The morning sun filtered through the classroom windows as Izuku took his seat, still processing yesterday's chaos. Bakugo's outburst. Third place. The cats. All of it.
Uraraka slid in next to him, already buzzing with energy. "Morning! Sleep well?"
"Well enough. You?"
"Barely slept! I kept thinking about what today might bring. More tests? Training? Maybe we get to do something cool?"
Izuku shrugged. "Probably more assessments. We just started."
Aizawa was already in the corner, inside his sleeping bag. No one knew when he'd arrived. No one asked.
The bell rang.
Aizawa didn't move.
Students exchanged confused glances.
From inside the sleeping bag: "English. Present Mic. Don't be late."
He rolled out of the room.
Kirishima confusedly asks. "Does he ever walk normally?"
Kaminari jokingly adds. "I think the sleeping bag is his true form."
English class with Present Mic was exactly what everyone expected.
"GOOD MORNING, LISTENERS! WELCOME TO ENGLISH!"
Half the class winced.
Kirishima groaned. "Too early for this volume..."
Izuku took notes, but his mind wandered as Mic ran through vocabulary. He glanced around the room, observing.
Yaoyorozu answered every question perfectly, hand raised with calm precision. Kaminari had his head on the desk, defeated by conjugation. Jiro actually paid attention—she liked music, so English connected somehow. Todoroki stared out the window, expression blank, but answered correctly when called on.
Bakugo sat in the back, doing the work but radiating enough anger to fuel a small power plant. He hadn't looked at Izuku once. That was somehow worse.
Izuku's internal narration kicked in: Hero courses aren't just fighting. We still have to meet government education standards. English, math, history—all of it. You can't save people if you can't do basic math or understand the laws you're supposed to uphold.
Present Mic called on him. "MIDORIYA! QUESTION FIVE!"
Izuku answered correctly.
"NICE WORK! SEE? EVEN HEROES NEED VOCABULARY!"
The rest of the morning passed in a blur of subjects. Math with a normal teacher—students were relieved. History of Quirks, which was fascinating but dense. Hero Ethics, where Kirishima and Kaminari somehow ended up arguing about whether it was ethical to trick villains.
Izuku just took notes and stayed quiet.
By the time lunch bell rang, the entire class was ready to eat.
The UA cafeteria was massive. Multiple stations, different food types, and—Izuku blinked—actual pro heroes eating at tables like normal people.
He spotted several he recognized from his old life's anime knowledge. There was one with a fish head. Another covered in rocks. A woman who looked like she hadn't slept in years, matching Aizawa's energy.
Uraraka grabbed his arm: "This place is AMAZING! Look at all the food!"
Iida appeared behind them, arms chopping: "We must maintain proper nutrition! Growing heroes need balanced meals! I recommend the protein-rich options!"
They got in line. The food was prepared by Lunch Rush—a pro hero whose quirk let him cook at super speed. Izuku watched him move, impressed.
Lunch Rush. Pro hero and chef. His quirk isn't combat-oriented, but he's still a hero. Shows that heroism isn't just about fighting villains.
They found a table. The food was incredible.
"How is school food this good?!" ,oaned Uraraka from the mouth-watering food.
"UA spares no expense for its students' wellbeing!" Iida replies while still embodying discipline even when eating.
Izuku ate quietly, observing. Different classes mingled—he spotted 1-B students at nearby tables. Pro heroes in conversation, some laughing, some eating alone. Bakugo sat by himself, glaring at anyone who looked his way. Todoroki read while eating, completely isolated in his own world.
Yaoyorozu sat with some 1-B students, deep in what looked like academic discussion. She gestured precisely, explaining something.
Uraraka noticing Izuku being so quiet questioned.
"So Midoriya, what do you think our costumes look like? I've been thinking about mine for YEARS!"
"Should be interesting. I had some input from the support course." Izuku replies with an expectant smile.
Iida hearing the conversation proudly adds.
"I designed mine after my brother's! Ingenium's costume is legendary! The armor, the engines, the aesthetic—perfection!"
While Uraraka also with an expectant face explained with a little blush.
"My parents helped me design mine." She looked down at her food. "It's... a little pink."
"Pink is a perfectly acceptable hero color! There's no rule that heroes must wear dark colors!" Iida replies being supportive.
"Nothing wrong with pink." Izuku also agrees.
