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The next day of school was rather boring, all things considered, at least for a hero school. Present Mic was the english teacher, and tried to make it much more exciting than it was. Izuku found it a little surreal that someone as cool as a pro hero was doing something this… mundane.
Not that the class wasn't important. English was the lingua franca, ironically, of much of the world, including heroes. When two heroes from different countries and cultures had to work together, it was expected that they both knew how to speak English. Izuku did pretty well in the first class, which was unsurprising, considering he had been tutored in the language for years for that very reason.
He did notice, with no surprise, that Tsunotori was excellent at the class. It was her native language, after all. She made a point to not answer every question, but Izuku guessed she could probably have taught the course herself. 'Maybe even better, considering the lack of accent…'
After class, he made a point to speak with her. He approached her desk at the front while others were talking. "Good morning, Tsunotori." He crouched down, smiling at her at eye level.
"Good morning, Izu- Midoriya. Sorry!" She looked embarrassed by her slip.
Izuku was taken aback by her boldness, momentarily thrown for a loop. "I, uh, um, Tsunotori, I-"
"Sorry! Sorry! At America, everyone use first name. I still learning." She held her face in her hands.
Izuku thought for a moment, and realized that this was an opportunity. "Oh, of course! I knew that. America is a different culture, after all. I find it a little strange how personal that seems, but I won't judge you. If it makes you more comfortable, you can call me Izuku."
Tsunotori slowly moved her hands down. "...you sure?"
Izuku smiled widely at her. "Yes, of course. If it makes things easier for you, then I'm happy."
"Thank you, Izuku." She returned his smile with gratitude.
"I have to say, you were great in class today. I'm not surprised, but I was wondering… would you tutor me sometime? I struggle with some aspects of your language."
Tsunotori's American eyes went wider. "Really? You want help?"
Izuku nodded eagerly. "I want to do the best I can, and I can't think of anyone better to teach me. Please? Tell you what, help me out and I'll tutor you with Japanese. Sound good?"
"You would help me?" She looked touched.
"Sure, what're friends for?"
"Friends?" She thought for a moment and then smiled wide. "That sounds very, very good. I help you, you help me. Very good."
"Thanks, Tsunotori. I really appreciate it." He gave her one last smile and headed back to his desk. Katsuki gave him a knowing look and rolled his eyes.
During lunch, Ochako, Deku, Pony, Bakugou, Mina and Eiko all sat together. Lunch Rush came by each table, greeting the new students and asking how they were liking the food. Unlike all the other tables he visited however, Deku was sitting at theirs.
The pro hero had introduced himself and inquired about the food just like all his other stops, but before anybody could answer, Deku had whipped out his notebook and darted out of his seat. He started asking the hero a hundred questions it seemed, all about his quirk and the work he did. It was halfway endearing, but also a little embarrassing, as half of the cafeteria was staring at their table at that point.
'You would think he was talkin' to All Might judgin' from how excited he is.' Ochako smiled affectionately at his passion.
Eventually, Lunch Rush managed to escape Deku, but not before giving him his autograph. The student sat back down, still shaking slightly from his excitement. He was beaming ear-to-ear and staring at the autograph he had added to his collection.
"Are you always like that when you meet a hero?" Mina was snickering behind her hand.
"Oh yeah," Bakugou answered, "you should see him when he meets one of his favorite heroes. We met Edgeshot last year when he worked with Izuku's dad on a mission last year. The idiot was babbling for about an hour afterwards."
Ochako and the rest of the table laughed at the imagery, while Deku only smiled sheepishly. "He's number five, Kacchan, how could I not be excited?"
"Speaking of heroes, who do you think is teaching the next class?" Eiko scratched her chin. "It doesn't say on the schedule."
"Oh yeah, hero basic training, right?" Ochako was a little nervous, she had to admit.
"Maybe Ectoplasm," Deku suggested, "his clones would be a great tool for teaching all of us one-on-one."
"Nah dude, Ectoplasm teaches math," Mina pointed out. "But now that you mention it, it seems lame to have a quirk like his wasted on math."
"Tch, as if the teachers only do one thing around here. Maybe he does both, Pink." Bakugou scoffed at her.
"My name is Mina Ashido." Mina looked slightly offended by Bakugou's disrespect, which Ochako understood. She would have gotten a less-than-flattering nickname if Deku hadn't helped her out. Bakugou didn't acknowledge her and got up to go get a second serving.
