《What's A Koopa To Do? (My Hero Academia/Bowser Self-Insert Story)》Chapter 10: Battle Trial Day
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Mineta Minoru
After Bowser left, Mineta clenched his fists.
“That jerk,” Mineta mumbled. “What does he know, anyways?”
The giant dragon-turtle seemed to dislike him a lot. As in, everytime Bowser saw him, his eyes would tighten just a bit with disgust. It was infuriating!
And the things he said just… Mineta took one of his balls off his head, ignoring the slight pain that followed it coming off from his scalp and stared at it. He remembered the way Bowser kept sighing everytime he saw him. Like Mineta was just some pile of garbage he had to deal with! And what he’d said before.
“Yeah, if you don’t run away at the first sign of trouble.”
“...Sigh. This damn kid…”
“Do you have NO redeeming features at all?”
“Stupid turtle,” Mineta said under his breath, clutching the purple orb in his hand. “He doesn’t even know me. What gives him the right!?”
If only he’d been on a team with one of the girls. Like that Momo babe. All Mineta wanted was to be a cool hero so he could impress girls. Was there something wrong with that?
He’d show Bowser! He’d show him how awesome he was when he secured the win while Bowser was wasting time running around-!
An explosion shook the building. Mineta staggered. “Ya!”
More explosions, then loud laughter echoed in the halls outside, the sound of ice cracking.
Okay, so maybe he wasn’t wasting time.
Before Mineta could contemplate that further, a sound came from down the hall.
“Eeeeeee,” he let out a nervous sound. If Bowser and Todoroki were fighting, then that left Shoji. Shoji the tall, super-strong, multi-armed hero... Mineta smacked his cheeks.
“Okay, okay, okay! Man up!” he shouted to himself. He set his feet and ran forward, slipping a bit on the ice left by Todoroki’s earlier attack. He ran along the hallway, clenching his teeth. He had a plan! Shoji was strong, but all he had to do was stop him from reaching the bomb. That was perfect for him!
Mineta approached a corner, and stopped running to slide on the ice, taking one of his sticky balls into his hand. The second he was at the corner, he attached the ball to it, turning a forward slide into a drift around the corner. He must have looked so cool!
Then he saw Shoji, who was just coming up the stairs down the hall. The muscular student was taking his time on the steps, the sounds of ice cracking under his feet being the sound Mineta had been hearing all along. Shoji noticed him.
Mineta froze. Shoji didn’t.
The tall student rushed forward, slipping on the ice but reaching out for him with his top-most arm.
“Yaaaaa!” Mineta scrambled back, tossing a sticky ball that landed in Shoji’s palm, ducking under the outstretched arm that tried to grab him, only to get punched by the bottom one. “Gah!” Mineta shouted in pain as he was sent flying back, reflexively tossing one of his violet balls at Shoji’s foot, attaching to the ground. The hand that Mineta had thrown a ball into brushed against a wall and stuck fast.
“Haha!” Mineta said, before coughing and clenching his gut. “Haaaaa! That really hurt!”
“I am sorry,” Shoji said calmly from a mouth that grew from his bottom right arm even as he tried to pull his hand from the wall. “I was trying to knock you out in a single blow.”
Mineta scowled at him. “Well you failed! And now you’re-” the sound of cracking ice was followed by stone shattering. “Trapped?”
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Shoji lifted his foot with a grunt of effort, taking a big chunk of ice with it. He pulled his topmost arm from the wall, and the concrete cracked apart, leaving Shoji with a big stone attached to his palm.
“...I’m in trouble,” Mineta said weakly.
“Yes, but I will try not to hurt you too much.”
Shoji grew his arm out and lashed out at him. Mineta squeaked, jumping back and tossing another ball at Shoji’s foot, then another at his hand. “No! I can stop you!”
The multi-armed hero didn’t respond. Mineta scowled. Looking down on him! Fine! He’d show him! He’d show everyone he could do this!
He clenched his balls metaphorically and literally, and tossed them quickly at Shoji, who ran towards him with arms outstretched. Mineta blinked away some tears, screamed in fear, and jumped into the air, purple flashes as he ripped ball after ball from his scalp. He would do it! He’d prove he could be a cool hero! And once he did...
