only way in. Kaminari looked at her with a confused expression, asking her what they were going to do in a non-verbal manner. Kyoka simply smiled, bending her torso to reach the dials on the back of her boots, turning them up to the max. She turned to Kaminari, miming for him to plug his ears with his fingers, which he quickly did, catching on to her plan.
Stretching her earphone jacks down to the ports in her boots, they seamlessly plugged in, and suddenly the silence was broken with the sound of rhythmic thumping.
BA-DUMP!
BA-DUMP!
BA-DUMP!
The noise from her heartbeat was transmitted into her boots and amplified, creating a battering ram of noise that slammed into the barricade. From within, Kyoka and Kaminari were able to just hear the wails of a high-pitched male, showing that their plan was working. Kyoka only had to keep up the audio assault for less than a minute before cracks started appearing in the metal barricade, slowly spreading across the entirety of the enemy's defence. Pulling her leg back, Kyoka lashed out at the barricade with a solid kick, knocking down the defences and opening up the weapon room to them.
“Go, Kaminari!” Kyoka yelled, taking shelter by the door, leaving it open for her teammate. “Use Thundershock!”
“Alright!” he yelled, dashing into the room. “Indiscriminate Shock: 1.3 Million Volts!”
Kyoka flinched when errant bolts of electricity surged out of the doorway, accompanied by the panicked screams and jabbering of someone being electrocuted.
‘I’m sure Kaminari knows what he’s doing,’ Kyoka hoped, peeking her head into the room once the lightning had stopped. Lying on the floor was the short ‘villain’, the same one who was responsible for the sticky balls that were scattered in choke points within the building. He currently lay flat on his back, knocked out from the surge of electricity, his limbs twitching and spasming randomly. But instead of seeing the other ’villain’ also unconscious, Kyoka only saw a mound of cloth within the centre of the room. Said mound of cloth moved, revealing it to have been Yaoyorozu.
“Kaminari, there’s still one more!” Kyoka yelled into the room, hiding once more by the doorway. “Use Thundershock one more time!”
But there was silence; no crackles of electricity could be heard, nor the sounds of someone being electrocuted. Kyoka stepped into the doorway, trying to see what was stopping their victory, only to burst out laughing at the sight she saw.
“Whee!” Kaminari cheered, his hands bouncing up and down in front of his chest, giving a thumbs up, while his expression was dazed and looked incredibly goofy.
“Kaminari, why do you look so silly?!” Kyoka barely managed to say before folding over in laughter, clutching her belly to try and stay upright.
“Bzzt, hehehe,” Kaminari giggled, sending Kyoka into another peal of laughter.
“It is quite amusing,” a female voice said, snapping Kyoka out of it as her pulse raced. She’d made a critical error. While Kaminari’s expressions were entertaining, it had also caused Kyoka to forget one critical detail; she was still in a fight.
Whirling around while also extending her jacks towards her boots, Kyoka caught the sight of Yaoyorozu dashing towards her, a metal staff in her hands. Before Kyoka could fire off another pulse of soundwaves, her legs were swept out from underneath her, causing her to land painfully on her back with a cry of pain.
Yaoyorozu didn’t waste any time, using her larger size compared to Kyoka to overpower her, keeping her pinned on the floor underneath her staff. Grabbing the Capture Tape in her free hand, Yaoyorozu looped a portion of the capture tape around Kyoka’s flailing arms, capturing her.
“ Kyoka Jiro has been captured! ” All Might declared.
Kyoka stopped her resistance, instead allowing her body to go limp, her spirit defeated at her quick capture.
“ Denki Kaminari has been captured! ” All Might added, causing Kyoka to glance to her side, seeing that Kaminari had also been pinned down by Yaoyorozu.
“ With that, the villains win! ” All Might announced, bringing an end to the Battle Trial. “ Someone bring young Mineta down to the entrance for a check-up, and we’ll get your post-battle reviews started. ”
A shadow covered Kyoka’s eyes, causing her to look up at Yaoyorozu standing over her, who was offering her hand.
“It was a close fight,” Yaoyorozu praised, helping haul Kyoka up to her feet. “If I hadn’t created that insulation blanket, you would have won the match.”
“Maybe,” Kyoka admitted, “but I shouldn’t have gotten so distracted by Kaminari’s goofy face.”
