Inside his mind, Venom snorted derisively.
-Why the hell would they even need that? This is the age of digital media, porn is readily available for all!-
...
Izuku by contrast froze, and to his shame, the image of Mina in all her beauty danced through his mind…
He immediately felt his cheeks blush furiously, and he quickly shook the shameful thoughts away.
Which proved remarkably easy to do given what happened next.
Iida was indignant and made no secret of it.
"Stop that Mineta! Peeking is considered a major offense!"
Mineta, a wild and unhinged look on his face responded by dramatically ripping the entire poster away, and off the wall.
"Yeah? Well, little Mineta Junior is about to go on the offensive!!"
He turned towards the hole, that same manic look on his face.
"Yaoyorozu's boobs! Ashido's sexy silhouette! Hagakure's floa-"
And that was as far as he got when a massive black hand closed around his head.
Not Izuku's usual black bluish hand, but a far more massive one that ended in sharp claws, and connected to an arm that was thick as a tree.
The contrast between it and Izuku's usual arm was only made even more massive by the fact that other than that, Izuku looked completely normal as he, without saying anything, and without the slightest difficulty lifted Mineta up and planted him against the wall with a thick layer of black tar as strong as steel.
Then, feeling satisfied with his handiwork, he then closed the hole with more of his black liquid.
Neither it, nor the layer around Mineta would last forever, but when Aizawa arrived about 10 Minutes later, they would still be strong as steel.
And with that, Izuku snapped up his bag with a line, and left, the last thing he heard behind him being Kirishima's exasperated tone.
"I mean… Dude… What were you expecting?"
...
Todoroki Shoto opened the door to the Yuei tech departments and looked around at the various people inside.
It did not take him a long time of searching to find the one he was looking for.
The whole room was absolutely chock full of various, eccentric-looking figures, but the one he was looking for stood out in several ways.
There was her pink hair, her giant metal tentacle arms, and the way every single person there gave her a wide berth as she worked on… Something.
What it was he wasn't entirely sure, as it looked like some high-tech sword hilt, only scaled up immensely, and without an actual blade.
Mei was completely and totally engrossed in her work, the only other thing that broke her focus was that now and again her eyes went over to various blueprints she'd plastered up at a billboard at the side she'd rigged up.
He glanced at it, but beyond the title of "Project: Sword Vigor", he honestly wasn't able to understand a thing about what the blueprints were trying to convey.
In the end, though, he did not have much time before the next class started, having hurried here after the exercise with All Might, so rather than wait, he called out to her.
"Hatsume-San?"
The girl stiffened and gave an annoyed look, glancing over at him, her eyes hidden by the same set of glasses she used when wielding her gauntlets.
"Oh… You're… Oh, Kuzan 0.4! Oh yeah, you're Endeavor's kid, right? The ice guy with a thirst for vengeance."
Her expression turned around immediately, a huge grin coming to her lips as she recognized him.
Shoto felt a sour feeling in the back of his head that that was the description she recalled him by, but he let it slide.
Until the day he finally surpassed that bastard that was the name people would associate him with.
"Yes. I have come to talk to you about the suit-"
"So you got to test it in the field right!? How did it go? How did Kuzan field over a longer period of time? Did you encounter any other bugs and kinks that need to be ironed out?"
The way she spoke hadn't changed much since the last time she saw him. Once she got going, she just kept going at a lightning pace. It was the complete opposite way that he would do it.
"No. There weren't. The suit worked just fine."
"Huh. Well, that's surprising, I honestly didn't think it would work flawlessly on version 4. But oh well. But since you're here, you obviously want some improvements right? For your… Future conquests right?"
"Well, there was that issue of salt water you promised to fix for me."
"Oh right, that! Sure I'll help you out with that, just come back here after school, and we can-"
The door behind him that Shoto had not too long ago quietly entered through and closed behind him, slammed open, making everyone in the room jump, turn around, or both, to see who had just entered.
The one who entered was Bakugo Katsuki, wearing one of his trademark scowls, as he also looked around the room looking for someone.
His eyes found Shoto, and narrowed… But then caught Mei, and in that moment it seemed like Shoto was completely forgotten.
He quickly stalked over to where the two were standing.
"You, Octopus Lady! I've got a job for you!"
Mei cocked her head.
"That's fine and all, and I don't mind taking on more assignments, but… Who are you?"
Bakugo's forehead got a rather noticeable vein as he scowled even harder at that.
"I'm Bakugo Katsuki!"
Mei immediately stiffened at that, seemingly recognizing the name.
"Oh yeah, Bakugo Katsuki… You're… Dynamight. Yeah… That was the one. Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight… No… That can't be right… Or was it…" She frowned, obviously trying to recall something.
Bakugo for his part froze.
"Dynamight… That's… Damn, that's… That's brilliant! I can fucking use that!"
"Yeah… Sure… You do that Dynamight.
From anyone else that probably would have had some air of mockery to it, but the way Mei said it was as she usually did. Energetic and honest.
Shoto raised an eyebrow.
"Are you sure you wanna go with that?"
Bakugo's scowl came back, and he glared.
"Why the hell wouldn't I? All my other choices keep getting shot down. But this… I like it. And hopefully, the exhibitionist won't bitch at for it."
"... I was referring to the "Great Explosion Murder God" bit."
"Oh that. Yeah… Probably gonna get rejected… Sounds pretty awesome though…"
Personally, Shoto felt that it sounded exceptionally childish.
Then, seemingly realizing Shoto was distracting him from why he had actually come, he once more turned around to Mei.
"But enough about that, I came to get you to make something for me!"
"Obviously. What do you need?"
"Armor."
"So you don't keep getting taken out in one shot?"
Katsuki's face was a mask of angry emotion, but the scowl was actually forced down, as he looked Mei straight in the eyes.
"I've got the speed, and I've got all the power I could want… The only bloody thing I lack… Is durability!"
"So you want me to make something that makes you able to tank blows without sacrificing speed and mobility?"
"Yeah, exactly, and-"
There he stopped, and a blush crept to his cheeks, as he glanced around, glaring at everyone else in the room who was watching the scene with either annoyance, hostility, or curiosity.
He stepped closer to Mei and whispered something in her ear.
Whatever it was, Mei didn't bat an eye, instead just saying:
"Sure. Neither of those should be a problem. I'll have something for you after school tomorrow."
"Thanks," Katsuki said begrudgingly. "Also, I don't want it to look fucking retarded okay? And I don't need superpowered power armor or some shit to replace my gauntlets. Just more protection!"
Mei just nodded, the smile not leaving her lips.
Shoto for a moment just looked after him, then turned to Mei again, an eyebrow raised.
"You're a very generous person," Shoto noted.
"You think so?"
"Most would not have responded to such treatment with actually promising aid… Unless you intend something nefarious of course."
"Nah… I like a challenge. Not to mention that Dynamight is going to have a future ahead of him. And as the one who designed his final costume, my name is going to be the one that will be recalled with every fight he will ever be in."
She seemed quite certain that Katsuki would make something out of himself. Curious… There was an implication here, especially with the way she'd handed Katsuki a name he'd loved, but she'd already associated him with that name.
Katsuki might have been too distracted by a name he both liked and could finally actually use, to realize the full implications of it, but Shoto was not.
But the fact was… He did not care either way. He didn't care if the implication was actually really there, accurate, real, or whether Mei might be even more insane than he already thought she was.
He was here to finish his suit, not to make friends with her.