"Because my Quirk is relatively simple—its core function is just creation—there are actually only two main directions for development."
Yaoyorozu began explaining calmly. As she spoke, she created a rimless pair of glasses from her palm and pushed them up the bridge of her nose in a scholarly manner.
"The first is increasing my creation speed. The second is producing more powerful weapons."
"However," she continued, "since I'm preparing for the temporary license exam, I won't have much time to create items during the assessment. So I've decided to focus on the first direction."
Her serious analysis made Masata listen intently.
When he developed his own techniques, his thinking process was always simple:
Bigger. Faster. Stronger.
That was it.
But Yaoyorozu's Quirk was completely different.
Masata's magma was built for destruction. It was perfect for direct combat, but terrible for rescue or investigation. Once he used his Quirk, chaos followed.
Yaoyorozu's Creation, on the other hand, was versatile and delicate. It required careful planning and strategic thinking. Naturally, she had far more things to consider.
Maybe this was what people meant by "high-IQ suppression."
As she spoke, faint multicolored light shimmered on Yaoyorozu's shoulders.
Metallic tubular structures slowly emerged.
"...?"
Masata blinked in confusion. He couldn't immediately understand what she was trying to create.
"It's not finished yet!" Yaoyorozu said quickly, blushing slightly. "But if everything works as planned, I'll become incredibly strong!"
She slapped Masata lightly in embarrassment.
"These are cannon barrels and howitzers! If I can rapidly create ammunition, I'll basically become a humanoid turret! And once my capacity improves, I'll be able to produce even stronger weapons!"
"At that point, you'd better be careful," she added, clenching her small fist. "Don't get beaten by me!"
Her "threat" wasn't scary at all.
If anything, it was adorable.
Masata wiped cold sweat from his forehead.
Why did her ultimate move sound so violent?
And that sentence earlier… it definitely had hidden meaning. Definitely.
Women really were creatures that held grudges.
She had been the one who started teasing him before, yet somehow he was the one being targeted now.
Still, Masata quickly offered his own suggestion.
"In that case, why don't you create a full set of heavy-firepower armor to wrap around your body?"
"If you generate cannons directly, recoil will be a huge problem. But if they're integrated into armor, that issue disappears."
"And honestly, creating armor should be easy for you."
Yaoyorozu froze.
Then her eyes lit up.
"You're right!"
She suddenly realized her previous design had multiple flaws—recoil, ammunition logistics, stability. Masata's idea solved all of them at once.
"I've even thought of a name for you," Masata added casually. "How about calling it 'Heavy Firepower Armor'?"
Naturally, he was shamelessly borrowing the name from a game he loved in his previous life. But the concept fit perfectly.
"That name isn't bad!" Yaoyorozu smiled brightly. "I didn't expect you to be this smart, Masata~"
If that counted as praise.
"Then… as a reward…"
"Huh?"
Before Masata could ask what she meant, he suddenly felt soft black hair brush past his face, carrying a faint fragrance.
Something warm and gentle pressed lightly against his cheek.
"…Was that a kiss?"
Masata froze.
He stood there dumbly, still feeling the lingering warmth, his brain completely blank.
"O-Okay! Go on now!" Yaoyorozu said hurriedly, pushing him away. "Chacha still needs your help!"
She grabbed Chacha and quickly left.
"Um… Chacha," Masata asked awkwardly, "did you see what just happened?"
"No."
Chacha replied quietly.
In reality, she had seen everything.
Her face was still red.
…For Flowers…
Masata had always been someone who followed his instincts.
In life. In battle. In everything.
So—
He reached out and gently squeezed Chacha's cheeks.
They were incredibly soft.
Warm. Elastic. Like jelly.
Q-bomb, as he would describe it.
He couldn't help squeezing again.
"Nn…"
Chacha froze, completely flustered.
She didn't resist at all, just looked at Masata with watery, embarrassed eyes.
"O-One more time… just once more…"
After coughing lightly, Masata gave in to temptation for one last squeeze.
Then, overwhelmed by guilt from her gaze, he finally released her.
Meanwhile, Yaoyorozu was hiding nearby, her face completely red.
"Oh my god… what did I just do?! I kissed Masata first! That's so embarrassing!"
She buried her face in her hands.
"And I did it in front of Chacha! How am I supposed to face her now?!"
If there were an omniscient narrator, it would probably say:
Don't worry.
Chacha is too flustered to think about you right now.
The real reason Yaoyorozu had acted impulsively was Himiko Toga.
Since joining the class, Toga's affection for Masata had been painfully obvious. She didn't hide it at all.
Yaoyorozu trusted her ten-year relationship with Masata.
But—
When love was involved, even confident girls developed subtle anxieties.
"What if…?"
Masata's kindness earlier had probably been genuine.
But now?
He must feel confused.
Maybe even apologetic.
Yaoyorozu clenched her fists.
She was very confident.
After all—
Masata had once said:
"One kiss isn't enough."