"You say that now. Wait till you see it."
After lunch, they returned to homeroom. Aizawa was there, still in his sleeping bag.
Aizawa: "Hero Basic Training is this afternoon. Report to Ground Beta."
He paused.
"Your costumes are ready. Pick them up from the support course on your way."
Then he rolled away.
The class erupted.
Kirishima: "COSTUMES?! TODAY?!"
Kaminari: "We get them NOW?!"
Ashido: "I've been waiting for this my whole life!"
Before anyone could ask more questions, the door slammed open.
"I AM HERE!"
All Might stood in the doorway, fully muscled, cape billowing dramatically despite the lack of wind.
"TO ESCORT YOU TO THE SUPPORT COURSE! FOLLOW ME, YOUNG HEROES-IN-TRAINING!"
He turned and power-walked down the hall.
The class scrambled to follow.
Of course he's doing this. Izuku thinks with an amused smile.
The support course workshop was massive. Walls covered in blueprints, half-finished gadgets, and things that looked like they might explode. A girl with pink dreadlocks—Hatsume Mei—was already yelling at someone about "babies" as they walked through.
Each student found their locker. Names printed clearly.
Izuku opened his.
The Verdant Knight armor sat inside.
Deep navy blue. Matte black. Glowing emerald lines running along the arms and torso. Sleek, form-fitting, knight aesthetic. The spiral visor—angular, futuristic. Iron sole boots with claw traction grips. Segmented armor plates on chest, shoulders, forearms, thighs.
It looked like something from a video game.
He noticed the canon jumpsuit folded underneath. His mom's gift. He paused, touching the fabric. For courage.
He put it on under the armor.
Around him, chaos erupted.
Kirishima: "DUDE! You look like a video game hero!"
Kaminari: "The glowing lines! Do they do something?!"
Sero: "Very knight vibe. I'm jealous."
Mineta: "WHY DOES HE LOOK COOL AND I LOOK LIKE A DIAPER BABY?!"
Izuku looked at Mineta's costume. There were no words.
Bakugo emerged with his grenade gauntlets, smirking. "These'll do." He glanced at Izuku, expression hardening, then looked away.
Todoroki's costume was simple. Ice armor on one side. He nodded once at his reflection and walked out.
Then came the complaints.
Aoyama: "Where is my cape?! I REQUESTED A CAPE! Multiple capes! A cape for every occasion!"
Shoji: "The arm holes are too small. I have multiple arms. They knew this."
Koda tried to say something but just squeaked.
But the loudest complaint came from Uraraka.
She stood in front of a mirror, face bright red. "THIS IS SKINTIGHT!"
Her costume was pink—very pink—and absolutely form-fitting. Every curve visible.
Kirishima: "Looks fine to me!"
Uraraka: "YOU'RE NOT HELPING!"
Izuku walked over. "It's not that bad."
Uraraka: "Not that bad?! I look like—like—"
Izuku: "You look like a hero. Pink suits you."
She paused. Blinked. "Really?"
"Yeah. It's very you."
Her face somehow got redder. "Oh. Um. Thanks."
She turned away quickly, muttering something about needing to adjust the fit.
Izuku noticed Yaoyorozu nearby, tugging at her own costume. She looked uncomfortable—the design was... revealing. She clearly hadn't requested that.
She caught him looking and straightened up. "It's fine. I'll manage."
Izuku: "You could request changes. Support course handles adjustments."
Yaoyorozu: "Perhaps. Later." She walked away, posture rigid.
All Might appeared behind them. "COSTUMES LOOK EXCELLENT! NOW, TO GROUND BETA FOR BATTLE TRAINING!"
Ground Beta was massive. A fake cityscape of tall buildings, narrow streets, and urban chaos designed for combat training.
In the center of the training ground sat the weapon—a ridiculous oversized paper mache nuclear rocket, painted bright silver with red warning stripes. It was easily three meters tall, comically large, and utterly fake.
Kirishima: "Is that... a rocket?"
Kaminari: "A paper mache rocket?"
Ashido: "It's so ugly I love it."
All Might stood at the entrance, still in muscle form, cape still billowing.
"TODAY, YOU WILL EXPERIENCE INDOOR COMBAT TRAINING!"
The class cheered.