Mina huffed. "Rude."
"Don't think too much of it, Ashido. Kacchan is an… abrasive person until you get to know him better." Deku smiled awkwardly as he defended his friend. "You may find this hard to believe, but if you have a nickname, it means he already thinks you're okay. Most people he doesn't even bother to remember."
Eiko didn't look convinced. "You sure, dude? Some of his nicknames are pretty harsh."
"Oh?" Deku looked intrigued, strangely enough. "He calls you Weird Hair, right?"
Eiko nodded, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly.
Deku laughed a bit and grew a grin. "If the nickname he gives you is insulting, it means he likes you. He thinks you're tough and that you can take it." Eiko's slightly downcast look brightened immediately as Deku gave her a thumbs up.
"Honestly, Kirishima, I'm impressed. You might have the record of fastest person to ever get the 'honor' of an insulting nickname from Kacchan." Deku laughed at the absurdity of his statement.
The rest of lunch carried on mostly uneventfully from there, but then Ochako noticed Pony leaning over and asking Deku a question. They were speaking English, so she couldn't understand it, especially with how fast they were talking. She did catch a few words, most notably 'Ochako' and 'Mina'. Ochako herself tried to not look like she was eavesdropping as she ate her lunch.
After a few more sentences back and forth, Deku laughed a bit and spoke a single word in Japanese, as if he was explaining something. "Adorable."
Ochako looked up and saw Pony with a look of confusion on her face, but when he said the word her expression changed to one of comprehension.
'What are they talkin' about, I wonder…'
Ochako watched them speak energetically, and she couldn't help but smile herself. She hadn't realized how reserved and uncomfortable Pony has been until she saw her now. It made sense, of course, and Ochako felt bad for not noticing it. The American was in a foreign land, unfamiliar with the culture and language, of course she was confused and probably a little scared.
Their conversation seemed to come to a close as Pony said "Thank you, Izuku!"
The rest of the table sputtered and Bakugou nearly choked on his food right after he had sat back down. Deku saw the reactions and surprised looks on everyone's faces and laughed smiled sheepishly again. "It's a cultural thing, I swear! Americans always use first names with everybody they talk to."
"Really? Weird." Mina raised her eyebrow. Bakugou simply shrugged and went back to his food.
Pony herself was blushing from the situation she had caused. Ochako couldn't help but feel a little bad for her, but she was still smiling softly. It seemed like Deku had really helped her come out of her shell and feel more comfortable.
'She looks so cute when she's happy.' Ochako thought before she could stop herself, her eyes gazing up the girl's long, pointed horns..
She froze.
'Oh crap, do I have a thing for horns?!'
Toshinori had come to UA for two reasons. He was one of the most experienced heroes in the world, and he agreed with Nezu that he had a duty use his expertise to train the next generation of heroes. His second reason was more personal, but no less important. Toshinori had come to UA to find a successor for his quirk.
He was going to be able to keep working for years to come, but considering he was still a hero, he felt like starting now would be for the best. The longer he looked and the longer he taught, he would be able to pass on more experience and see a wider field of potential successors, so he wasn't in a huge rush. If he met five or ten classes here at UA, surely he could find someone worthy.
And if he didn't? Well, he had time.
However, he was now doubting his decision. Toshinori was standing in the UA teacher's lounge, staring at the door. He was due to get to class 1-A to begin Hero Basic Training but instead, he was frozen, deep in thought.
'Come on, Toshi. You've faced murderers, psychopaths and dragons, not to mention him . You can face a bunch of teenagers.' He slapped his trembling legs. 'Stop shaking , dammit!'
He took a deep breath and opened the door. He had waited a few minutes after the beginning of class so he could actually move through the halls without being accosted every few minutes. 'What I wouldn't give for a good disguise. I can't exactly hide when I'm this big.' He sighed.
He quickly made it to the door of 1-A's homeroom and he took a deep breath as he stopped and prepared himself. 'Alright, Toshi. You got this.'
"I AM… HERE!"
Toshinori threw the door open and took a triumphant step inside. "Coming through the door like a hero!"
The class collectively gasped as he entered. Several students cheered while others only stared. He flashed his practiced, triumphant grin as he strutted to the front of the room. He took a look around, studying his new students. As he looked to his right, he saw familiar faces.