“Well, in all fairness,” Yaoyorozu admitted, looking over at the blond student, who was currently in the process of spinning on the spot, “his face was quite amusing.”
Kyoka smiled at that, before calling out to Kaminari. “Come on, Kaminari. All Might wants us back at the Monitor Room.”
“Okie-dokie!” Kaminari nodded vigorously, swaying as he walked from his spinning.
‘Such a dork,’ Kyoka smiled to herself, watching with interest as Yaoyorozu, rather than picking up her teammate, instead decided to drag him by the foot as if he were a sack. Her expression remained uncaring when his head bumped against the doorframe as he was dragged out of the room.
“What’d he do to deserve that?” Kyoka asked, raising an eyebrow at the display.
“This lecherous troll has done more than enough to deserve this,” Yaoyorozu spat venomously. “He ought to be glad that I have decided to treat him with some small level of respect.”
“What would it look like if you treated him without respect?” Kyoka hesitantly asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.
“Well, I could toss him out the window,” Yaoyorozu mused to herself, glancing at one of the windows in the building. “I’m sure the Transpo-bots will be able to catch him on their stretcher. But no, as much as it tempts me, the troll didn’t actually try and touch me, so I’ll spare him that mercy at least.”
“Okay,” Kyoka all but squeaked, nodding her head vigorously as she followed the tall girl. ‘Note to self, never piss off Yaoyorozu. For such a pretty girl, she sure can be scary.’
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“Right, for this battle, I’d say it’s no surprise that young Yaoyorozu is the V.I.P.,” All Might decided, looking out over the crowd of students. “Anyone want to take a guess as to why?”
“Would it be because she was the leader?” Uraraka asked with a raised hand.
“Partly, but that’s not all,” All Might said, looking around. “Anyone else?”
“She was prepared?” Kirishima ventured.
“Yes, correct, but that’s not all,” All Might nodded, quickly locking his gaze on Sarah Kurusu. “Young Kurusu, you look like you have the answer. Do you want to share with the class?”
“Yes sir,” Kurusu nodded. “Yaoyorozu formulated an effective plan, as well as preparing a backup plan. She also remained focused on the battle, rather than being distracted by Kaminari’s, admittedly amusing, expressions.”
Kaminari made a sound of excitement at the mention of his name, causing many in the class to chuckle, All Might included.
“Conversely, each other participant had their own shortcomings,” Kurusu continued. “Mineta didn’t come up with his own ideas, instead he followed along. While that isn’t negative in of itself, as Shoji was the V.I.P. for doing the exact same thing, Mineta didn’t contribute all that much to the outcome of the battle. For the heroes, while they performed much better, Kaminari didn’t account for the fact that the villains might have a counter to his wave of electricity. His excessive use also put him out of commission for the remainder of the battle, and in a real-world scenario, would have become a liability on the scene. For Jiro, while she performed admirably, it was her break of composure due to Kaminari that cost her the battle. Because she was distracted, she wasn’t able to see or hear Yaoyorozu’s approach, securing her defeat.”
“All excellent points, Sarah, well done,” All Might praised, nodding at his student’s words, before turning to Yaoyorozu. “However, young Yaoyorozu, there were a few points that you didn’t do perfectly on. For instance, you didn’t make an effort to save your teammate.”
“However,” he continued, turning to look at Mineta, who wisely was looking away, “since the circumstances were unique, I’ll let it slide.”
“Thank you, All Might,” Yaoyorozu bowed.
“Regardless of who won or lost, well done, you four, well done indeed,” All Might congratulated, gesturing for them to join their classmates, while waving the final two teams forward. “Now, since we only have teams E and F left, at least we know who’s fighting who! Take a good look at your opponents, my wards, you’re the only ones to know who you’re facing beforehand!”
Both teams glanced at each other, with Koda hiding behind Kurusu, Mina grinning at the two of them, while Aoyama simply looked at them from the side with one eye.
“Now, the real question,” All Might continued, “is who will be the final heroes for the day, and who will be the villains?”
He reached into the hero and villain boxes, taking a moment to decide, ramping up the tension in the room.
