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“Welcome spectators and watchers, to the U.A sports festival. If you’ve only just tuned in, here’s a recap for you all!”
“Our first round got off to a lightning-fast start. Our hero course’s four resident robots, yes that’s right, robots, proved that U.A needs to amend its rules regarding flight capable students, and they all blitzed the obstacle course in record time, taking the top four places before anyone else even made it past the second obstacle.”
“In the second round, Calvary Battle, our top four placers split themselves across two teams. N and Uzi teamed up with fellow 1-A student Yaoyorozu and support course student Hatsume while J and V teamed up with Midoriya and Uraraka. Katsuki and Todoroki formed a team themselves alongside other 1A students Iida and Kirishima and gen-ed student Shinso working with 1B students Monoma and Tetsutetsu and another gen-ed student, Tsutsutaka.
These are the four teams that all made it to the third round with Team Uzi simply managing to stay airborne out of enough harms way to retain their ten million points. Team V had to contend with Team Todoroki who themselves had to deal with one of their horses going rogue on them, nearly costing them the round. Team Shinso took the second-place spot in the scoring thanks to managing to convince the other teams to hand over their points and turn on each other. Not sure how they did that, but their classmates don’t seem to have been thrilled with them. And now, the third stage, the one-on-one tournament, is about to begin!”
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The between Uzi and Tsutsutaka didn’t take long at all, the gen-ed student having failed his first attack before Uzi countered and punched him hard enough to leave the boy bent over double and throwing in the towel.
After that fight came the fight between J and Todoroki. The disassembly drone had charged Todoroki, flying towards him at speed but Todoroki quite literally generated a mountain of ice that J’s legs got caught in. The sudden stop combined with J’s inertia resulted in her trapped legs being forcibly separated from the rest of her body and before Midnight could call the match, Todoroki generated even more ice that trapped J’s arms.
While Todoroki had won, the crowds were muttering among themselves and in some cases, even booing Todoroki as he walked away, uncaring about the state he had left J in. Once the arena was cleared and J was taken to the maintenance room for all the Copper-9 drones, Momo defeated Uraraka in a close match before Kirishima edged out a win against Tetsutetsu, the second half of the first round then started with Iida winning his ‘match’ with Hatsume and then it was time for N’s fight against someone who very much had a chip on his shoulder…
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Explosions ripped through the sky and tore the arena floor apart as V dodged blast after blast. “Hold still you bastard!” Katsuki snarled as N dodged another blast.
“No thanks.” The disassembly drone said, dodging and weaving with ease. Katsuki had tried several different types of attacks, including trying to close the distance for close range combat but nothing he tries had worked. With a scream, Bakugou fired half a dozen explosions in conjunction and for a moment, it seemed that the berserker had finally made an impact given that N had vanished in the smoke generated.
That belief ended when N soared out towards Katsuki at speed, too fast for him to counter in time before N grabbed Katsuki by the shoulder and spun around with enough force to send him hurtling over the edge.
“Bakugou is out, N wins.” Midnight declared as the crowd cheered. N sheepishly smiled and gave a wave to the crowds.
And then an explosion hit him in the back. “WE AREN’T DONE YOU FUCK!” Katsuki screamed as he rushed back onto the arena, using more explosions to propel himself towards N. Had Katsuki not been consumed with rage however, he would have seen that N had already recovered and as soon as Katsuki was close enough, N grabbed him by the throat.
“Get off me, you piece of shit!” Katsuki snapped even as Midnight’s quirk filled the arena. N simply held Katsuki in place, using his free arm to knock away Katsuki’s arms and his aim until the blonde fell unconscious.
“Well someone doesn’t like losing.” N said, slightly annoyed, as he dragged Katsuki’s body off the arena floor.
And as she was called for her fight V quickly reminded herself that she was facing someone she was very much looking forward to fighting…
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“So, the time has finally come for the student of the superior class 1-B to face one of the shining examples of 1-A’s inferiority!” Neito Monoma declares with no small amount of arrogance. “How does it feel to be in the presence of someone better than you?”
V said nothing in response, simply inspecting her fingers before Monoma spoke again. “What is this? Do you think yourself so high and mighty that you think responding to me is beneath you? Such arrogance from something that doesn’t belong in this prestigious school to begin with.”