'Ah! Young Bakugou and Young Midoriya, it is good to see they made it after all! I… I should have looked at the class roster beforehand.'
Young Midoriya in particular was wide-eyed and manic. He looked like he was trying to say something but no sounds were coming from him besides a few excited squeaks. Toshi felt a little proud that he could still elicit that reaction from him, despite them having met previously.
Finally, his mouth started working again as he stood up and pointed a finger at the hero. "So that's why you were here last year!"
"Wait, have you met All Might before?" A tall black-haired student to Young Midoriya's right asked him with an excited, toothy smile.
"Yeah! He saved me last year when a villain attacked me!" This caused further gasps and murmurings from around the room.
"Woah, All Might's the best!" A student with red, spiked hair was grinning widely.
"I know, right?!"
Toshinori cleared his throat.
Young Midoriya paled as he realized what he was doing. He bowed deeply and apologized. "Sorry, All Might!" He sat down quickly as Young Bakugou hit his own face with his hand.
"No sweat, Young Midoriya!" Toshinori gave him a thumbs up. He turned to the rest of the class, who were mostly quiet now except for a few girls giggling at the green-haired boy's antics. He recalled the speech he prepared.
"Welcome to the most important class at UA!" He proclaimed. "Think of it as Hero-ing 101! Here you will learn the basics of being a pro, and what it means to fight in the name of good!"
"Let's get into it!" Toshinori bent back, then threw his fist forward, holding a card that proudly declared 'BATTLE'! "Today's lesson… will pull no punches!"
The class reacted with excitement and shouts once again. Toshinori had this in the bag.
"But one of the keys of being a hero is…" He pointed a remote at the far wall. "Looking good!" Four compartments slid out of the wall, each holding five boxes marked with a number. The excitement in the room boiled over at this point, several of the students standing up.
"Get yourself suited up, and then meet me at Training Ground Beta!"
"Yes, sir!" The class responded in unison.
'Heh. I was worried over nothing.' Toshinori thumbed his nose.
Izuku was almost vibrating as he walked down to the locker room holding his costume case. Sure, he had gotten accepted into UA, and he had already done some impressive stuff, if he said so himself, but this was the first time it felt real . He was going to put on a hero costume and get instruction from All Might himself.
He stripped off his school uniform and unboxed the suit with impressive speed. It was a specially designed suit, months in production. The curse with transformation quirks, especially ones as drastic as his, is that they are very hard to make costumes for. Any normal costume would be torn to shreds by even a basic transformation, not to mention a full draconic transformation like his father's.
Fortunately, his family had long ago found a solution. The costume was made out of Izuku's own scales, woven together into a smooth, scale-mail-like appearance. Because it was made from his DNA, it responded when he activated his quirk, and he was safe to do whatever he needed without the fear of transforming back without pants.
The process was time-consuming, painful, and expensive, even for pro heroes. So Izuku compromised. Only the pants were made at the time, leaving the rest of his body bare. It worked for him, as a simple scale-only transformation provided him with moderate protection, and it looked pretty cool in his opinion.
The pants were mostly green, obviously, but had accenting black lines down the sides. The pattern was in obvious homage to his father, but that only made him like it more. He put on the pants and shifted his right leg. The scales changed with him, and shifted right back to normal once he let his quirk go. He grinned widely.
Izuku was one of the first ones changed, due to how simple his costume was. He gave Katsuki a hand getting one of his grenade-shaped gauntlets on and walked towards the exit, eagerly theorizing what All Might's training would be while his best friend just smirked and listened.
Japan was a very confusing place for Pony. UA was an internationally-renowned institution and she was honored to be attending, but she wished that everything wasn't so different. Her own culture was so different than Japan's, and it was proving frustrating on nearly an hourly basis. A lot of things had been brought into question and been confused since she had come to Japan.
Then Hero Basic Training happened, and Pony was more confused than ever. Her own costume was fairly modest. It was tight, but functional; she wore a skirt and pants, a headband and some stirrups over her hooves. The other girls… were less modest.
Ochako wore a black and white skin-tight suit, Mina wore a turquoise and purple skin-tight suit that was also really low cut, and then Momo was wearing a red skin-tight suit with a giant hole in the front and bare legs.
'This isn't fair.'
She opted to stand in the back of the group, and once the girls had all made their way out to the meeting area, she quickly disappeared into the fringes. Her position gave her a good angle on what happened next.