“Yaaaaa!” Mineta attached Shoji’s feet to the floor, took a blow to the face while sticking two of Shoji’s arms to the ceiling, the sound of concrete cracking and sticky balls squishing filling the air.
Once he proved it, then the girls would be rolling in!
With the promise of potential babes, Mineta dug his heels in for the fight of his life!
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Back with the class
“Man, who knew the little guy had that much fight in him?” Kamanari commented.
“Shoji’s still gonna beat him black and blue though,” Sato noted as Shoji continued to push towards Mineta, ripping apart the walls as he did, all the while trying to dodge the purple balls.
“If he can catch him,” Kamanari reminded him.
“And in the end, fighting is not the objective,” Momo said. “The bomb is. As long as Mineta can hold him back, they might be able to win.”
“Unless Shoto takes out Bowser,” Kirishima said, though he had a wide grin as he watched the fight in question. “Ahhhh, they’re going at it with such passion!” Kirishima clenched his fist enthusiastically. “Look at them go!”
Shoto slid on his ice at high-speed as Bowser charged him, the dragon turtle clawing through wall after wall as he laughed. Through the screen, they could all hear his voice.
“I am the terror that fires up the night! I am the spike that pierces your shoe! I am the battering ram that wrecks walls of goodness! I! AM! BOWSER! KOOPA!”
Sero sighed, facepalming. “God, those are such dorky lines.”
“How uncool,” Tokoyami sighed, shaking his head.
“Ahhhh!” Iida clenched a fist, tears in his eyes. “I’ve inspired him! I’m so happy!”
“Calm down, dude,” Kirishima said to the taller young man.
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Koopa Bowser
I smashed through another ice pillar, grinning as I felt the chill air, then unleashed flames in Shoto’s direction. He went sliding along the floor, moving in a circle around me as I followed with my fire.
I was in trouble. Shoto’s ice seemed to be without limit. I had been rushing towards him, claws and fire blazing, and his speedy ass kept on dodging and ice sliding around, ‘surfing’ on waves of ice, all while smashing me with his own ice. He kept trying to get close to get a hand on me, but I wasn’t letting that happen. The second he got a solid grip on me, he might pull what he’d done with the Nomu on me, turn part of my body to ice. Then I’d be fucked.
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My flames were beginning to falter. I could pour it on better than, say, in the Smash Bros. games, but by now my throat and belly were starting to hurt just a bit from the constant blasts. Not enough to stop me, but noticeable.
And somehow, the more heat I poured on, the more Shoto seemed to get invigorated. The kid didn’t seem to care about the fire I was blazing. Man, Pokemon lied to me.
But even so, I felt like I was about to win. The kid could hit me with all the ice he wanted. The second I smashed him in the gut, he was going straight to Recovery Girl.
But he was starting to get creative.
The ice-user slid on a wave of ice, coming around in front of me to make a ramp that sent him upwards. He tapped the ceiling with his right hand, a wave of cold leaving him and thrusting icicles down on top of me like the teeth of a giant. Just as the spikes came down, I entered my shell and spun at high speed. Spikes smashed into spikes. Mine won, grinding them apart as they dropped to send snow all about the area. I heard the sound of footsteps backing away. Shoto had likely been about to grab onto me while the spikes he’d made distracted me.
I came out of my shell and smashed my claws on the floor, roaring as I did. “Ha! Not good enough! I am the rocks of the eternal shore! Crash against me and be broken!”
Shoto made a wall of ice as I approached. I slammed through it, finding another wall. I smashed through that one, then clawed through one he made to my left. I let loose with fire when he sent another wave of ice at me, melting through it. He ducked under the fire, letting out a sound when the flames came close.
Then I stood still when I felt the floor shake under me. A cracking sound filled the air. We looked down. The floor began to shake, ice and concrete shuddering. Shoto and I shared a look of realization when the ground cracked. And it broke apart under us.
“FUCK!” I shouted in surprise as we fell.
“Hn.” Shoto grunted in agreement.