V simply glanced at Monoma before looking away again, the blonde’s eye twitching before opening his mouth again only for Midnight to cut him off. “Both ready?” The teacher said in a way that suggested she was done listening to Monoma. Monoma simply took a combative stance, V still looking disinterested. “BEGIN!”
Monoma made the first move, his skin turning to steel as he charged forward, enlarged hands spinning like drills. The 1-B student laughed as he approached. “Behold the power of class 1-B!” Monoma thrusted a hand forward, intent on showing his superiority.
And then V moved.
The drone easily dodged Monoma’s attack, darting round his back and kicking him in the back of the knee with enough force to cause him to collapse. V then grabbed Monoma by the collar and with her robotic strength, spun him round and simply threw Monoma off the arena. “Some superiority.” V snarked at Monoma as the blonde stared dumbfounded, unable to comprehend how easily he had been beaten, the fact that he had lost in such a similar way to Katsuki was not lost on him either.
What happened next however would be a significant moment for the festival as a whole…
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Shinso Hitoshi stared at his opponent. No, not his opponent. At a useless, waste of space freak, who didn’t deserve the place that was rightfully his. And once this fight was over, everyone would know that. So what if several of his classmates made it clear that they wanted nothing to do with him after what he did during the first two rounds? It was their fault for acting like they were better than him with their non-villainous quirks, not even bothering to train their quirks. Who cares about what they thought?
As soon as Midnight declared the match started, Shinso immediately fell back on his main tactic, one that hadn’t failed yet. “So then Null.” He sneered at Izuku. “I have to ask, have your parents killed themselves yet from the shame of having a freak like you for a child?” Izuku’s eyes narrowed in anger at what Shinso said and had the purplette bothered to look, he would have seen Midnight look at him in disgust. “Tell me, did Nezu take pity on you? Decide he should let a charity case take something that it doesn’t deserve?” Izuku was approaching Shinso now who in turn, was backing up to try and buy more time for himself. “Did you have to (CENSORED FOR YOUNGER READERS) to get my spot Null?”
Izuku was within half a dozen metres now and he was quite noticeably angry. “Your father should have worn protection, or at the very least-” Izuku grabbed Shinso. “-KILLED YOU IN YOUR CRIB!”
“WILL YOU SHUT YOUR M-.”
Silence. His quirk having hold at last, Shinso smiled. “I should just send you off the arena.” The boy said before leaning into Izuku’s ear and whispering quietly enough to keep Midnight from hearing. “But I think this will be more… satisfying. I want you. To break. Your. Leg.”
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V was confused when she saw Izuku release Hitoshi, more so when he reached for his leg. Confusion quickly turned to horror when a loud crack echoed in the stadium and Izuku collapsed screaming. Before she could do anything however, Izuku’s opponent then proceeded to stamp on the injury before grabbing Izuku’s collar and dragging him to the edge.
“Shinso Hitoshi is disqualified!” Midnight’s voice cried out. “Medics to the arena now!” V could see Shinso argue with the teacher, but she didn’t care right now. Taking flight, V rushed to the arena and grabbed Izuku gently, the boy giving a slight gasp of pain as she picked him up. “I’ll take him to Recovery Girl.” V said as calmly as she could manage. Midnight giving a nod of approval before V carried Izuku out of the stadium, glancing back only to see the purple haired asshole looking like as if he had been the wronged party.
As much as she wanted to disembowel the brat, V had more pressing concerns right now.
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Thankfully Recovery Girl’s quirk fixed most of the damage to Izuku’s leg, but she insisted on keeping him under observation as while she had prevented permanent damage, there was still some minor damage that Recovery Girl wanted Izuku off his feet for before he had the the stamina for the heroine to use her quirk again. “You don’t have to stay.” Izuku told V, the drone looking at him in genuine concern.
“I can spare a few minutes.” V replied as the match between Uzi and Todoroki began. V laughed for a second before speaking again. “Hah, before coming to this planet, I don’t think I would have cared for someone like this.”
“Uzi. I trust you.” The drone recalled herself saying right before a fight that very nearly claimed her life.
“Bar a couple of exceptions of course.” V quickly said. The two silent for a second. “Thank you.” Izuku whispered, V looking at the human for a moment before Present Mic’s voice drew both of their attention to the television. “Huh. What do you know. Todoroki can use fire.”
