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>"Well, that is the issue." Shoto replies, ignoring his home's garden and looking down once more. "This will not be a duel of any kind, so you will not get one."

You stumble on the stone path after hearing that.

"So… You are saying you'll beat me with a stick." You conclude as you point to your left with both hands before moving them to the right, as if going from point "a" to "b". "Lovely."

>"Not quite." He answers, opening the back door to his home for you. "I will try to hit you with slightly variating swings, and you will try to avoid it. That is the whole exercise, simple, but I assure you it worked for me."

While you can't deny that his form and skills are superior to yours and you can argue that he could have overpowered you had your match gone on any longer, if this is how he got there, you aren't quite sure it was worth it.

"Well, if you did it, it can't be that bad" You say, forcing a smile and shrugging. "Don't get pummeled is a pretty simple objective."

>"I would rather not have to do this again, so try to focus." Shoto explains as he guides you back through his spacious home, taking you through a hall you hadn't seen before and into what must be the training room.

Treadmills, floor mats, dumbbells, barbells and kettlebells too, along with some slightly toasted dummies and other supplies hanging from the walls make it pretty obvious, really.

The surveillance cameras on every corner of the ceiling are also pretty obvious.
There was never an attempt to make it look like you are not being watched.

As you inspect the dummies, wondering why would anyone try to practice anything flame related inside a wooden building, Shoto picks up a dark wooden sword from a rack on the wall. He gives a couple of swings at the air before suddenly striking a nearby support beam, grimacing as a piece of the edge splinters and falls off.

>"I do not want to hit you, but if we do this improperly we will have to do it again." He says, coming to stand on a couple dozen square feet of sport mats before explaining. "We begin with two swings and a stab. The first swing will be from the right, the second one form the left and the stab will."

"Should you even tell me all that?" You ask him, walking to meet him in the padded area.

>"It may be painful, but it is still a lesson. By telling you, we can go straight to dodging instead of hitting you until you can read a bokken swing, which turns out to be a pretty useless skill." He explains, frowning at the sabre-shaped piece of wood on his hands. "Nevermind that, are you ready?"

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>What do you do?

>[All you have to do is move out of the way, right? Piece of cake! "'yuup!".]
>[This all came from not trying anything but attacking, right? You are better at blocking, you should try that. "'yuup!".]
>[Raise your arms and cover your face. "Nope! Can't we do literally anything else?"]
>[Write in.]

>Any chit-chat?

>[Write in.]
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Well, that was a break.

>>2413554

> You are better at blocking though.

>>2413554
>As we’ll ever be.

>>2413554
>[All you have to do is move out of the way, right? Piece of cake! "'yuup!".]

>>2413562

Dumbass. That means she says she’ll dodge but block instead.

>>2413597

Was wanting her to say to him that she's a much better blocker. You know, communication is a thing.

>>2413554
>[All you have to do is move out of the way, right? Piece of cake! "'yuup!".]

>>2413593

Testing to see if my wifi-connected phone has the same ID as my wifi-connected laptop.

>>2413554
>[Write in.] Try to dodge the attacks as much as you can. The point of this exercise is to work on dodging and only if we get a chance try to block by doing that
bare handed blade block like in our animes or mom soup operas.

>>2413617

That'll get our hand broken.

>>2413554
>that picture

Man everyone in class 1A must be mad jealous of Shoto

>Any chit-chat?

>[Write in.] "So what you think of the others in class? Excited for the festival?"

>>2413602

> Changing to dodge. PM clarified stats.

>>2413621
Not if we shrink the sword

>>2413554
>[All you have to do is move out of the way, right? Piece of cake! "'yuup!".]
>>2413562
Sometimes, it might be a good idea to dodge dangerous objects that should be dodged. Like fireballs?

>>2413554
>[All you have to do is move out of the way, right? Piece of cake! "'yuup!".]

>>2413633
But shrinking the sword would ruin the point of the excircise.

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>>2413633

>>2413554
>[All you have to do is move out of the way, right? Piece of cake! "'yuup!".]
DOOOOODGE !

>>2413554
>>[All you have to do is move out of the way, right? Piece of cake! "'yuup!".]

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Rolled 4, 6, 4, 9, 4 = 27 (5d10)

Dodging it is!
Would you roll me Dodge(Legs)?!
It's 3d10!

Rolled 6, 7, 9 = 22 (3d10)

>>2413762
YEAH
(Fucker got a triple already!?)

Rolled 6, 5, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>2413762
This is going to hurt...

YYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!

Rolled 6, 2, 8 = 16 (3d10)

>>2413762
YEAAAAAAH

Rolled 3, 10, 10 = 23 (3d10)

>>2413762
Legs for days. YYEEEAAAAHHH!!!