We fell down into a dark room below us.
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Shoto Todoroki
Shoto landed on the ground in a crouch, rolling to avoid the blind swipe Bowser threw as he fell. He glanced up at the hole they’d fallen through, guessing what had happened.
As they fought, his ice constantly cooled the concrete, only for Bowser’s bursts of heat to cook it. The constant temperature shifts had weakened the floor. Combined with Bowser’s weight...
Shoto scowled. If he’d been further back, he could have avoided falling and just went upstairs to the bomb. Well, all he could do was deal with it.
He took stock of his surroundings in a flash. The only light in this place was from the hole they’d made in the floor above. It looked like a facsimile of a parking garage. Dozens of pillars about the room at regular intervals, with wide spaces between them. Shoto faced Bowser and set his feet, only to be surprised.
Bowser had disappeared.
“...” Shoto slowly looked around, his eyes hard. “Did you run away?”
“Run?” an amused voice came from his left.
Shoto spun around, sending his power out. Light refracted off the ice as it smashed into the shadows. But nothing happened other than that.
“I’m too hot to handle.”
Behind him! Shoto spun, raising a wall of ice in time to block the flames. Before the fire faded, he saw Bowser disappear in the shadows.
“Too cold to hold. Hehehehe…”
The laughter echoed in the dark space. Shoto closed his eyes. “Are you running out of power now? Is that why you’re hiding? Like a coward?”
It was part ploy, part a true insult.
“Taunts of ants,” something came from the shadows. Shoto blocked it on a wall of ice, only to realize Bowser had tossed a huge chunk of stone at him. The concrete didn’t break through, only cracking against the ice wall. A distraction!
Then Bowser came from the right, a fist swinging at him. Shoto barely created a barrier before Bowser smashed through it, his face scraping past Shoto’s right side. The powerful blow sent dark spots through Shoto’s vision, pain filling him. Thinking quickly, Shoto smacked a hand across Bowser’s eyes as he staggered, covering his eyelids in a thick frost.
“Fuck!” Bowser shouted. He scratched at his eyes, blinded. Shoto ran forward, placing a hand to Bowser’s chest and sent more ice across him. Before he could do more, Bowser flexed. The ice Shoto had been pouring on began to crack, then shattered. Bowser breathed fire on his palms as Shoto was thrown back, igniting the remnants of Mineta’s balls on his claws.
To Shoto’s surprise, Bowser pressed the claws to his own face. When he removed them, the ice Shoto had placed on his eyes were gone.
Shoto spun out of the way of a fist that dropped down at him, and sent a wave of ice out again. Bowser entered his shell and started to spin again, only for the ice Shoto had sent out to push him back like he’d been shot out of a cannon. Shoto surrounded himself with ice across the floor, making the concrete slippery enough to accelerate the larger student.
His plan had been to try and send Bowser out into the hallways. Then Shoto could-
Bowser smashed into a pillar, bouncing off, then into another one, shooting back towards Shoto!
The ice user rolled aside, the sound of a shell scraping across the ice coming from where he’d been. He spun, a trail of frost coming from his hand, and blasted the area Bowser was coming from. Instead of attacking Bowser directly, he created an ice ramp, sending Bowser up into the air. Then he stomped his foot, ice flying upwards towards the spinning dragon turtle.
Before Bowser could get encased in ice, he exited his shell, feet pressing against the ceiling. “Bowser…”
He pushed off the ceiling, cracking it apart with the force, reentering his shell with his spikes pointed downward. “Spike Ceiling!”
Two tons of weight crashed down onto the ice Shoto had sent upwards, shattering it apart. Thinking fast, Shoto spun around and shot a frozen wave into Bowser’s side, turning a crashing fall into a sideways dive into the ground. Bowser cratered the floor, bounced up from the impact, and landed on his side, rolling to his feet. He rushed towards him, Shoto raising a hand.
But he was too slow. The fight was taking its toll on him. The constant wintry power of his quirk was beginning to become a real struggle. Earlier, when Bowser had been blasting flames left and right, it had been easier to deal with. But now, Bowser hadn’t blasted him with flames in a while, and the frostbite was setting in.