“Alright,” he declared, “our heroes are going to be…”
Right, full apologies for the late release. Work has been ramping up lately (working in a post office during the Christmas period is pain), Summer School is starting to get into full swing (and it’s aiming for my balls), and I’ve been busy doing brainstorming for my Arcane crossover series that I mentioned in last chapter’s notes. That last one took up all of a week, so I might have gotten carried away with it. It also didn’t help that I kind of struggled with this chapter. I’m not sure what it is, but this one was difficult to get the ball rolling. Oh well, it’s finished now and I’m content with the way it turned out, so there’s that at least.
Also, probably not anything that people were thinking about, but I was and these are my notes, so there. In my mind, Denki and Minoru have very different kinds of “perversion”. Minoru is just a straight up perv, no ifs buts or maybes. From trying to use a hole to peep into the girls’ locker room, to trying to scale the wall in the outdoor hot springs, to even groping his female classmates whenever he has a chance (poor Tsuyu and Mina). Denki on the other hand is more of a flirt than a perv. Yes, he helped trick the girls into cheerleading costumes alongside Minoru, as well as wanted to use Izuku to have an excuse at spying on the girls in their swimsuits, but he also, you know, asks girls out. While the aforementioned actions aren’t great on his part, they are only at the beginning of the school year, he’s doing it alongside Minoru, and it stops after the summer holidays. Compare that to Minoru who only changed when Mina subjected him to a Clockwork Orange torture routine after the joint class exercise, I’d say that Denki is by far less of a perv. (I also can’t wait to write that scene, Kórinis and Mina are going to have so much fun with that.)
On another note, Denki is kind of smart. Not academically smart, since he’s at the bottom of the class alongside Mina when it comes to his grades, but smart when it comes to electronics. This was pointed out to me in a fic I read, a Kill La Kill x MHA crossover, where the author rightly notes that Denki being used as the class’ battery charger means he needs to have precise control over how much electricity he’s pumping into each phone, as well as understanding the internals of the phones. This gave me the idea of Denki’s dad being an electronics repair man, taking on the role of a stay-at-home dad while doing his work out of their basement or garage.
For the name of Momo’s school, I chose Ishin because it literally translates into ‘prestige’. Kind of trying to sell the image that this is THE prestigious girls private academy.
Also, since I was making it obvious, yeah, I’m a major Denki x Kyoka shipper, they’re probably my second favourite pairing behind Eijiro x Mina. Nothing’s going to come of it for a while, with only the barest hint of it after the Rescue Arc. This one’ll be more slowburn, simply because that’s the nature of our favourite spark plug and boombox.
Right, onto reviews.
Sakumon16, thanks for the reviews. I can understand where you’d get the idea of Kórinis and Izuku being a pairing due to that airbag scene, since it is a staple in the medium. However, I raise the point that jealousy can be a very potent motivator. Remember, Ochako was there to see Izuku’s stumble, so who knows what might go on within a love-struck teenager’s mind. And I agree, when Bakugo’s an ass, ‘aint nobody got time for dat’. And your fears for Shoto are, well, probably warranted. Again, all will be revealed during the Sports Festival Arc, which is actually fast approaching. We have two more chapters in the Battle Trial arc, a gap chapter that doesn’t really belong to an arc, then we have the U.S.J. Incident, and then we’re at the Sports Festival. I can’t wait! As for sadistic Arachne, well Rachnera is a sadist, just the same in canon, albeit more in a dom/BDSM kind of way, rather than Himiko who is simply batshit crazy.