"THE RULES ARE SIMPLE! VILLAINS WILL DEFEND THE FAKE WEAPON. HEROES MUST EITHER CAPTURE THE VILLAINS OR TOUCH THE WEAPON TO WIN! VILLAINS WIN IF THEY ELIMINATE THE HEROES OR RUN OUT THE CLOCK!"
He pulled names from a box with theatrical flair.
"FIRST MATCH... VILLAIN TEAM... BAKUGO KATSUKI AND... IIDA TENYA!"
Bakugo smirked. Iida nodded stiffly.
"HERO TEAM... MIDORIYA IZUKU AND... YAOYOROZU MOMO!"
Izuku blinked. We're the heroes. We have to attack.
Yaoyorozu looked at him, nodded once. Professional.
The class murmured. First match was stacked.
Uraraka: "You're attacking! That's even harder against Bakugo!"
Other matches were announced:
Match 2: Uraraka Ochaco & Mineta Minoru vs Kaminari Denki & Ashido Mina
Match 3: Todoroki Shoto & Shoji Mezo vs Tokoyami Fumikage & Ojiro Mashirao
Match 4: Kirishima Eijiro & Sero Hanta vs Jiro Kyoka & Koda Koji
Match 5: Asui Tsuyu & Sato Rikido vs Aoyama Yuga & Hagakure Toru
Uraraka paled. "I'm with... Mineta?"
Mineta: "WE'RE GONNA BE GREAT! I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS!"
"That's what I'm afraid of."
Uraraka dreads and falls down on all fours with a mood of despair around her.
Izuku and Yaoyorozu found a corner away from everyone.
Yaoyorozu: "We're heroes. We attack. Bakugo and Iida defend the weapon. Bakugo will be aggressive, Iida will be tactical. Thoughts?"
Izuku: "I know both of them. Iida is fast but predictable. He'll guard the weapon or the approaches. Bakugo..." He paused. "Bakugo will come for me immediately. He won't be able to help himself."
Yaoyorozu: "You're that certain?"
"We grew up together. His pride won't let him wait. He needs to prove he's better than me."
"Then we use that. If he chases you, Iida will be alone guarding the weapon. I can handle Iida with preparation."
Izuku: "What about when Bakugo realizes he's been tricked?"
Yaoyorozu: "Then you'll have to hold him off until I can capture Iida and join you."
Izuku considered this. The idea of finally facing Bakugo directly—not running, not evading, but actually fighting—sent a thrill through him.
Maybe it's time. Maybe he needs to understand.
Izuku with a more profound confidence in himself and the strength he has cultivated, with a resolute face says.
"I can do more than hold him off."
Yaoyorozu studied him. "You want to fight him."
"He's been bullying people his whole life because he's stronger. He needs to learn that there is always someone stronger than him. He needs to be knocked down a peg."
"That's... surprisingly personal."
"It's been a long time coming."
Yaoyorozu nodded slowly. "Then fight him. I'll handle Iida and secure the weapon. Just make sure you're still standing when I get there."
"I'll win."
The match began.
Izuku and Yaoyorozu approached the building from ground level. The weapon was somewhere above—probably the top floor.
Yaoyorozu: "Iida will be guarding the stairs or the weapon itself. Bakugo will be... somewhere."
Izuku with a snort comments.
"He'll find me. He always does."
They entered the building. Echoes of their footsteps bounced off concrete walls.
Then—explosions above.
Yaoyorozu: "He's coming down. Fast."
Izuku: "Go. Find Iida. I'll lead Bakugo away."
Yaoyorozu hesitated. "Midoriya—"
"I'll be fine. Trust me."
She nodded and disappeared into a side corridor.
Izuku waited.
The explosions grew louder. Closer.
Bakugo dropped from a stairwell, landing in a crouch, smoke rising from his palms.
"DEKU."
Izuku faced him. No running. No evasion. Just standing there.
Bakugo snarls. "Finally. No more running. No more tricks. Just you and me."
Izuku tiredly asks. "You really think this is about you and me?"
Bakugo screams. "IT'S ALWAYS BEEN ABOUT YOU AND ME!"
He launched forward, his right hand already in motion.
The fight exploded into chaos.
Bakugo came in fast—explosion leading, aiming for Izuku's face. Izuku twisted, letting the blast pass centimeters from his skin. Bast reflexes. Flexible trait. He flowed around the attack like water.