So when Bowser rushed forward, all Shoto could do was create an ice wall. The bigger student stopped just before the ice wall, jumping upwards. He kicked out with both feet into a dropkick. The ice wall shattered like glass. Shoto, already in the midst of making another wall to defend himself, was blasted back like a leaf in the wind. Only his quick reflexes allowed him to create another wall of frost as a brace, stopping him from flying back further.
They faced each other for a moment. Shoto breathed out, frost leaving his lips, resting against the cold wall behind him. He was so cold.
“Looking a bit worn out,” Bowser said, grinning. “What’s wrong? Is my power that overwhelming? It’s weight? It’s… girth.”
“What.” Shoto said flatly.
“Sorry. I have a lot of quotes from villains in my head that aren’t too safe for work.”
Shoto finally snapped. “Are you even taking this seriously!?”
Bowser seemed surprised. “...Yeah. I am. Just because I’m having fun, doesn’t mean I haven’t been trying to kick your ass with everything I have. I’m just talking to take a breath.”
Shoto felt some surprise of his own at that, though he was still annoyed. The chill filling him was starting to affect him. He almost wished Bowser would breathe more fire, just to heat him up a bit. And then there was that voice in the back of his head. Whispering. All he had to do was use his left side, and he could have all the warmth he wanted…
He pushed that thought down with ruthless rage. No. He’d use his right side only. Nothing would change that.
Bowser was powerful. He’d never fought anyone his age who could break through his ice like him, using pure force to smash through it. Even his large waves were broken. But he had to have limits. He just needed to stop him in his tracks. He could win this without his father’s power.
Shoto’s face set into determination. Bowser noticed it. A part of Shoto was relieved when, rather than spitting another catchphrase, he turned to his side, raising his claws to fight.
A wave of cold met a claw, shattering apart. Bowser spun around, lifting a chunk of ice and tossing it at Shoto, who dodged it, then made an ice slide to head towards Bowser. The larger student let out a blast of flame, noticeably weaker than the others he’d done, but still forcing Shoto to dodge, twisting the ice slide to the right. He staggered a bit, falling to his knees, but still managed to raise a wall between them, blocking Bowser’s vision of him. Using that, Shoto created a wall in front of his path and pushed off it sending him in the opposite direction. Bowser smashed through the ice wall, expecting Shoto there.
Instead, Shoto was behind him now. He hit him with everything he had, using every bit of power left! Bowser spun around, claws reaching out! Shoto’s eyes widened, the scar over his left eye crinkling. Long yellow fingers began to wrap around his head. Ice crawled up over Bowser’s scaled feet.
Two red eyes glared into Shoto’s gray right and blue left eye. In that moment, almost in slow motion, Shoto knew that this was where the fight would be decided.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!
Shoto and Bowser stood still as the sound of a buzzer filled the building, echoing outwards. The end of the round! Then… who won?
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Mineta Minoru
Mineta felt like he was dying. His arms were tired. His damn ribs were screaming! It was freezing cold! And Shoji just would. Not. STOP.
The multi-armed student was covered in purple orbs. Some of them were random, just ones Mineta had tossed in desperation. Some were attached to other things. Pieces of concrete, rebar, and metal pipes had been attached to Shoji’s arms, back, and legs. Ice and frost covered him in places. He’d grown arm after arm, leaving him with dozens of long appendages stretched out with pieces of the walls and floors stuck fast to him. He was reaching for the bomb, stuck fast to the ceiling from when Bowser had attached some orbs to it and placed it up there on Mineta’s advice, hoping that making it that much harder to reach would help. It had barely worked.
The only thing keeping Shoji from reaching it was behind him.
A single long ‘rope’ of sticky orbs, bent pipes, and pieces of concrete stretched from Shoji’s back and into a single outstretched palm. Mineta was hanging in the air, clutching two of his balls. He’d taken off his gloves to grip them with his bare hands, depending on his quirks stickiness to make up for his lag of grip strength. Another improvised rope stretched to the floor.