Izuku, that nice man who had been nothing but friendly to her, came walking out of the tunnel… wearing only pants.
'Shirtless, incredibly cut, tall, horns, nice, speaks English.' Pony's mind did inappropriate things before she could stop it.
'I-I think coming to Japan was a mistake.'
After Izuku exited the tunnel, Ochako and Mina seemed to take notice of the man as well. They both stopped talking and stared at Izuku, but before he saw them, Eiko ran up to him, flashing her sharp smile.
"Nice outfit, man!" Eiko smirked as she gave him a thumbs up. Her own costume was quite similar to Izuku's; mostly just pants. Eiko had boots compared to Izuku's bare feet, weird shoulder guards and a black shirt that stopped just underneath her chest, showing off her impressive abdominals, but the similarities were there.
Izuku was doing his best broccoli impression, the one Mina had gone on-and-on about that morning. "Y-you too, you h-have great taste!" Izuku returned her thumbs up while he covered his face with his other arm.
Eiko didn't seem to notice how hard Izuku was blushing and walked off with Bakugou, talking about something Pony didn't understand.
It was at this point that Izuku caught sight of Ochako and Mina, who had come up to greet him. Just as he was calming himself down, too.
She watched the three continue to stare at each other for what felt like an hour. All three of them had a blush growing slowly on their faces, be it red, purple or green. Three very attractive people, in very tight and revealing clothing, staring at each other like their brains had stopped functioning altogether. Pony began to blush as well.
'Coming to Japan was definitely a mistake.'
Izuku finally got his legs to move and peeled himself away from the very curvy women stuffed into skin-tight costumes without saying a word. He was pretty sure he was doing Mina's favorite broccoli impression, but the woman wasn't saying anything about it.
'Crap, they probably think I'm a creep for staring at them like that... I'm as bad as Mineta.'
He decided to take a look around, hoping to clear his mind by studying the other students costumes. 'Many of them appear to be favoring form over function. I suppose style is important, and there's always time to add or change things once we learn more. I don't really have to worry about that, I guess. Satou's is pretty simple, Kaminari is just wearing a jacket over his shirt, what the hell is Todoroki wearing?'
He continued to look over the rest of his classmates, taking short mental notes about them all. He was nearly done when he spotted Yaoyorozu.
'H-holy crap. That's her costume?! ' He had only just barely begun to push the blood from his face when it came rushing back. 'What is wrong with everyone here at UA?!'
'Oh no, she's looking at me. She sees me staring. Look away, Deku. Stop being a creep. They invited you to hang out yesterday and you pay them back by leering at them. You see that blush? You're making her uncomfortable. Quit it!' He stabbed himself in the palm of his hand to get himself to look away from the black-haired girl.
Izuku had never been happier to hear All Might begin to talk, which was saying something.
"They say that clothes make the pros, young ladies and gentlemen," All Might declared, "and behold, you are the proof!" The man paused to look over his class. "Take this to heart: from now on, you are all heroes in training!"
Izuku's heart swelled with pride. He was a hero in training. He was doing it.
All Might began to lecture the class. "Now that you're ready, it's time for combat training!" He cleared his throat. "Consider this: most of the villain fights you see on the news take place outside. However, statistically speaking, run-ins with the most dastardly evil-doers take place indoors."
"Think about it: backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs… Truly intelligent criminals stay hidden in the shadows. For this training exercise, you'll be split into teams of good guys and bad guys, and fight two-on-two indoor battles! It's time to show what you can do, but remember, you can't just punch a robot this time. You're dealing with actual people now."
All Might brandished a small packet of papers. "Listen up!"
'A script?'
"The situation is this: the villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in their hideout. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that, the good guys either have to catch the evil-doers or recover the weapon within the time limit. Likewise, the bad guys win if they protect their payload until time expires or capture the heroes."
All Might held a device. "Time's limited, so teams will be selected randomly!"
"Isn't there a better way?" Iida questioned as he raised his hand.
"Think about it!" Izuku explained for his teacher. "Pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot, so maybe that's the reason we're seeing that here."
"Yes, I see," Iida conceded, "life is a random series of events." He bowed low to his teacher. "Excuse my rudeness."