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“You told him about Cyn?” V said to Uzi after the latter told her about the fight, V having returned to the stands once Momo won her fight with Kirishima.
“Not exactly.” Uzi replied. “I told him my power came from something far worse than his dick dad and I was okay using it because it wasn’t that thing’s power, it’s mine.” Uzi’s attention was drawn to the stadium as N won his fight with Iida. “Well that hardly surprising.” Uzi said before her digital eyes narrowed. “Wait, what’s he doing there?” Looking at the arena herself, V saw Shinso Hitoshi approaching from the opposing side to the one Iida and N were leaving.
Even as the crowds began to boo, Shota Aizawa’s voice came over the loudspeakers. “Shinso Hitoshi won his match fair and square. He has done nothing to warrant his wrongful disqualification and he is here to compete and if his opponent is not in the arena within the next minute, it will be disqualified for wasting time.”
“Blatant favouritism right there.” Uzi growled before V spread her wings and took off to the arena floor. When Uzi saw the dis- the murder drone land hard enough to crack the floor, she couldn’t help but smirk. “Oh, she’s going to enjoy this.”
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“Typical, you’re trying to overrule the one person who believes in me because of my ‘villainous quirk’. I thought a teacher at U.A would know better.” Shinso sneered at Midnight, the R-rated hero about to have an aneurysm before V slammed onto the arena floor.
“I’ll fight him.” V said to Midnight, the teacher noticing the determined tone to the drone’s voice. Midnight gave a slight smile before turning to Shinso. “Take your place. You’re getting your fight.”
The crowds were confused for a second, V not paying attention as Present Mic announced that Aizawa had been removed from his commentator's position. “So, the walking scrap pile’s decided to grace me with it’s presence.” Shinso sneered. “Don’t know why anyone thinks a pathetic droid should be treated like a living being.” V didn’t respond even as Midnight declared the match’s beginning, Shinso frowning as the machine continued to stand in its position. “What’s wrong? Voice box rusted over? Or are you afraid?” Shinso chuckled at that. “Or at least as afraid as something that isn’t even alive can be?”
V’s response to that was simply to smile slightly before the eyes on her visor were replaced with a message. One that chilled Shinso to his core.
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V then slammed a pointed leg forward, cracking the ground, then repeated the process with each step she took, the message on her visor now gone and replaced with an expression that promised violence, V’s mouth curled in sheer sadism. “You pathetic shit.” Shinso screamed as he backed up. “Useless trash can. You shouldn’t exist.” V continued her approach and Shinso realised that she was outpacing him, every step the drone took leaving a small hole in the ground as V closed the gap to a couple of metres. “You-you DAMNIT SAY SOMETHING YOU FUCKING ROBOT WHORE!”
Even if Shinso had heard the gasps of the crowd, he would not have been concerned as a moment after his last shout, Shinso’s face was grabbed, his mouth firmly in V’s grip.
“I wonder.” V said, the trademark ‘X’ associated with disassembly drones now on her face. “Is it your quirk that people call villainous?” The drone drew Shinso in close to the point that she nearly head butted him. “Or is it just you?”
V then lifted her opponent into the air and slammed him hard into the ground. Pulling away, V stepped back and looked in satisfaction when Shinso tried, and failed, to pull himself back up before collapsing. “Hitoshi Shinso has been defeated.” Midnight declared. “V is the winner.” The drone smiled as the crowds cheered her, giving a bow as they called her name.
“Bitch.” Shinso muttered before finally getting up only for Midnight approach him, a finger on her earpiece. “You’re coming with me.” She told the boy. “Nezu wants words with you.” As the teacher led the boy off the arena to where Ectoplasm was waiting to take Shinso off Midnight’s hands, V couldn’t help but feel some satisfaction in knowing that Shinso was about to face the consequences of his actions.
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She had failed. Feeling the grass in her back, all Momo could think of was that she had lost. Failed. She had given it her all against Uzi and she was still beaten. “Need a hand up?” A voice said from above Momo and the girl shook herself out of her despair to see Uzi above her, holding out her hand with a smile on her face. “Good fight.” The drone said. “Nearly had me a few times.” Confused, Momo took the girl’s hand and almost immediately, the crowd broke into cheer.