Shoji reached outwards. The rope strained. Mineta screamed. Blood was pouring down his face, running down to drip on the floor. His left eye had closed from a black eye long ago. His arms felt like they were going to pop from his shoulders.
Shoji grew his arm outwards, reaching upwards as his quirk provided the extra foot he needed to reach the bomb. Mineta felt tears in his eyes. At some point, in the middle of this, the fight had become a lot more than it should have been. This was supposed to be a test! But now, seeing an arm reach outwards, about to turn all the work he’d done, all the pain he’d taken, into nothing!? Come on!
Mineta, in a final desperate shot, pulled his arms in. “No, no, no! Come on!!!!” he screeched, his voice cracking, arms that had never lifted anything heavier than a textbook trying to hold back a mountain.
Shoji flinched back an inch. Mineta felt excitement fill his veins. Then Shoji surged forward. Mineta’s heart dropped.
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!
The buzzer! The buzzer was ringing! Mineta looked upward, then at the bomb.
Shoji’s finger was pressed to the bomb.
“...no.”
Fresh tears filled Mineta’s eyes. He’d failed. Everything he’d done to be cool. All the fighting. And he’d-
“Hero and Villain Teams… Draw!” All Might’s voice echoed outwards, sounding shocked.
He’d failed!... Wait, what?
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Koopa Bowser
Shoto stared at me through my fingers, his head wrapped in my hand, his anger and determination turning to confusion. I stared back at him, ice surrounding me entirely except my arms and jaw.
“Did he say draw?” I asked hesitantly, struggling to speak, what with the chill and all.
“I… think so?” Shoto said, sounding like I felt.
“Dude… How the FUCK did… Wait, how does a draw even happen!?”
“I will explain when you all come back so that we can discuss it as a class!” All Might said, apparently hearing me. “I will be there in just a moment to bring you in!”
I hoped he had a DAMN good explanation!
“...Can you let go of me now,” Shoto said, looking annoyed as fuck.
“Yeah,” I let his head go. “Mind getting me out? I’m all out of steam.”
Well, not all out, but might as well let him think I had less fire than I actually did. In case of a rematch.
Shoto scowled, but nodded, moving over to me. To my surprise, he placed his left hand on me, and the ice began to steam.
“...That was a good fight,” I told him honestly.
He didn’t answer. He mostly just looked pissed off as hell.
“...Though I'm a little disappointed. There are so many good ice puns out there and you did not use a single one. Missed opportunity man. You could have told me to chill!"
“I don’t enjoy puns.”
“Ice themed taunts then. Like ‘What killed the dinosaurs? The Ice Age!’”
“Do you want me to get you out or not?” Shoto, annoyed.
“Fine, fine. I’m going to take a hot bath after this though. A very long and very hot bath,” I said as the last of the ice came off. I shook myself like a dog, flecks of water flying outwards from me as Shoto backed off. “Holy shit I’m cold.”
For some reason, I got the sense he understood exactly what I meant.
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I walked with Shoto to the room the bomb was held in. At some point, I noticed the holes in the walls. The chunks of concrete and rebar that had been pulled out. The pipes that were bent and twisted out of place. Big pieces of ice steaming in the air.
My eyes were already wide at just that initial sight. But it was the bomb room that surprised me the most.
Shoji looked up at us. Shoto and I stopped to stare at him.
The dude looked like something from a nightmare. He’d grown his arms out to create dozens of limbs, the ‘wings’ of his main arms extending outwards. And every part of him except his head was covered in debris and purple orbs. He looked sweaty and tired, covered in what had to be hundreds of pounds of metal, ice, and concrete. At some point his mask had been pulled down by an orb attached to a torn metal pipe, revealing his face, which was almost as surprising as the rest of him.
“Dude…” I looked over at Mineta. The kid was lying on the floor, panting. His head was bleeding slowly. His palms were stuck fast to a pair of purple orbs. His mask had torn at some point, allowing me to see his black eye. He noticed me looking at him and scowled weakly. He was crying.
“I…” he struggled, trying to rise up.
I dropped to a knee, placing my hand on his chest to hold him there. I couldn’t help the grin on my face as I looked between Shoji and Mineta. “You two. Are some crazy fuckers.”