Siarles, thanks for the reviews. Trust me, I also find it strange to read fanfics where nothing changes despite there being major changes to canon. If I had simply done an insert character crossover, such as my Portal story, then I could understand it, but with a story like this where certain characters are almost a different race, new organisations exist both within and outside of Japan (and will be revealed in coming chapters), as well as an emphasis on happenings outside of Japan, it doesn’t make sense for everything to stay the same. I do plan for some changes to canon, as well as my explanations for events that happened in canon but were never elaborated on, but they aren’t likely to show up for a while. They’ll start out small for the most part, but as the saying goes, “A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe.” That said, I’ll also need to reread the War Arc; it’s been a long while, and I haven’t actually read past the Dark Vigilante Arc, so there’s that to do. I know what happens, don’t get me wrong, but I haven’t actually “read” read it. As for your review for the chapter, I’m glad you enjoyed the heteromophisation of certain characters, Mirko isn’t the final one I have in mind. Hound Dog has already been made a heteromorph, a Kobald to be precise, and his parents will be making a cameo in the Sports Festival arc. You can probably guess who his mother is, but I wonder if anyone can figure out who the father is? Hint: he does appear in Monster Musume, and he has his own wiki page. Aside from Hound Dog, there is still one more U.A. teacher I have in mind to convert to a heteromorph, and I think you’ll find my reasoning to be pretty good. As for Tsuyu, my canon is that female heteromorphs are much more human-like than their male counterparts. For Tsuyu, she has her long tongue, sticking to walls, camouflage (though she unlocks that later), secreting mucus, her stomach trick, and hopping. Sure, her features are more frog-like than normal, i.e. her mouth and eyes, but that’s it. Her father on the other hand would be more leaning towards the frog side rather than human side, as is canon, so this all lined up nicely. As for webbed fingers and toes, my idea is that she had webbing connecting the first joints of her fingers and thumb, while her toes have webbing connecting the second joints. This helps explain her superb swimming ability, gives her some more frog features, while still allowing her to use pens or other ordinary items without much difficulty. As for Eijiro, Banjaku is going to be Kórinis' nickname for him, as Red Riot is too important to Eijiro for me to change.
On the topic of names, not everyone will have the same names. Obviously our two main leads need hero names, both of which I already have something in mind, but at least three more characters will be having different names to canon, so look forward to that. These names are open to being changed, so if anyone has any idea of who they are and what their name could be, if I like it enough I might go with it, and you’ll get a shout out for the idea.
Artorigus, thanks for the review. I’m glad you like all of the little moments I’ve made with the characters, it really does help flesh out some of the less prominent class members beyond ‘classmate of the protagonist.’ As for your thoughts on Lala, I’ll be transparent; she wasn’t really going to have a role in this story. However, after I had a Eureka moment, I decided she’ll be making a very prominent appearance in the future, as well as moving some things up in the timeline. Holy shit, as I’m writing this I’m realising the implications of what this’ll cause, and I can’t wait. For Kimihito’s past with the main cast of MM, you will get some details, but not from the main man himself, but someone else who knew him back in the day. As for his hopes and dreams, well, they’ll be hinted at later, as well as his job revealed. I feel it suits him quite well, as he is able to both do his job while also being a househusband, seeing how he has a hyperactive, flying four-year-old kid to look after.
Finally, FictionInfinity, thanks for reaching out. By all means, go ahead, I’m fine with people dubbing my work. My one condition is that links to both my Fanfiction and Ao3 pages be put in the video’s description, as well as my name in both the description and somewhere in the video. Beginning, end, I don’t really mind when/where, just so long as it’s clear to the viewers who wrote it. If that’s all good with you, go right ahead, I’ll probably check it out for my own enjoyment anyway. As for the title, I guess, “What if heteromorphs were in My Hero Academia” is pretty to the point. If you have a better idea, by all means, use it; it’s your video after all.
As one final note, I have an announcement: WE HAVE FANART INCOMING, PEOPLE!! I REPEAT, FANART INCOMING!! Two incredible artists reached out to me, asking if I’d like to commission some art. Well, around $1,000 NZD later, we have four pieces of fanart on the way. I’ll keep details hush hush for now, but when everything is complete I’ll be displaying them on Ao3 in the chapter. As for Fanfic readers, don’t fret, the links to the artists’ social media pages will be added, though in a piecemeal manner because Fanfic gets all butt hurt whenever they have links in the chapters. I don’t make the rules, only find ways around them.
Alright, that’s all from me. For your sneak peak, next chapter is called, ‘ Laser and Acid VS Druid and Paladin ’. That’s right, ladies and gents, we’re at the final Battle Trial fight. Man, this took me a while to complete. Note for the future, I don’t think I’ll go over all of them if/when I do another MHA series. I’ll probably stick to ones with the main characters, which’ll probably be only 1-2 fights. This series was different in the sense that we have two new characters, and Shoto is different in this canon, so three separate fights that, in my mind, needed to be covered. Then I decided, ‘Eh, why not do all of them to have the full set?’
Anyway, that’s enough rambling. See y’all in a fortnight for the second-to-last chapter of the Battle Trial arc…
- Jevm