"No sweat! Let's draw!" All Might gave Iida a thumbs up and clicked the device in his left hand. A projection appeared with all twenty students' names on it, and quickly started scrambling them up. In the end, ten teams were displayed.
Team A: Izuku Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka
Team B: Mezou Shouji and Shouto Todoroki
Team C: Pony Tsunotori and Momo Yaoyorozu
Team D: Minoru Mineta and Tenya Iida
Team E: Yuuga Aoyama and Mina Ashido
Team F: Kouji Kouda and Rikidou Satou
Team G: Denki Kaminari and Kyouka Jirou
Team H: Fumikage Tokoyami and Tsuyu Asui
Team I: Katsuki Bakugou and Tooru Hagakure
Team J: Eiko Kirishima and Hanta Sero
Izuku's eyes went wide as Uraraka quickly made her way over to him. Neither looked at the other.
"And now, the matchups! Heroes vs. Villains!" All Might pressed another button on the device.
Team D vs. Team A
Team B vs. Team I
Team G vs. Team C
Team E vs. Team F
Team J vs. Team H
Izuku's eyes widened further as he began to sweat. 'I-I'm a villain.'
"First match is Team D as the heroes versus team A as the villains! Both teams, come with me, the rest of you, head back down the tunnel to the observation room. I'll join you there shortly." All Might turned and walked off as the other 16 students left as well.
Izuku's feet didn't move for a moment, but Uraraka prodded him on. "Come on, Deku, we got this, right?"
"R-right. Right. Yeah, we got this." He was trying to convince himself more than her.
The four students followed All Might to a five-story building deeper into the city. All Might gave Izuku and Uraraka some encouragement as he sent them inside, giving them five minutes to prepare the building.
They made their way up to a room on the fifth floor where the bomb was located and Izuku set to work planning. He took a deep breath and flexed his quirk, letting the familiar feeling of his battle transformation flow through him. His eyes glowed slightly as his horns grew; scales flowed out from his limbs, covering his entire body save for his chest and stomach. Instead, those were covered by armored tan plates.
He felt his power coursing through him, making him more confident and focused. He turned to Uraraka, who had a similar determined look on her face. 'It's good to know that we can focus around each other when we need to.'
"You look like you're thinking something, Deku." Uraraka smirked at him.
"We have the upper hand here. We know the location of the bomb and the time limit is on our side." Izuku transformed one of his arms as he reached up and smashed one of the lights on the ceiling. "Let's use our home field advantage as best we can. Iida and Mineta have formidable quirks. By limiting the battlefield and sightlines, Iida will be less effective, and by blinding them, Mineta won't know where to throw his quirk."
"But then we can't see either, Deku." She protested as he continued to break the lights.
"What do you mean?" He turned around to face her, eyes glowing slightly. "I can see just fine."
Uraraka's eyes widened slightly, but quickly flashed with confidence. "I trust you, Deku. You do what you need to here, I'll go make some obstacles for them. Slow them down."
"Good thinking, Uraraka." He pulled down the shutters on the windows to further darken the room as he finished destroying all of the lights in the room. He went out into the hallway and broke those lights as well, ensuring that the room was plunged into near-total darkness.
'All Might won't be able to see what's happening, but that's okay. This is the best plan I can think of.' As Izuku continued to work, he kept hearing strange noises from down below, like walls and floors collapsing. Time was nearly up when Uraraka returned to the room.
She wandered into the room hesitantly. "Um, Deku? I can't see anything, where ar-"
Izuku had come around one of the pillars as she entered the room. In her blind state, she crashed right into him, knocking him back as she fell on top of him at an angle, her chest on his abs.
"Oh crap, s-sorry Deku!" She was panicking, flailing her hands around as the two were tangled up together. She brushed her hand against his chest a few times in her confusion. Her left hand searched for purchase to help push her off of him. What it found was something… else.
Izuku made a sound like a squeaky toy being bitten by a dog. His quirk involuntarily released as he lost focus.
Uraraka screamed in embarrassment as she quickly slapped herself and floated off of him. Izuku was very glad that it was too dark for the camera to see anything.
The two of them waited for a few seconds in complete silence, him laying on the ground and her floating near the ceiling. All Might's declaration of "One minute until we begin!" brought them both out of their furious blush.
Uraraka let herself back down and straightened herself out. "A-All set down below. They'll have a hard time getting up here now." She smiled shakily at the darkness where she thought he was.