"STAND STILL!" Bakugo angrily shouts.
He swung again. Izuku ducked under, pivoted, and drove a palm strike into Bakugo's side—not full power, just enough to make him feel it.
Bakugo stumbled, surprised. "WHAT—"
Izuku facing Bakugo in a stance says.
"I'm not running, Kacchan. I'm fighting."
Bakugo's eyes went wide. Then furious.
"GOOD!"
He exploded forward—relentless. Punches, kicks, explosions everywhere. Izuku dodged, weaved, used the environment. He bounced off walls, flipped over attacks, slid under explosions. His Flexible trait let him contort through gaps. His Bast reflexes kept him half a step ahead.
But he wasn't just dodging.
He was learning.
He leads with his right when he's angry. His left foot drags when he's about to launch. He overcommits to every attack.
Izuku moved inside Bakugo's guard—struck his ribs. Slipped out before Bakugo could react.
Bakugo slowly getting annoyed shouts uselessy again.
"STOP MOVING!"
Izuku weaving between strikes, casually comments.
"Why? So you can hit me? That's all you've ever done. Hit things until they stay down."
He caught Bakugo's wrist mid-swing, used his momentum to throw him into a wall.
Bakugo crashed hard. Turned. Roared.
"SHUT UP!"
He launched his biggest blast yet—Howitzer Impact building.
Izuku didn't run.
He flowed.
Up the wall, across the ceiling, down the other side—the explosion tore through empty space where he'd been standing. Izuku landed behind Bakugo, grabbed his shoulders, and flipped him onto the ground.
Bakugo: "GAAAH—"
Izuku looks down and looms over Bakugo.
"You've always been stronger than me. Faster than me. More powerful." He stepped back, letting Bakugo rise. "But strength isn't everything."
Bakugo got up, shaking. "DON'T—"
"It's not. You've never learned that because no one's ever made you learn. You just blast through everything and call it victory."
"I DON'T NEED—" Bakugo's palms crackled, a guttural roar ripping from his throat as he lunged. "—LECTURES FROM YOU!"
Izuku met him head-on.
They clashed in the middle of the room.
Bakugo's explosions lit up the space. Izuku's strikes were precise—targeting joints, pressure points, openings. He wasn't trying to overpower Bakugo. He was dismantling him piece by piece.
A strike to the elbow—Bakugo's right arm went numb.
A kick to the knee—Bakugo staggered.
A palm to the solar plexus—Bakugo gasped, air leaving his lungs.
"HOW—HOW ARE YOU—"
Izuku met his gaze, steady and unshaken. "I've been training for this. Not to beat you. To be better than I was yesterday."
"Shut up!" Bakugo's face twisted, venom dripping from the words.
He swung—reckless, desperate. Izuku caught his wrist, twisted, and wrenched him into a lock.
Bakugo struggled, twisting violently against Izuku's grip, but he couldn't break free. Every attempt was met with the same frustrating reality.
Izuku wasn't letting go.
"You're strong, Kacchan." Izuku's voice was calm, almost tired—like he'd been holding this in for years. "Maybe the strongest in our class. But you fight alone. You fight angry. You fight like victory is the only thing that matters."
"LET ME GO!"
"Why? So you can keep making the same mistakes?"
Izuku released him.
Bakugo stumbled forward, caught himself, spun around. His chest heaved. His palms sparked—small, erratic pops that barely lit the space between them. His eyes were wild, but beneath the fury, something else flickered. Confusion. Something that looked almost like fear. He didn't know this version of Deku. He didn't know how to fight it.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" The scream tore out of him, raw and cracking at the edges.
Izuku held his ground. Didn't flinch. Didn't look away. "I want you to understand. Being a hero isn't about being the strongest. It's about protecting people. Working together. Knowing when to fight and when to wait. Knowing when not to."
"I KNOW THAT!" Bakugo's voice was loud, but there was something desperate in it now. Something that sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
"Do you?" For the first time, Izuku's voice sharpened—not loud, but cutting. "Because from where I was standing, it didn't look like it. You left Iida alone. You ignored the mission. You chased me—not because it was the smart move, not because it helped anyone—but because your pride couldn't handle me ranking above you."
Bakugo's fists shook. The sparks from his palms fizzled, sputtered, died. His breathing was heavy, uneven.
