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"Itadori, the school uniform has been delivered."
Momo had already opened the door to Itadori's room with practiced ease, handing him a gray school uniform neatly packed in a transparent bag.
"This past month has been stifling for me," Itadori said, taking the uniform from Momo.
He had thought he only needed a month to avoid police attention in the area, but during this time, Itadori had been living quite a leisurely life. Especially with the unexpected connection he had developed with Momo.
But for someone who craves thrill and challenges, constantly pushing his own limits, a peaceful existence was almost unbearable.
"Are there just three days left? I'm really looking forward to it."
Itadori tossed the uniform onto the sofa beside him.
"Looking forward to U.A.? Me too. It's a place filled with elites who've risen from candidates all over the country."
Momo clasped her hands together, her face bright with anticipation.
Itadori's lips curved into a slight grin as he suddenly grabbed her hand, leaning back and pulling her onto the sofa. Before Momo could react, he closed the gap, capturing her lips, and in the next moment, a familiar warmth filled her.
"Mmmm~" Momo moaned, wrapped her hands around Itadori's neck and started moving her a*s, rubbing her p*ssy against his crotch.
Momo was no longer a shy girl, after getting the taste of Itadori's d*cl she was completely in love with him and his d*ck.
"Ummm~ Slurp~ Fuck me~" She said as she pulled her skirt up in a seductive way, telling Itadori to fuck her p*ssy.
"With pleasure~"
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In an underground bar, a man in a bartender's uniform stood. His face and body were shrouded in a black and purple mist, revealing only slender golden eyes.
Across from him sat a young man, no older than seventeen, his face partially obscured by his palm.
Suddenly, the TV behind them flickered on, making it hard to make out the figure on screen.
After a moment, a low, hoarse voice came from the TV, "Tomura, Kurogiri, are you ready for the invasion plan at U.A.?"
Tomura Shigaraki twisted around to face the screen, spreading his hands wide, "Don't worry, Sensei. With the weapon you've given me, I can definitely kill that 'Symbol of Peace,' All Might!"
Shigaraki's voice was hoarse, laced with barely contained excitement.
The man on the TV—Shigaraki's teacher and All Might's nemesis, All For One—responded, "This isn't just about killing All Might; it's also part of your training. But there's another person I have my eye on."
"Huh?"
Shigaraki made a puzzled sound.
Kurogiri added, "You're referring to the student named Itadori, whom Yilan mentioned."
"According to Yilan's intel, he's been laying low recently after attracting police attention. We've lost direct contact with him."
All For One's tone held a note of curiosity, "Despite being a student of U.A., he's shown a willingness to pursue power through any means necessary. Heh…"
"I'm quite interested in this one. When the operation begins, Kurogiri, keep an eye on his actions."
As he spoke, All For One chuckled, a sound bordering on madness.
Shigaraki scratched at his neck, irritation simmering in his voice, "He's just a lunatic obsessed with power. He has no ideals."
"Lunatics are dangerous in their own way, Tomura." All For One chided, "But you must learn to control all kinds of people. Once you master that, you'll grow even stronger."
Though still confused and somewhat resentful, Shigaraki never questioned All For One's words.
"Haha! If one day, a hero candidate that All Might respects stands at the pinnacle of villainy…" All For One laughed again, his tone unhinged.
To him, seeing All Might in despair was the ultimate satisfaction.
But at the same time, this narrow vision—focused solely on one man—was part of why Itadori looked down on All For One.
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Three days later, at U.A. High School…
"So this is U.A.? It may not be as luxurious as the girls' school I attended before, but I can feel the atmosphere of hero training here."
Itadori and Momo, both dressed in U.A.'s school uniform, sat side by side in the corridor.
Momo, as always, exuded an unintentional air of wealth and poise.
"Here we are, Class 1-A."
Itadori suddenly stopped and nodded toward Momo.
On the door of the absurdly large classroom in front of them, "1-A" was written in bold red letters.
"Whew…"
Momo placed her right hand on her collar and took a deep breath.
"Nervous?"
Itadori glanced at her.
"A little, but I'm fine now."
Momo smiled gently. Whatever challenges U.A. held, they couldn't be as terrifying as the wanted criminals she had faced alongside Itadori.
As they opened the classroom door, a loud thud sounded, as if something had hit the wall.
The scene felt oddly familiar to Itadori and Momo.
Sure enough, they saw Yoarashi Inasa standing at attention, arms and legs ramrod straight, practically shouting, "I'm so excited to spend the most passionate school life here in Japan!"
"Such an exaggerated entrance…" Several students in the classroom muttered under their breath.
"Hello, I'm Tenya Iida, a graduate of Soumei Private Middle School!" A tall, muscular student with glasses greeted loudly.
"Please take care of me!"
Yoarashi Inasa replied just as loudly, bowing deeply, "Hello, everyone! I am Yoarashi Inasa, and I'm thrilled to be here at U.A.!"
"Huh? Isn't U.A. supposed to be for elites? You must be quite skilled then."
A mocking voice rang out as Bakugo Katsuki, legs crossed on the desk, looked over, grinning with defiance.
"Don't put your feet on the desk! Show some respect for our school and the people who made those desks!" Iida reprimanded sharply.
"Huh?"
Bakugo glared, ready to snap back.
But someone acted before him.
"In a class of twenty, three loudmouths…this could be interesting." Itadori said, catching the attention of everyone as he stepped into the room.
"Oh! Itadori ! Momo-san! Long time no see!" Yoarashi shouted excitedly.
"It's you, loudmouth!" Bakugo spat, anger flashing as he jumped onto his desk.
Todoroki Shoto, sitting in the back row, raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
Itadori walked in with a smirk, "I don't mind a little excitement, but I don't like noise."
"You want a piece of me, you punk? I'll take you down first!"
Bakugo held his hands out, tiny explosions crackling.
The word "slaughter" triggered an unsettling feeling among several classmates. Did this guy really want to be a hero?
In the midst of this, Itadori and Bakugo faced off, ignoring Izuku Midoriya and another girl with a round face entering the room.
Just as Bakugo prepared to pounce, he froze, a look of shock on his face. He couldn't feel his Quirk!
A lazy voice spoke from behind Midoriya at the door, "At U.A., if you use violence, especially with your Quirk, the penalty is suspension at minimum."
Everyone, including Midoriya and Ochako Uraraka, turned to see Aizawa Shota, looking disheveled and half-asleep, entering the room.
"Took you thirteen seconds to stop."
Pulling himself from his sleeping bag, Aizawa walked to the podium, "Are you all really here with the determination to become heroes?"
Itadori scanned the room, counting twenty students. It seemed he and Yoarashi's presence meant two original students were either moved or disqualified.
After a moment, he let out a quiet chuckle.
"Hmm? What's so funny?" Aizawa asked, frowning.