>>2413805
Man. It kinda sucks that it's only Bo3

>>2413810
O-oh. Damn. Forgot about that. Is there a way to bank good rolls?

>>2413833

No.

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>>2413837
Darn

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Shoto jeopardizing his place in the Ushibowl if he concusses us.

>>2414180
Who was the boy that had a vore fetish? Was it Sero? Also is that Aizawa in the bowl?

>>2414213
Iida, obviously! Only candidates for the Ushibowl go in the Ushi Bowl!

>>2414354
It does look like Aizawa though. The brownish grey mass on his shoulders is his thing.

>>2414354
What this anon said :>>2414378

>>2414378
>>2414389
Fine, fine, it was SUPPOSED to be Iida. You guys are so picky.

>>2414464
Now that i think about it and take a good look at it...the hair is to short to be Aizawa.

>>2414512
Yeah, but it's too long to be IIda

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"'yuup!" You answer as you lower your stance as you've learned in the dojo, ready to bounce out of the way. "So what do ya think of the others in class? Excited for the festival?"

>"Try to focus, Ushi. " Wasting no time, Shoto lowers the wooden weapon and steps forwards, delivering the first swing.

Knowing it was to come from the right, and the length of the bokken, it wasn't hard to picture yourself avoiding it. All you have to do is lean and step back. Easy.

As the shaped piece of wood approaches, you try moving back and out of the way.
However, seeing the attack coming doesn't mean you are fast enough to fully avoid it, as the pain on the side of your abdomen assures you.

It's less than you expected, as the bokken loses all momentum after hitting your hardened midsection.
It still hurts though, and you are sure that even that glancing blow that will leave some bruising.

But knowing that it's a set of three strikes, you don't even wince and prepare to try again.

>"But, if you want to know, even after thinking about it I do not have strong opinions regarding most of our classmates." Shoto says as he steps back and readies the second swing, bringing the false blade to his right.

Once more, the swing is telegraphed, but it still manages to strike your side before you can get out of it's way. It's just too fast.

>"And the festival will be my chance to show everyone how I will surpass my father, without his quirk." He continues, pulling the glorious japanese stick back to his side.

There's little difference against the stab. Although you are not stupid enough to try to avoid it stepping back, even when trying to sidestep you are just too slow, leading to another hit to your battered guts.

>"That's the first round." Shoto states, dropping the bokken on the mats and stepping closer. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, -Ow...- okay. Just a bit tender." You answer, feeling even your tank top's fabric on your sore abdomen. "How did I do?"

He brings a hand to his chin and mulls over his words for a few seconds before answering.

>"Weird." He says, pointing at you with his free hand. "You obviously have some familiarity with the concept and technique…"

"Wrestling. I'm taking classes." You interrupt to tell him. "Not many yet, but they have been paying off."

>"That would explain how you know what to do, even if you are not capable of actually doing it." He summarises.

"Hang on a cotton picking minute." You tell him, placing a hand on your hips and pointing at him with the other. "I'm perfectly capable of doing it."

>"Are you sure?" He asks, looking at the discarded bokken.

>What do you do?

>[Like hell you'll throw in the towel! "I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!"]
>[If this keeps up, you'll throw up. "Yer right, I tried, but I'd like to get back on my own two feet."]
>[Write in.]

>Chatter

>["Most of them, uh? What about the others?"]
>[...His quirk?"]
>[Write in.]

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>>2414180
>>2414354
>>2414464

Well, I love it. I think it's really cute.
I also think that Iida looks fine, looking up makes his hair look longer.

>>2414801
>>[Like hell you'll throw in the towel! "I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!"]
>[...His quirk?"]
Why don't you fight with fire?

>>2414801
>>[Like hell you'll throw in the towel! "I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!"]
>>["Most of them, uh? What about the others?"]

>>2414801
>[Like hell you'll throw in the towel! "I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!"]
We can keep this up, and I don't know what to pick for [Chatter]

>>2414801
>[Like hell you'll throw in the towel! "I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!"]

>[...His quirk?"]

“If you got it then why not use it?” (Say that after he explains it to us)

>>2414801
>[Like hell you'll throw in the towel! "I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!"]

>["Most of them, uh? What about the others?"]

>>2414801
Again!

>>2414801
>>[Like hell you'll throw in the towel! "I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!"]
>[...His quirk?"]

>>2414877
OSU!

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Rolled 7, 8, 5, 10, 8 = 38 (5d10)

Not giving up, uh? You are a though gal, aren't you...

Alright! Dodge(Legs)! It's still 3d10!

Rolled 8, 8, 4 = 20 (3d10)

>>2415113

Rolled 3, 8, 5 = 16 (3d10)

>>2415113
YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH

Rolled 9, 1, 10 = 20 (3d10)

>>2415113
YEEEEEART

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Rolled 5, 1, 10 = 16 (3d10)

>>2415113

>>2415113
Do we want to use the Shoto relationship die to try and get a better reault? It's not like it can fail?