Fuck me! They’d done all this!? Mineta had done that? I could picture the battle of attrition, Mineta sticking everything he could to Shoji, the multi-armed hero beating on him, ripping his way out of the concrete and frosted walls, getting slowly weighed down but still pushing himself. Mineta, getting more and more creative about his orbs, finally going to the last desperate bid with those ropes. The kid had pulled a Spider-Man moment!
“You couldn’t get past him?” Shoto asked Shoji, frustration across his face as he released another wave of heat, the ice around us melting in an instant. I’d forgotten that he did that. What sort of ice guy could also melt that ice with heat… Hm.
“I did get past him,” Shoji said simply as the ice stuck to him melted, soaking his clothes. “But he held me back. I did touch the bomb, but the bell rang at the same time.”
“Damn,” I looked down at Mineta with an honest grin. “You held back one of the strongest kids in the class. I gotta admit… This is pretty cool.”
Mineta stared up at me. The little dude laid back and closed his eyes. There was just the smallest satisfied grin on his face.
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Once Mineta and Shoji were taken to get the orbs dissolved by a solution that the Support Class had made and their wounds fixed up, Shoto and I headed with All Might back to the class for our final assessment. I was uninjured, while Shoto had done a good enough job dodging me that I didn’t think I’d gotten a solid hit. That or he was just stubbornly ignoring the pain. I doubted it was the latter.
“Such a passionate fight!” All Might said proudly to Shoto and I. “It is rare that I have seen youth battle with that amount of vigor! Well done, both of you!”
“Why was it a draw?” Shoto spat out with some aggression to it.
“I’ll be honest, I’d like to know as well,” I said. “I mean, I don’t want to lose, but Shoji did touch the bomb, right?”
“Well,” All Might looked around. On the surface, he seemed coy and mysterious. Having watched the anime, I guessed he was actually feeling a bit awkward. “Who would like to answer that question? Why was a draw the most reasonable judgement?”
“All Might-Sensei!” Iida stepped forward, a serious look on his face. “I would like to answer!”
All Might nodded.
“At the moment that Shoji touched the bomb, the buzzer rang! Considering the scenario that is being played out, that meant one of two things! First, that he touched it just after it would have exploded, making his confiscation of it moot! Second, that he touched it just before or when it would have exploded! In which case, while the heroes would have technically have won, within the scenario they would not have been able to disarm the bomb in time! So the heroes fulfilled the parameters of their victory, as did the villains,” Iida said proudly. Then he stroked his chin. “I’m not sure I agree entirely however…”
“Same here!” Kamanari said loudly. “I thought touching the bomb meant the win for the heroes!”
“Usually, it would,” Tsuyu said. “But we have no way to know when exactly Shoji touched the bomb, kero. Besides, both teams did really well.”
“Ahhhhh!” Kirishima clenched his fist, his arms hardening. “I want to go out there now! I want to have just as manly a fight!”
“Whoever thought that little guy would end up described as manly,” Mina said, the pinkette grinning. “Or that he could fight like that!”
“Class!” All Might clapped his hands, his constant grin never wavering. “Young Iida is correct. First, I had no way of knowing when exactly Young Shoji touched the bomb. I’m afraid I did not have a photo-finish camera ready!” he said with a wink. “However, I did need to keep in mind the scenario in question. With the ambiguousness of when the bomb was touched, I had to make an executive decision. And a draw was the best one in this circumstance,” he gave Shoto and I a look.
“Now. This battle has two MVPs. Young Mineta and Young Shoji. For much the same reason as in the last battle,” All Might was held up a finger. “When their partners were battling in the lower levels, they were focused on their true goals. Neither Young Bowser nor Young Shota made any effort to aid their allies, instead focusing on fighting each other, even causing massive damage to the building despite my express warnings,” he scolded sternly. “I also heard neither of you speak to your allies to check on their status,” he chuckled. “Of course, they didn’t do it either, which does remove some marks. Communication is key after all.”