"G-great." He took a deep breath and refocused on his quirk, bringing his scales back out.
"Deku... Are you sure this will work?" She quickly regained her composure.
"No plan survives contact with the enemy… but I think we have a good shot. I'll explain the rest of the plan in a second, but if all else fails, we'll just follow our instincts." He smiled nervously to himself.
"Time begins now! Team D, enter the building!" All Might's voice blared through the speakers in and around the building.
The next few minutes passed in eerie quiet. Finally, Izuku got impatient and spoke up. "Uraraka, what did you do? What's taking them so long?"
"I collapsed all the stairs. They're gonna have to get creative to get up here." He saw her smile through the darkness.
Izuku smiled back, even though she couldn't see it. "Amazing."
Over twelve minutes had passed by the time Iida and Mineta made it up to their floor. Izuku let his quirk flow stronger as they approached. His head elongated as his jaw began to curve slightly. His horns flared back over his eyes and teeth grew sharp. He leapt up and clawed himself into the ceiling, hanging out of sight.
"Ready, Uraraka?"
She nodded. "Oh, uh, could you see that? Yeah, I'm ready. You weren't kidding about your voice, huh?"
She cleared her throat and deepened her voice to jokingly mimic his voice. "We'll defeat those stupid heroes in the name of evil!" Uraraka giggled.
Team D made their way to the room as All Might declared "Two minutes remaining!" Izuku saw them hesitantly stop outside the room. Izuku's draconic mouth smiled.
He holds too much pride in his brother. I can use that.
"You've finally arrived, heroes. I expected you to be faster. Pathetic ."
"M-Midoriya?" Iida instinctually took a step backwards from the deep, unsettling voice.
"Why are you here, Iida? Is it to make your brother proud?"
"W-what does that have to do with anything?"
"Think how ashamed Ingenium would be to see his little brother failing so spectacularly at something as simple as this."
"I-I-"
"Maybe after this, I'll go pay him a visit. Don't worry, I'll make sure he knows how much of a disappointment you are before I kill him."
"..."
"Time is ticking, heroes. All you have to do is touch the weapon and you win. All you have to do to fail your brother is to keep standing there like a coward ."
Izuku new how the sound of his voice could unnerve people, especially the first time they hear it. Iida acted just how Izuku hoped he would.
With a frustrated roar, Iida kicked his engines into gear and he dashed into the room, but Uraraka sprung into action from her position hidden next to the door. The blue-haired man couldn't react in time to the surprise attack and quickly had his weight stolen away from him. With nothing holding him down, he soared forward, into the air and out of control.
"Foolish hero! You will never thwart our master plan!" Ochako laughed as ominously as she could, which wasn't very.
Izuku pushed off from the ceiling, grabbing one of Iida's legs with his enlarged claw as the man sailed beneath him, wrapping the capture tape around it with his other hand. Iida blinked in the darkness and hung his head in defeat, feeling the tape wrapped around himself. Izuku gently tossed him back towards the door, allowing him to slowly float back out of the room.
Now for the wastrel.
"One down, one to go. Mineta, what will you do?"
The purple man had been standing there silent ever since Izuku had started talking. He started blabbering something incoherently as Iida floated past him and drop back on the ground as Uraraka released her quirk.
"You've lost. We know you've lost. You know you've lost."
The man continued to tremble at the sound of Izuku's draconic voice, unaware that the dragon was creeping closer to him in the darkness. Once he was close enough, Izuku slowly pulled more of his quirk out of his arm until it was over two meters long. It didn't have the strength of the transformation he used at the entrance exam, but it had the length.
"Checkmate."
Izuku quickly reached his arm through and grabbed Mineta's chest in his hand like a softball, yanking him into the room as he screamed. Izuku pushed him into the ground, pinning him under his palm as he dug his claws into the floor.
Izuku suddenly felt his quirk surge with power against his will. He clutched his head with his left hand, keeping Mineta pinned under his right.
He is worthless.
Izuku felt himself slowly moving his head closer to the boy, the fangs in his mouth beginning to drip with venom.
'Woah, it's over! I won! Calm down!'
His headache only grew in intensity as he tried to resist.
I will make him regret his actions.
'No! Positive outlets! Bend this into something heroic! Uh, okay, I've beaten him, I can use this as leverage to help him change his ways!'
His death will make them fear me.
'...W-what?'
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