Looking round after being pulled up, Momo saw that the arena had been devastated. Cracks, scorch marks and even craters littered the ground. “Did we do that?” The heiress whispered.
Uzi snorted from next to her. “Most of that was you.” She said. “Not even that mutt that got kicked out of the class can make an explosion like the ones you pulled off with that brain of yours.” Momo glanced at the four-tube rocket launcher she had created during the match, cut in half by one of Uzi’s attacks but not before the ammo inside had been spent. In the heat of battle, Momo had honestly forgotten she had even made the weapon.
“Come on.” Uzi said to Momo. “You’ve put on a better fight that literally any other human here. Celebrate.” Uzi then held Momo’s arm in the air, breaking the crowd into cheering again and for the first time in a while, Momo Yaoyorozu felt truly proud of herself.
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Led in by Ectoplasm, Shinso found Nezu staring at him the moment he entered the principal’s office yet he wasn’t concerned as Eraserhead followed him in. “I don’t recall asking you to be here.” Nezu told the erasure hero before glancing at Ectoplasm who nodded wordlessly before exiting the room to wait outside. Shinso sat down in one of the seats in front of Nezu’s desk while Aizawa remained standing, Nezu silently noting that the man had to look down on him to make eye contact with the principal. Wonder what that says about his respect for me. Nezu pondered before speaking. “Answer me this Shinso Hitoshi. When Katsuki Bakugou was transferred to general education, out of those who tried for the hero course and fell short, why was Toru Hagakure chosen to take his place and not you?”
Shinso’s response was immediate. “Because you wanted someone with a flashy heroic quirk instead of someone with a villainous quirk, regardless of how much they deserved that place.”
Nezu internally noted on how quickly Shinso had jumped to that answer before turning the computer screen on his desk round so Shinso and Aizawa could see. On the screen, a seemingly empty set of girl’s gym clothes dodged their way around varying robots, hitting deactivation switches before the screen changed to show Shinso himself who tried to use his quirk on a robot before turning round when it failed to work, the screen switching to another view showing Shinso walking out of the test site. “The reason we picked Hagakure is because she put in the effort and out of all those who failed to pass the entrance exam, earned the most points. You, Shinso Hitoshi, gave up at the first sign of difficulty.”
“The entrance exam is biased against those who don’t have ‘flashy’ quirks.” Aizawa interrupted before Nezu snapped his attention to the underground hero. “And yet plenty of students who match that description managed just fine.” Nezu said. “Such as, for example, Mashirao Ojiro. He just has a simple tail mutation but his martial arts skills make him a formidable fighter, possibly the best in your class Eraserhead. How about 1-B’s Sen Kaibara? His quirk lets him rotate his limbs. Not particularly effective against robot’s significantly heavier than him.” Nezu then made sure to look at Shinso for this last one. “And finally, Izuku Midoriya.”
If Shinso had wanted to keep Nezu from seeing the sheer disgust on his face at hearing that name, he had done a very poor job of it. “Is something wrong?” Nezu glanced at Eraserhead, even the apathetic teacher has seen the blatantly obvious trap Nezu had laid.
And yet Shinso didn’t. “Damn null shouldn’t even be here. He doesn’t deserve to be in this school. Freak like him should have died like any quirkless bastard should.”
Nezu chuckled.
It was not a nice chuckle. It was the kind of chuckle that people have when they wanted others to realise just how fucked they were. “I read your file out of curiosity after you gave up even trying to take part in the entrance exam.” Nezu said. “I then contacted your old school, your former principal told me that a fellow student of yours referred to your quirk as villainous once as a joke. Once. Not even serious, and no-one referred to your quirk as such again. He then went on to say on how you used your quirk to sabotage the efforts of other students unprovoked and that you threatened your teachers, more than once, for discrimination when they tried to take action.”
Shinso was about to interrupt but Nezu continued. “When you entered U.A, several of your new classmates tried to befriend you, classmates that you rebuffed every time and have on more than one occasion, you have mocked them for a number of reasons, including for having a non-villainous quirk, which is interesting as no-one in your class has ever brought up any kind of topic regarding villainous and non-villainous quirks. No-one except you.”