>>2415135
No

8,8 vs. 8,8

I forget how this is supposed to work.

>>2415135

No. Also, is that last sentence a question or a statement?

>>2415137
Why no? We already succeeded. So one more die can only result in a better roll.

>>2415143
No.

>>2415139
I think defense wins on a tie?

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>>2415286
It does!

>>2415143
>>2415146
1st guy is correct. Relationship die are safe as long as we get at least one success.

It'd be superfluous and silly to roll them for this, but it WOULD be safe.

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You are not one to just give up if things don't go your way the first time around, and you know you can do this, so you don't even have to think about it.

"I ain't no buzzard bait just yet, keep it coming!" You tell him, stomping a boot on the mats, huffing and pivoting on your knees, ready for what's to come.

>"Alright." Shoto says, picking up the wooden sabre and glaring at the closest camera for a second. "...Let no one say that we are not doing this properly. Are you ready?"

You realize now that last time, by force of habit, you tensed your muscles and braced for impact, even though the idea was to avoid any kind of impact at all. A good way to deal with charging head on, but a clear hindrance when reacting fast is of the essence.

"Yeah!" Your reply, bouncing on your knees and doing your best to be springy.

And for a third time, he swings the bokken at you.

Like the previous times Shoto was about to strike, you can clearly see the arc of the dull blade coming at you, but this time, you make a conscious effort to keep your movements fluid.

A quick hop back makes the first swing go wide, passing inches away and in front of you.

"Ha!" You exclaim, happy with your first success. "Told ya I could do it!"

>"Focus!" Shoto berates you, bringing the bokken back to his right and swinging once more, much higher this time.

Instead of letting it connect with your shoulder or trying to create distance and risking getting hit in the chest, you lean to your right and quickly bend your knee, bouncing back to your feet after the weapon passes inches over your left horn.

YEAH! You are still glad that you aren't getting your plow cleaned anymore, something still bothers you in the back of your mind.

"His quirk?.." You ask, shuffling your feet and following the tip of his weapon with your eyes. "You mean your dad's? What does that even mean?"

>"You more than anyone else should understand it. You too inherited your parents' quirks." Shoto says as he pulls the wooden sabre close, winding his arms for the stab and telegraphing where it would hit. "You know I can burn and freeze, and I assume you know which side is my father's."

As the tip of the bokken speeds towards you, you decide to rotate ninety degrees on your right boot's heel, sliding your left foot behind you and letting the fake sword stab the air in front of you.

Shoto grabs the bokken by its dull blade and holds it in front of one of the cameras for a second before dropping it unceremoniously.

"Hoo-wee! Not even a bump!" You, for your part, pump a fist in the air and lift a foot to stomp on the mat, only stopping when you see Shoto watching you with a raised eyebrow. "Nevermind! -cough- So! What were you sayin' 'bout your old man's side?"

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>"Since he flat out failed to reach his so coveted N° 1 spot on the national ranking, he wants his legacy to be being our generation's N° 1 hero's father." Shoto says, stepping off the mats and walking back to the door. "So I will show him that it will be my mother's quirk that will bring me there, and his will not matter."

You pick up the bokken and go return it to it's rack, staring at the wooden swords as you think about what you just heard. It is, perhaps, an issue too heavy for you to deal while tired and battered, but that weight also makes it hard to ignore.

While you believe in Shoto, it's hard for you to truly understand his situation.

You can understand his vitriol, true, but thinking about how anyone can treat their own son so bad as to turn him against them or how can you hate one of your parents produces the same feeling hearing a single word repeated ad nauseum causes, that is to say, it feels unreal.

>"It is a pretty great rack, something you would know about." Shoto comments from the doorway. "But I think we can make better use of our time than staring."

"Say what now?" You ask, put off by his bluntness. It wouldn't be the first time he comments about it.

"Father has a rather weird preference to surround himself in flammable materials, down to the decor. That is an ancient hand carved katanakake, at least two centuries old." He explains before pointing with his thumb behind him. "We should use our time while you are here and see if having the cabinet in my room has helped me to get any better."

Oh. Wood carving.
Yeah, you know about that.

>What do you do?

>[One out of two isn't really good… What if Endeavor wants to test you later? "Can't we try this one more time? I think I'm about to get it."]
>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]
>[You just never know. "Eh, let's check with our parents before anything else."]
>[Write in.]

>Wanna talk?