"You could have won." Izuku's voice softened again, but the weight didn't leave it. "You and Iida together? That's a strong team. Two of the best fighters in our class. But you threw it away. You threw him away. Because you couldn't control yourself. Because you'd rather lose on your own terms than win with someone else."
The words hung in the air. Bakugo said nothing.
His hands were still at his sides now. No sparks. No explosions. Just fists, clenched so tight his knuckles had gone white.
The silence stretched between them, heavier than any explosion.
Above them, Yaoyorozu found Iida.
He stood guard outside the weapon room, engines humming low in his calves, posture rigid, ready for anything. He'd been waiting for her—or whoever came first.
She didn't attack directly. That would have played to his strengths. Instead, she planted her feet, focused, and created a series of small flash bombs from her arm. Three of them. Enough to fill the hallway with blinding light.
She hurled them through the doorway.
The flashes detonated in rapid succession. Iida threw an arm up, too late—white light seared across his vision. He staggered, blinking, the world reduced to swimming afterimages.
By the time his vision cleared, he was already wrapped in capture tape.
A net launcher and a dispenser lay at Yaoyorozu's feet. She'd worked fast. Efficient.
"Yaoyorozu!" Iida's voice cracked with indignation. "That's—that's cheating!"
She knelt beside the weapon, pressing her palm against it. Cold paper mache. Hollow. But it didn't matter. The exercise was over.
She looked back at him with something almost like a smile. "It's strategy. There's a difference."
She touched the weapon.
"HEROES WIN! THE WEAPON HAS BEEN CAPTURED!"
Two floors below, Bakugo heard the announcement.
The voice echoed through the building, cold and final.
He froze.
The rage that had been burning in his chest flickered. Gutted. He turned toward the ceiling as if he could see through it, as if looking hard enough would undo what had just happened.
"We... lost?"
The word came out smaller than he intended. Barely a whisper.
Izuku watched him.
"You lost." His voice wasn't cruel. It was matter-of-fact. Final. "Not me. Not Iida. You."
Bakugo turned to look at him. Really looked.
For a moment, there was no rage in his eyes. No fire. Just confusion. Exhaustion. Something that might have been doubt—cracking at the edges of everything he'd built himself on.
Izuku held his gaze. "You could have been great today. You chose to be angry instead."
He turned and walked away. His footsteps echoed down the hallway, steady, unhurried.
Bakugo didn't follow.
He stood there, fists at his sides, palms cold and silent. No sparks. No explosions. Just the hollow echo of the announcement still ringing in his ears, and the weight of Izuku's words settling into something he didn't have a name for yet.
The class watched the remaining matches unfold on the monitors, the observation room buzzing with commentary and laughter.
Match 2: Uraraka & Mineta vs Kaminari & Ashido
This was chaos.
Mineta spent most of the match sticking to walls and yelling advice that nobody asked for. Uraraka tried to coordinate with him, but his Pop Off quirk was unpredictable at best—one moment he was hurling sticky balls at the enemy, the next he was attached to a pipe, legs kicking in the air.
Kaminari blasted everything in sight. Including himself. Twice.
Ashido slid around on her acid, laughing as she tried to corner Uraraka, but the slick floor worked against her just as often as it helped.
At one point—no one could explain how—Mineta got stuck directly to Kaminari. Both of them screamed.
Uraraka, now alone against Ashido, used her weightlessness to dodge, floated a chunk of debris as a distraction, and finally touched Ashido's shoulder in a clean capture.
"HEROES WIN! VILLAINS CAPTURED!"
Uraraka emerged from the building, exhausted, her bangs plastered to her forehead. Behind her, Mineta was still attached to Kaminari. Neither looked happy about it.
Kirishima squinted at the screen. "How did they win?"
Sero shrugged. "I have no idea."
Izuku scratched his chin. Uraraka carried that match hard. Mineta... needs work. A lot of work.
Match 3: Todoroki & Shoji vs Tokoyami & Ojiro
This one was over before it really began.
Todoroki froze the entire building entrance in seconds. Ice crawled up the walls, across the floor, sealing every exit in a wall of frost. Tokoyami's Dark Shadow couldn't operate in the sudden darkness—Todoroki had covered every light source in ice, leaving nothing for the shadow to work with.