“Those same classmates that tried to befriend you are the same people whose efforts you sabotaged in the first two rounds of the sports festival. Partly because, against the rules that apply to every competing student, you used your quirk on several other students before the start of the first and second rounds. People who had tried to respect you, tried to work with you and in the end, you chose to betray that respect.” Nezu held his breath for a moment, waiting to see what Shinso would say.
“It’s not my fault they’re too stupid to mind their own business.” The brat sneered. “If they really wanted to enter the hero course, then they wouldn’t be wasting time trying to make friends.”
Nezu gave a smile that could rival V’s in sheer sadism before pulling a sheet of paper from under his desk. “Most of those students are fine being in general education and have no interest in heroics. And for those students who have tried to put up with your attitude, your act of betrayal was the last straw. This was handed to me before the start of the third event. It is signed by more than eighty percent of all the first-year general education students. They want you gone.”
Aizawa grabbed the paper quicker than Nezu expected. “You can’t seriously be considering this.” Aizawa said. “These children just can’t recognise potential when they see it.”
Again, Nezu chuckled. “Because you’re so good at that right? Never mind that Izuku has personally studied under me. Trained relentlessly for nearly a year in order to be ready for the entrance exam. Proved to be one of the most intellectually gifted students I’ve seen in years. But oh no, he has no quirk so nothing else matters and he’s worthless, right Shouta Aizawa?”
The homeroom teacher flinched at that before Nezu spoke up again. “Make no mistake Shinso Hitoshi, you have proven you don’t have what it takes to be a hero.”
“Oh great, even you’re discriminating against me because of my quirk.” The boy snapped without thinking.
“YOUR QUIRK HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS, BOY!” The principal of U.A suddenly shouted, the outburst actually shocking Shinso out of his intention to use his quirk on Nezu without any consideration as to how badly such an action would go for him. “Your quirk is not the problem.” Nezu continued after composing himself. “It never was. Your attitude, on the other hand, is. The moment you told Izuku Midoriya to break his leg (How the hell did the rat know that? Shinso thought.) you proved that don’t have a heroic bone in your body.” Nezu reclaimed the paper from Aizawa before revealing another paper. “This is a transfer to the general education class of another school. You have alienated every single person who has tried to help you. Your actions in the festival were nothing short of deplorable and quite frankly Shinso, it is in this school’s interests to have you removed. This is the only mercy you have available to you Shinso. I strongly suggest you take it.”
Shinso’s response left Nezu disappointed and as the boy stormed out of Nezu’s office, Eraserhead following him. Nezu gave an irritated sigh before placing the transfer paper that Shinso destroyed in his waste bin before he began to fill in the boy’s expulsion papers even as he heard Midnight declare an end to N and V’s match…
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The fight between N and V had several major factors that no other fight so far had so far. Both fighters had near-identical abilities. They both had limited regenerative capabilities. They both could survive and even shrug off attacks that would be fatal to a human. And finally, they both knew all of those facts.
As a result, the fight between the two disassembly drones was the most brutal fight so far with the two of them literally shooting and stabbing each other. A couple of times, V could be heard laughing, having finally been given the chance to go all out against an opponent. By the time the fight was over, both drones had body parts sliced, shot or even removed altogether. V had lost a wing, a deep cut in her opposing arm with three bullet wounds in her leg and a crack in her visor distorting her eyes.
N in the meantime had a hole puncture all the way through his arm thank’s to V’s tail, a gash in his opposing shoulder, and one of his bullet-shot legs was currently on the opposing side of the arena, cut off just above the knee. “Great match V.” The male drone said cheerfully despite having been the one to lose. V couldn’t help but giggle at her friend’s cheerfulness. “Come on, let’s get you to maintenance.”
“Hatsume’s not going to be there is she?” N groaned. “That girl scares me.” V recalled seeing the pink-haired support student practically humping N’s leg the first time the disassembly drones had met her and smiled. “I think that girl scares all of us.”
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If the crowds thought the match between Uzi and Momo was destructive, and the fight between N and V was brutal, then they were surprised when the final turned out to be both. V had shown little mercy to the maintenance drone, blades carving into the ground where Uzi had avoided or redirected them, pockmarks where bullets had hit the arena floor and of course, portions of missing floor now debris scattered around where Uzi had used her symbols to turn parts of the arena floor into impromptu weapons.