>[Inner turmoil? Boy, you sure are a great motivational speaker! "You know that's not how it works, right? I have one quirk. Sure, it mix of Momma and Pa's… But that's pretty much how me on the whole. I reckon it's the same for ya."]
>[Backtrack a bit to a less touchy subject. "So, who amongst our classmates caught your attention?"]
>[A bit weird… "You know, this is the most japanese place I've been in my whole life. It's just so japanse..."]
>[Write in.]

>>2416372
>[You just never know. "Eh, let's check with our parents before anything else."]

>[Backtrack a bit to a less touchy subject. "So, who amongst our classmates caught your attention?"]

>>2416372
>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]

>[Inner turmoil? Boy, you sure are a great motivational speaker! "You know that's not how it works, right? I have one quirk. Sure, it mix of Momma and Pa's… But that's pretty much how me on the whole. I reckon it's the same for ya."]

>>2416372
>>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]
>[Inner turmoil? Boy, you sure are a great motivational speaker! "You know that's not how it works, right? I have one quirk. Sure, it mix of Momma and Pa's… But that's pretty much how me on the whole. I reckon it's the same for ya."]

>>2416372
>>[One out of two isn't really good… What if Endeavor wants to test you later? "Can't we try this one more time? I think I'm about to get it."]
>Write in
Why are you letting your dad control you if you hate him so much? Even if you do exactly the opposite of what he wants, you're still him make your decisions for you. If you spend your life pulling against his strings, you only tell him he still has his strings in you. Ignore him, do what you do because it Shoto wants it. Don't even consider Endeavor.

>>2416372
>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]

>[Inner turmoil? Boy, you sure are a great motivational speaker! "You know that's not how it works, right? I have one quirk. Sure, it mix of Momma and Pa's… But that's pretty much how me on the whole. I reckon it's the same for ya."]

"Plus, if you've got it, why not use it?"

>>2416372
>[One out of two isn't really good… What if Endeavor wants to test you later? "Can't we try this one more time? I think I'm about to get it."]

Gotta do everything we can to get to our dreams!

>>2416372
>>[Backtrack a bit to a less touchy subject. "So, who amongst our classmates caught your attention?"]
This isn't something we're gonna solve in a single conversation, and trying to push him on it probably wouldn't go well considering our low Face score.

>>2416475
I mean we haven't even done anything, so "pushing it" isn't going to happen for a bit.

>>2416372
>[Backtrack a bit to a less touchy subject. "So, who amongst our classmates caught your attention?"]

Probably gonna be nobody (or he'll misunderstand and say Deku or Bakugo or something), but it's a good tension breaker.

>>2416372
>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]

>[A bit weird… "You know, this is the most japanese place I've been in my whole life. It's just so japanse..."]

>>2416372
>>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]

>>[Inner turmoil? Boy, you sure are a great motivational speaker! "You know that's not how it works, right? I have one quirk. Sure, it mix of Momma and Pa's… But that's pretty much how me on the whole. I reckon it's the same for ya."]

>>2416372
>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]

>[A bit weird… "You know, this is the most japanese place I've been in my whole life. It's just so japanse..."]

That rack part made me laugh...oh god my sides.

>>2416372
>>[You just never know. "Eh, let's check with our parents before anything else."]
>[A bit weird… "You know, this is the most japanese place I've been in my whole life. It's just so japanse..."]

I'm trying to read the archived previous threads. Is there a plugin that makes browsing SupTG more bearable? Stuff like expanding images and peeking comment links.

>>2417229
I use greasemonkey/tampermonkey and run a script called "sup/tg/ Archive Quote Functions". Also if you use it for the /qst/ archive add this line of code in the script "// @include http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/qstarchive/*" I put it at line 6. It allows the script to work on the SupTG /qst/ archive as well.

>>2417229
I haven't seen one, but spookyx for archived.moe works fine.

>>2417229
Here is the link for the script, https://greasyfork.org/en/scripts/2065-sup-tg-archive-quote-functions/code

>>2417247
Thank you very much, Anon.

>>2416423
Supporting, I like the Write In.

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Alright.

I'll need you to Roll me Face! (1d10)... It's been a while, Face 1 pal-of-mine!

You can also add Shoto's RD, if you want.
Beware botching it, or failing with Relationship Dice though!

Rolled 7, 1 = 8 (2d10)

>>2418872
Relationship die go!

Rolled 4, 7 = 11 (2d10)

>>2418872

Rolled 10, 7 = 17 (2d10)

>>2418872

>>2416141

See
>>2418875
>>2418886
>>2418896

>>2418901
See what? Relationship die would have been unable to fail if we add it to a roll we already succeeded.

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>2418872

>>2418872
shit man i woulda just voted no if it was vote beforehand, since 2 dice still has a high chance of failure
but now it only looks like i'm saying that just because we did fail it

>>2416372
>>[Right, he has a "Hero Network’s All Star Team Brawl!!!" cabinet. "Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway."]
>>[A bit weird… "You know, this is the most japanese place I've been in my whole life. It's just so japanse..."]

