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Bakugo grunted. “You’re the one that makes things float, right, Round Face? If you’re going to withdraw, do it now. You won’t get off with just an ouchy.“ Ochako snarled. I’m looking forward to making you eat dirt, you bastard.
Iida held up his arms nervously. “Midoriya-kun. What was that strategy you were going to tell Uraraka earlier to use against Bakugou?” Deku shook his head. “It’s not much, really.”
Ochako agreed. She saw it earlier, when Deku showed her his notebook, and it wasn’t even worthy of a plan B.
Deku continued muttering. “…He can use the blasts from his explosions to move around in mid-air.” And there was the fatal flaw in his plan. Even if she had managed to tag him with her Quirk, worst case, he’d gain increased mobility. Best case, she’d have time to think of a Step 2 of a bad plan. Which was why she came up with a better plan, while baiting him with Deku’s plan.
“…a pre-emptive strike!“ Deku concluded! Confident that Bakugou was hearing every word, she played along. “Withdrawing is not an option!“ she screamed as she rushed forward, winding back her arm! Here! If I can dodge here…
As she used her Secret Move “Gravity Manipulation” on herself, making her just a little lighter… and therefore, faster… She dodged the first strike, but pretended that she didn’t. Yes! I’ve got your reaction time, now.
Bakugo played his part, like an idiot puppet. Iida’s got nothing on him! Over and over, Ochako dodged his strikes, screaming in pretended pain. Over and over, Bakugo set up his own doom, giving her more ammunition, while burning up his own sweat.
Acidic Sweat, the Quirk from his father. Glycerin from the skin, extruded as sweat, from the mother. It only took a few minutes for Ochako to confirm on the Internet that, according to Hero Registration, his Quirk was an Emitter-class Quirk, which meant he metabolized his own carbon and water to make nitroglycerin. That’s why he’s so aggressive, he’s been suffering from mild dehydration ever since his Quirk awakened!
And since he liked to express that anger by using his Quirk… It was a vicious, self-feeding cycle. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost. Furthermore, his Quirk had a physical limitation. The purpose of sweat was to cool you off. You didn’t BURN it off, that only made you sweatier. And since the body had a finite amount of water it could lose before you started to slow down…
Then the moment that she’d been waiting for arrived. Bakugo could only summon mere pops. His breaths came in labored gasps. His skin was redder than a beet’s. Ochako was tired, sure, but unlike her opponent, losing her jacket helped her sweat evaporate normally. Only an idiot would think it was a mere substitution ploy! “It’s about time we ended this. Thank you, Bakugou, for not letting down your guard.”
And then she released her Quirk. Unlike the baseball from so long ago, these rocks were hovering at a set height, just out of eyesight. Bakugo saw it coming, and struggled to lift his arms above his head. His eyes bulged in desperation, but they were like lead at the end of ramen noodles! She stood there and watched as the meteor shower buried him alive. “OCHAKO URARAKA WINS! WHAT IN THE FUCK?! A METEOR SHOWER?!” Present Mic screamed in hysterical ecstasy! “You should have noticed.” Aizawa muttered.
Cementoss grumbled as he lifted rocks out of the way, then Recovery Girl did her thing. "Heat exhaustion. He'll make it," he heard her mutter. Meanwhile, he had an arena to repair.