Despite, or because of the two’s efforts, both drones had taken significant damage. Uzi’s left leg had a gash in it, exposing internal components and leaving her limping while her torso’s casing had three slash marks across it where V had managed to rake her claws over Uzi. V herself was also damaged; the silver-haired drone having lost her tail during the fight. One of the optical sensors atop her head had been broken and V’s left forearm had also been severed, leaving her with a reduced arsenal but still more than able to fight.
By the time the fight reached its final stage, both drones were airborne and continuing to fight mid-air as the arena had been damaged to the point that it was no longer usable. In the end, the fight came down to one decisive move. V charged at Uzi, dodging thrown symbols that would have immobilised or cut through her before smacking Uzi with her cut arm as a distraction before engaging the blade in her remaining intact arm only to find Uzi’s tail holding said limb.
Before V could react, Uzi threw another symbol, severing V’s repaired wing from her body (“We just reattached that!” J shouted from where she was watching in maintenance.) before swinging V down, V doing what she could with her remaining wing to control her crash only to feel Uzi’s good foot kick her in the back, sending V careening into the ground uncontrollably and kicking up a cloud of dust upon impact.
Uzi landed on one of the few sections of the arena still intact as the dust settled, showing V hunched over as her damaged arm and wing sparked. V was clearly not in good shape but the drone was smiling all the same. “Good fight Uzi.” She said before nodding at Midnight, the teacher understanding the message.
“V is unable to continue. Your winner of the year 1 tournament is Uzi Doorman.” As the crowds cheered, Khan entered the arena leading a group of maintenance drones with a couple of stretchers that Uzi and V both laid on, the two respectfully smiling at one another before fist bumping, the crowds still cheering as the two were carted off.
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“I have already expelled one student because of the many mistakes he made today, I am not above expelling another.”
Those words played in Katsuki Bakugou’s head repeatedly. What a load of shit. He never made mistakes. He was destined to be the number one hero. The uncontested strongest. And the Rat Bastard dared to challenge him?
Fuck. That.
Every single person in U.A were one of three things. Katsuki himself, All Might, or a worthless extra. Wait, there were four things. There was also Deku and those useless robot bastards he hung out with.
How dare Deku stop coming to Aldera. How dare he enter U.A and how dare he think he could be anything other than a useless pebble for him to grind into dust. Fucker should think himself lucky we didn’t fight in the arena, I’d have done far worse to him than break his leg. Katsuki thought viciously.
But his anger didn’t stop at Deku. Ever since coming to U.A, every single extra had failed to recognise his greatness, that he would be the strongest. Yet his teachers refused to recognise that, none of the pebbles refused to respect him and when he had rightfully tried to put Deku in his place, it got Katsuki kicked out of the heroics class.
No. There were three things in life that Katsuki knew that not even the useless teachers recognised. One: Heroes defeated villains. Nothing else mattered, certainly not less-than-useless extras who were too weak to save themselves. If they got in the way of a hero doing their job, then they deserved to die.
Two: The strongest got to make the rules. It was a way of life really, whoever was the strongest could not be beaten by anyone. So why shouldn’t they impose what they thought were the rules on all the weak extras?
Three: Katsuki Bakugou would be the strongest without exception. All Might was an obstacle to overcome and once Katsuki had accomplished that, he would be the strongest person on the planet without equal. Everyone would have to bow to him and he looked forward to imposing his word, his law, on the worthless extras.
Katsuki smiled at the excitement he felt. He would destroy U.A for disrespecting him, force those robot fucks to kill themselves and he would make a public spectacle of himself slowly beating Deku to death.
Like a hero should.
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Even as Katsuki’s delusional thoughts ran through his mind, the award ceremony continued on with Momo and N stood together on the third-place podium with V and Uzi on the second and first place podiums respectively, all three drones fully repaired and as All Might handed them their medals, the group couldn’t help but wonder just where they would go from here.
Momo wondered just what people would think of the only human to make it to the top four of the festival.
N wondered what was going to be for lunch. He liked those oil-fried bolts that only Lunch Rush seemed to get just right.
V wondered if she would be able to spend a bit of time with Izuku later on.
And Uzi wondered if she could get a full maintenance check later on to see what that laugh that she heard during her match with V was…
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