>>2419134
[b] test [/b]

>>2418875
>>2418886
>>2418896
Y'all are bad at statistics. Good job.

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There are moments to be respectful and humble, like when training under someone.
And there are moments to be unabashedly boastful and cocky.
Like when you are about to utterly destroy someone in a classic six button arcade cabinet fighting game.

"Maybe it did, maybe it didn't, but I'll wipe the floor with you anyway." You reply, raising your arms above your head and pointing at the floor before following him out of the training room.

>"We will see about that." He says, putting his hands in his pockets and walking down the hall, wearing that slight curve at corners of his mouth that you have come to understand as a smile.

Since the entirety of the huge building looks like the same wooden walls and shoji repeated over and over, you are sure you'd be lost without Shoto to show you the way.
...Why are there so many rooms anyway?

If you need more than a minute to walk from one end of a single story building to the other, you are just showing off.

The place is so mind-bogglingly monothematic that by the fifth seemingly identical fire themed paper wall, you mentally return to the training session you just left, looking for a thread to pick up and talk about.

"You know that's not how it works, right?" You start, then remember that you can't really expect him to recall what the hell are you talking about. "About your dad and mom's quirks, I mean."

>"...No, I am fairly it is." He says, turning around and showing you his hands, igniting his left index finger and covering his right one in ice. He then interlocks his fingers and melts the ice. "Both of their quirks, same way you introduced yourself, "Big and Small", remember?"

Yeah, you said that… Right after the arcade but before flirting with him. Fun day, that one.

"I only have one quirk." You explain, touching your tank top and turning it first into a dress, then into a tight fitting crop top before returning it to normal. You need to cover those bruises. "Sure, it's a mix of Momma and Pa's… But that's pretty much me on the whole. I reckon it's the same for ya."

He seems to think about it for a second before turning around and resuming walking.

>"I am doomed, then." He says without turning back. "No matter what I do, he has already won. Good to know."

Well… Shit.

"Ain't you a bucket of sunshine… You know sugar, you are making quite a big stink 'bout this." You say,quickly catching up with the taller boy and walking besides him.

He just needs to understand that, despite being the child of his parents, he is his own person, that he is what he decides to make out of himself. Different form the sum of his parts, as it were.

"Your quirk is what it is, and both its sides are never going to change, no matter how hard you try. That's just lineage." You try to explain, tripping over your own words. "You are the same, half your momma, but also half your pa. You are, and always will be, Endeavor's son."

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"Don't hide who you are and use it!" You finish, giving him a wide smile with closed eyes.

For some reason, when you open your eyes, that cute smile of his is gone, replaced not by his normal flat expression but by a simple scowl. You don't get to express your confusion though, as he throws your arm off him and speeds up a bit, leaving you looking at his back again.

You just follow him to his room, and, big surprise, it's as japanese as the rest of the building…

Except for the arcade machine that sticks out like a sore thumb.

He just walks next to it and plugs it in the wall, letting the machine boot. He then just glances at you and points at the player 2 set of stick and buttons.

You take position and acquaint yourself with the control's resistance, but Shoto's expression makes you… Nervous.

>What do you do?

>[Just pop your knuckles and get to the game, same team as last time.]
>[Take your time and pick a new team.]
>[He looks rather… miffed. Maybe playing this isn't such a great idea.]
>[Write in.]

>Chatter

>[What's going on? "Its sumthin' wrong?"]
>[Try to break the tension a bit. "So… Uhm…. Who amongst our classmates caught your attention?"]
>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]
>[Write in.]

>>2419204
>[He looks rather… miffed. Maybe playing this isn't such a great idea.]

>[What's going on? "Its sumthin' wrong?"]

"Did I say something bad again?"

>>2419204
>[Just pop your knuckles and get to the game, same team as last time.]
>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]

Just... Just give him a minute. Really we should ollie out, but that's not really viable at the moment.

>>2419204
>>[Just pop your knuckles and get to the game, same team as last time.]
>>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]

>>2419204
>[Take your time and pick a new team.]
>>[What's going on? "Its sumthin' wrong?"]
Did I stick a foot in my mouth again?

>>2419204
>[Just pop your knuckles and get to the game, same team as last time.]
>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]

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Ushi, Relationship: Shoto, 1D - 1D SHOCKED

Not useable until you patch things up, and may be broken if pushed any further!

Shoto, Relationship: Ushi, 2D - 1D SHOCKED

>>2419204
>[Just pop your knuckles and get to the game, same team as last time.]
>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]

>>2419204
>>2419210
Exactly this answer, please.