I winced. Shit. Yeah. I should have reached out to Mineta over the fancy ear radio. On some level I’d just dismissed the idea of him… having any way to help. If I had to guess, he’d been able to sense that and that’s why he hadn’t reached out in return for help. We’d made a basic plan, but the second I’d left to fight Shoto, I’d gotten way into that fight. Damn. Now that I thought of that, Shoto must have been in the same boat with Shoji. Maybe I could have tried to lead Shoto away, then double-backed and helped Mineta?
Well. All I could do was learn from this.
“In the end, they focused on their goal, and came very close to fulfilling it, despite great adversity,” All Might said seriously. “As for the draw… I know this can be disheartening.”
“But do not see this as an insult, nor as a reason to become relaxed. That goes for all of you! The four students poured their hearts and souls into this fight, using every ability at their disposal!” Shoto shuffled a bit. “They were unable to obtain victory over the other, but that was not through lack of effort! Take the lessons of this battle to heart. Understood?”
“Yes sir,” we said in unison.
Well. Most of us did. Shoto was silent. And Bakugo was staring at the ground.
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Toshinori Yagi/All Might
All Might turned around with a bit of relief in his heart.
He’d been telling the truth, but god he really wished they had some sort of slow-motion or photo-finish mode installed in the cameras of the battle centers! Maybe they thought it would be gratuitous? If so, this class had proved otherwise.
And what a class! These students were purely amazing! He thought Young Midoriya was impressive, but apparently his classmates were willing to give him a run for his money! Although seriously, they needed to stop damaging the buildings so much...
All Might smiled. Despite his exasperated wonder, he was also happy. The world was going to have some amazing heroes one day.
For a man at death’s door, that was a relief to remember…
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[C O M P L E T E D]Finished on 1 Jan 2019It is now the 22th Century and the year is 2112. Times are extremely different from the 21st Century. Now, the world is divided into only four continents- and Alara Berrera resides in Excidium.In Excidium, children are kidnapped from the low-class families who live in the rural areas. This is done to 're-populate' the upper-class families of Excidium- as well as the Governors, who rule this particular country. At age eight, Alara Berrera witnessed the kidnapping of her brother who was kidnapped by the Amorals. After the traumatic incident, her mother fell ill and the Berrera family collapsed.The Amorals are a group of people working for the Governors- the ruling party in Excidium- and do their dirty work for them, such as kidnapping young children from poor Exicidiums.Ever since that fateful day, Alara is determined to fight against them as she believes that she will have a better life once that is accomplished. However, what will Alara do to get what she wants, and what will it cost her? What secrets would she uncover as she tries to reunite her family?WINNER of LITWITSAWARDS (2018-2019) action category: 1ST PLACEWINNER of AURORA AWARDS (2019) action/adventure category: 3RD PLACE- h i g h e s t r a n k s (2019 -2020)(12.04.2020)#8/285K - MYSTERY#11/353K - ADVENTURE#215/33.9K - DYSTOPIAN#110/10.7K - FANTASYADVENTURE(06.04.2020)#6/352K - ADVENTURE#222/284K - MYSTERY#94/10.7K - FANTASYADVENTURE(20.02.2019)#1/14 - FLOADV2019#39/380 - BEGINNER#211/ 2.31k- SADSTORY(9.05.2019)#1/16 - FLOADV2019#270/321k - ADVENTURE(21.09.2020) #4/377K - ADVENTURE#75/4K - EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER#276/306K - MYSTERY#84/13.3K - FANTASY ADVENTURE(29.11.2020)#1/619 - HERBS#2/987 - SPECULATIVE#11/313K - MYSTERY #8/272 - COMPLETESTORY#875/26K - SERIES
8 128Haikyuu!!: She's Your Sister!?
With a new team and a new coach, Karasuno is on their way to becoming a strong team. Golden Week has begun, and Ukai decided to bring in some back-up. Who might they be? Why, it's none other than Hinata's older sister, who just returned after graduating high school in America. Follow Karasuno, as they embark on their further journeys with her, as she herself experiences new friends, love, and the bonds they will share as a team.
8 219Dont Go Falling For Me Now
fake dating au. 8 chapters. follows the prompts from tdkm week 2019
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