Ojiro fought bravely. He really did. But Shoji's multiple arms overwhelmed him from three angles at once, and within moments, he was pinned.
"HEROES WIN! VILLAINS CAPTURED!"
Todoroki walked out like nothing had happened. Hands in his pockets. Ice already melting off his shoulder. Shoji followed, nodding politely at Tokoyami, who looked deeply frustrated—Dark Shadow sulking behind him in a puddle of shadow.
Izuku exhaled. Todoroki's power is terrifying. He didn't even try hard.
Match 4: Kirishima & Sero vs Jiro & Koda
Kirishima hardened and tanked Jiro's sound attacks head-on, grinning through every shockwave like it was nothing. Sero swung around the room with his tape, trying to corner Koda, who kept retreating further and further back with each swing.
Koda tried to summon insects, but the indoor environment limited him to a few confused ants and a moth that immediately flew toward the nearest light. Jiro's earphone jacks disrupted Sero's aim more than once, sending his tape swinging wide, but Kirishima's durability eventually won out.
"HEROES WIN! VILLAINS CAPTURED!"
Kirishima pumped his fist. "MANLY VICTORY!"
Sero wiped sweat off his forehead. "I did things. With tape. It was fine."
Jiro crossed her arms, but she was smiling. "Koda tried his best. That's what matters."
Koda signed something small, face red. "...thanks."
Match 5: Asui & Sato vs Aoyama & Hagakure
Tsuyu's frog abilities combined with Sato's sugar rush strength proved too much for the light-and-sparkle duo. Aoyama's laser dazzled but didn't disable—Sato tanked a direct hit and kept moving like a freight train. Hagakure tried to be sneaky, circling around for a stealth capture, but Tsuyu's tongue caught her every single time.
By the end, Hagakure had been caught three separate times. She kept slipping out. Tsuyu kept catching her again. It became almost routine.
"HEROES WIN! VILLAINS CAPTURED!"
Tsuyu tilted her head. "Kero. Good match."
Sato slumped against the nearest wall. "I need to sit down. Sugar crash. Give me five minutes."
Aoyama sparkled even in defeat, striking a pose for absolutely no one. "I WAS MAGNIFICENT!"
Hagakure's uniform drooped where she stood. "No one could see me... but they still caught me... every time..."
Izuku watched each match, taking mental notes. Every student had strengths and weaknesses. Every team dynamic revealed something new.
Todoroki's team won instantly—no surprise there. Uraraka carried Mineta hard. Kirishima and Sero worked together better than anyone expected; their quirks complemented each other naturally. Tsuyu was consistently reliable, as always.
His mind catalogued everything. Old habits from another life.
After all matches concluded, All Might gathered everyone in the center of the observation room, his presence filling the space as usual.
"EXCELLENT WORK, ALL OF YOU! EVERY MATCH TAUGHT SOMETHING VALUABLE!"
He went through each team, pointing out strengths and weaknesses with his usual enthusiasm. Praised Uraraka's creativity despite her partner's unpredictability. Noted Mineta's need for better coordination—diplomatically. Highlighted Todoroki's overwhelming power alongside a gentle reminder about restraint.
When he got to Izuku and Yaoyorozu, his smile widened.
"YOUNG MIDORIYA AND YOUNG YAOYOROZU—YOU DEMONSTRATED PERFECT TEAMWORK. STRATEGY, EXECUTION, AND TRUST. THIS IS WHAT HERO WORK LOOKS LIKE."
Yaoyorozu glanced at Izuku. A small, satisfied nod.
Izuku nodded back, rubbing the back of his neck. It felt strange to be held up as the example. Good strange.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Author's Notes:
https://www.patreon.com/cw/RagingBladeSeer
If you're enjoying the series and want to read ahead (or just help keep it going), consider checking it out — every bit of support means a lot. Thanks for sticking around and being part of the journey!
15 CHAPTERS ADVANCE OF STARTING WITH BLACK CLOVER
5 CHAPTERS ADVANCE OF MHA: LIMITED CHAOS GACHA----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
NOTE: you might be wondering how bakugo lost, tbh this boy was a lost cause during the early arcs of season 1, although I can't deny his strength he also has a stick up his ass when it comes to deku this guy was so arrogant he lost to deku in canon without deku hitting him with his quirk once during the combat trial. bro also is so easy to ragebait. anyway how was the chapter?