>>2419204
Switching to
>[Just pop your knuckles and get to the game, same team as last time.]
>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]

Instead of >>2419210

>>2419204
>[Take your time and pick a new team.]

>[Try to break the tension a bit. "So… Uhm…. Who amongst our classmates caught your attention?"]
>[I was talking with some class B friends about why we decided to be heroes. I wonder what motivates our classmates?]

>>2419204
>[Just pop your knuckles and get to the game, same team as last time.]
>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]

Maybe you guys shouldn't have used a relationship die when there were only so few die to roll.

>>2419915

Agreed.

>>2419915
It was pretty much decided by the three people who rolled, unfortunately
This is why it shoulda been a proper vote

>>2419923
Personally I find this failure more interesting. It might actually lead Ushi to understand something more about Shoto and making their relationship better in the end.

>>2419930
I don't give a FUCK about that, dude. My post was about the fact that three people decided it all just by rolling what they did, when it should have been an actual vote.
Interesting or not is irrelevant to the point I'm trying to make.

>>2419932
Sorry.
Won't happen again.

>>2419932
Don't be upset about it man. I'm glad PM chimed in tho another vote isn't bad, personally I'm not really bothered one way or the other. I don't really get why people want to play so conservative with the relationship dice in general.

>>2419937

Maybe we get some sort of bonus due to this?

>>2419204
>[Take your time and pick a new team.]
>[Keep quiet, better not dig any deeper.]

>>2419943
I know, right? All you really need to do is hang out with the person in question to fix it. And I don't think it requires a roll.

>>2413551
>hitting you until you can read a bokken swing, which turns out to be a pretty useless skill.
You say that now, Shoto...

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Rolled 10, 6, 6, 9, 4, 2, 10 = 47 (7d10)

Alright, roll me 4d10!
It's hands + Ushi's familiarity with the characters and game, btw.

Rolled 8, 10, 9, 1 = 28 (4d10)

>>2420424
YEEAAHH, GAME ON!

Rolled 2, 7, 1, 10 = 20 (4d10)

>>2420424

Rolled 5, 3, 6, 7 = 21 (4d10)

>>2420424

Rolling

Well now that’s just sad.

Rolled 4, 1, 10, 5 = 20 (4d10)

>>2420424

Aww. No pairs, sad face.

>>2420444
Nah we aren't using our mains. Now that Shoto got better at it we cab start getting serious

>dumbasses using RD die for a 2d10 in a non-dire situation
Why.

>>2421708

Hurr durr totally can't fail! hurr durr

>>2421708
Because people though that it wouldn't matter if they failed with the relationship dice.They also didn't thinked through and decided to risk it

>>2421717
Nah. I knew it would likely fail. I just wanted to risk it.
It's not like the consequences are super dire.

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You aren't really sure why Shoto looks so angry.
But you have have a track record of fucking up most conversations that didn't start with flirting, so it's not hard for you to put two and two together and assume you fucked up at some point.

God damn it, you had been in such a great streak…

Still, it's not like you can just ditch him without making things worse, so you just pop your knuckles and wait for him to start the game.

Like it always does, the game asks for player one to pick his first character, but unlike the last time you played this, he picks Endeavor first.

It's not like the order changes anything, but you notice it nonetheless.

As player two, you get to pick your two heroes right after, picking Mt. Lady and Ingenium once more. They may not be your favorite heroes in or out of the game, but they are not half bad as a team.

And, as expected, Shoto picks All Might as his second.

In three seconds time, Mt. Lady and Endeavor enter the scene, posing suggestively before activating her quirk and crashing into the scene like a flaming meteor, nailing a three-points landing, both ready to fight.

While the most classical of hero entrances would normally warrant a comment from you, a quick glance to your left reminds you how badly you seemingly did last time you opened your mouth. It would be better to let things cool down instead of risking making things worse.

A stark contrast from what starts happening on the screen after the first few button test moves.

At your command, Mt. Lady tries to close the gap and kick, but as the Flame Hero yells half of the screen erupts in blue flames, quickly milling away at her healthbar.

Maybe it's just not feeling the game, being distracted by whatever mistake you made this time, or maybe Shoto really has gotten better since you last played, practicing on that very machine.

Whatever the reason may be, the result is clear.

The timer didn't get to hit thirty seconds before Mt. Lady was out, thanks to a barrage of low damaging attacks that hit Mt. Lady's massive hit box each time, before being swiftly felled by a Endeavor's most damaging attack, the Hellspear.

Ingenium fared little better, as all you managed to to do was abusing the invincibility frames of his dash and bouncing from one side of the screen to the other, occasionally blocking a punch or managing to scratch the Flame Hero. It lasted until Shoto decided to swap to All Might, using his low amount of transition frames to quite literally smash the Turbo Hero's health away, managing to hit in between dashes with little you could do about it but flail at the buttons and hope something happens.

But it didn't, giving Shoto the first round.

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The second round started a bit better, as l swapping right at the beginning proved to be the right thing to do, giving you a full minute of hope as you managed to connect most if not all of Ingenium's engine powered jabs before a well aimed Hellspear, predicting your next move, stuns the fragile hero just long enough to be finished by… a mauling?. Sure, Endeavor's basic hits pack a decent punch, but his strengths lie on his powerful and versatile ranged attacks.

As Mt. Lady enters the fray to relieve her teammate, you try shrinking her to her normal height, something you only dare try to reduce her massive hitbox and maybe, just maybe, survive the hyper-aggressive virtual beating Shoto had been giving you so far.

Turns out, that for someone deserving your praise for mastering fighting at such a massive size… She's a pretty lackluster fighter without her quirk. In fact, you are pretty sure that the only reason you could even do that was to see a tech demo of the game's jiggle physics and or her moans when hit at that size.

If she recorded those herself, she lost a bit of your respect.

This time All Might only shows up to deliver the finishing blow on the poor heroine, before the screen turns to All Might and Endeavor's victory screen, with that same back to back baddasses pose that it showed last time you played.

You just sigh and slide your hands off the cabinet, swiping your brow.

"Ah reckon I'm worse than I remember." You say, smiling sheepishly.

>"Agreed." Shoto replies, nodding slowly.

Yeah.... Any excuse to shimmy away would be nice.

Luckily for you, the heavy sounds of approaching hoof and footsteps on the chirping wooden floor signal an incoming chance to do just that.

>"Shoto, Young Walker." Endeavor addresses both of you as he slides the door open. "I assume your training went well, since you found enough time to waste on that contraption."

While the Flame Hero has a greater range range of expressions than his son, it seems to consist of various kinds of contemptful stares, disapproving frowns and dismissing glares. You are not which one of those is currently trying to cow you, but it's definitely one of those.

A hard contrast with Momma's positivity, really. She's just happy to be there.

>"It could have been a fluke, but she managed to do it on her second try." Shoto answers, turning around to face his father.

>"Well then." The elder Todoroki says, turning specifically to you, keeping eye contact and reaching for your shoulder.

With Momma watching and your rather angry friend in the room, you stay still.

He grabs your arm and makes you lift it, pressing first on your deltoid and then on your bicep with his thumb, judging.

>"I see you are improving. Good." The hero says, letting go of your arm and giving you a pat on the head. "Next week I'll test you myself, so don't slack off."

"I won't." You say, rubbing your arm where his finger dug into your flesh. "...ow."

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>"While it was a pleasure to have you here, Katsumi, your daughter's training would be much faster if I could oversee it myself." Endeavor says, turning back to look at your mother and pointing with his arm in your general direction. "And I would hate to give either of you less attention than required."

>"Sure! Right, I won't bother you anymore." She replies, nodding fast enough to make her bell bounce and ring. "I'll just pick her up next week!.. Unless you want to talk or something, I'm free most hours of most days!"

...Being someone so mellow, it's odd to see her so close to squeeing.

>"Great." The other adult on the room says with a nod, walking out. "Then we'll see you off."

It felt like hours of fake smiles and awkward goodbyes, but in a couple of minutes you are in Momma's car and on route to the house, thinking about the half-hearted dismissal you got from Shoto and what will you do with what little time is left on the day.

It's a long trip, enough to allow you to soak in your own thoughts with little distraction but the seemingly still newsworthy attack at USJ.

>What do you do?

>[Just do your routine and go to bed, tomorrow's another day.]
>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
>[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]
>[Write in.]

>>2421990
>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
>[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]

Do the second thing before bed.

And I hope he didn't keep all of the stuff we wrote on the Discord server.

>>2421990
>>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
>>[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]
Look up the internet comments near bed.

>>2421990
>>[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]

>>2421990
>>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
>>[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]
Oh boy! The Internet is such a kind place.

>>2421990
>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
>[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]

Are we allowed to to both? If so, do both.

>>2421990
>>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
>>[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]

>>2421990
>>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
An apology definitely seems to be in order. I fully expect Grape to make a big deal about a girl giving a bento but fuck him.

>>2421990
>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]

>"Consider to ask Spring Tiger for trainning and tips to dodge or avoid damage( we still have classes on wenesday at the dojo right?) since we seem to be lacking in such refine technique."

>>2422268
It's still monday

>>2421990
>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]
That and:
[Look up what the internet thinks of the students at the USJ attack.]

>>2422277
Meh it was a bad idea anyway. I will.just keep my normal vote and ditch the write in.

>>2422184
Deki gonna be mad jelly because we made lunch to Shoto.

>>2421990
>>[You know Shoto's favorite dish, and it's made of pretty common stuff. There's no issue an apology home cooked meal and an explanation can't fix.]

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Okay then, let's browse the web after some cooking! Roll me Shop(Hands) + 1d thanks to some top notch knives! That makes it 5d10!

Rolled 3, 6, 1, 8, 5 = 23 (5d10)

>>2422919
YEEEEEAAAH

Rolled 8, 8, 7, 7, 2 = 32 (5d10)

>>2422919

Rolling

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Rolled 3, 9, 4, 8, 6 = 30 (5d10)

>>2422919
YEAAAAAAAAAAAH

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>>2422925
Master chef Ushi.

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Had you been anyone else, such a long trip may have meant you wallowed in self pity for your problem.
Not the daughter of Jonathan Walker though. Maybe is an engineer thing, or just Pa thanks to his weird coworkers, but he always taught you to think about the solutions to your problems, not wallow in them.

Sure, you can be an idiot and smash yourself silly against it, or you can look at it for a bit and find out the best way to deal with it.

And, considering that the first thing you did together the day you met was getting lunch, an apology meal is doubly appropriate.

You had cold soba that day, and you are pretty sure he mentioned being fond of them. That, along with the fact that you shouldn't need to stay up too late cooking something as simple as noodles, makes them the perfect dish for this.

Thus, the moment the car stops in front of the house, you practically jump out the door, with your mind set on your goal and hands itching to make it come true.

>"Uh? Why the hurry, hun?" Momma asks as you unlock the front door and push it wide open. "Did you forget your homework or something?"

"Nope!" You answer, leaving your hat by the door and dashing up the stairs. "Gonna cook me a couple bento though!"

While the sportswear is comfy and mostly free, after the sparring, dodging and… you are not sure if videogames make you sweaty, but regardless of the exact cause, you'd rather not go on to cook anything while grimy.

Nothing a short shower and a new change of clothes can't fix, so with fresh panties, spats and a loose shirt, you walk to the kitchen and find a simple dinner for two on the table, with your mother waiting for you.

You just wolf down the rice and soup, leaving your mother to finish her meal alone on the table. It's not like you actually left her alone or anything, you only went to look for the ingredients you'll need. On the same room!

>"So, what are you cooking exactly?" Momma asks, pulling a tokkuri out of the fridge and pouring herself an ochoko.

"Soba, if I can find the damn buckwheat noodles." You answer as you look under the cupboard for said ingredient, but pulling out an open paperbag almost full of gray flour instead. "But all I can find is buckwheat flour!.. Why do we have buckwheat flour for anyway?"

Momma looks at the ceiling for a couple of seconds, sipping her cup of cold sake before answering.

>"I think I bought it for baking along with the starch, but the dang thing just crumbles apart when you knead it, so I sort of forgot about it. A darn shame, really. I remember buckwheat bread being good for us." She says, shrugging. "But I can't recall ever buying soba noodles, so you will have to wait till tomorrow and go buy some."

"Eh, I got the flour and the internet, I'll make them myself." You tell her, placing the flour on the table and your phone next to it, reading the first recipe for the noodles themselves you could find.

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Apparently, if you are imprecise or press too much on one point in the dough, it would crumble apart and be ruined. It recommends that you mix in regular flour in if you have no experience with buckwheat's, but you ignore it.

You trust your hands, skills and tools.

Especially the knife set on that nifty black suitcase you brought with you.

How hard can it be, anyway?
Noodles are just string-bread, after all.
You are great with bread.

After a couple minutes of effortlessly kneading and flattening the dough, folding it and chopping it with the chef's knife of Momo's gift, you arrive at the conclusion that the internet is full of pansies and amateurs.

As you set the water, stove and a bowl of cold water for the next part, you notice your mom returning the tokkuki to the fridge.

"Good enough for government work, and better than store bought." You say, referring to your beautifully sliced noodles, leaving a strainer on the sink and placing a water-filled pot of water on the counter before turning to face your mother and asking her. "So, you were planning on baking something other than yourself?"

>"It's just a nightcap, hun." She says, emptying her ochoko for what you assume must be the second time, letting you see a light pink hue on her cheeks. "I'm just barely feeling the fuzz!"

"Sure…" You say, rolling your eyes. While you could have waited for the water to boil in silence, you take the chance to sate your curiosity. "When you said us, you meant, like… people in general? Women? or… You know..."

>"Bovine Mutants, Hokkaido Cows, however you wanna call it hun." She answers, pointing a thumb first at herself and then at you. "Though I guess any other kind of mutants with chambered stomachs would have the same issues with-"

"Okay! I'm not listening anymore!" You answer, dropping the noodles into the boiling water.

She may be the one wearing a cowbell with pride, but you don't need that kind of bullshit back on your life!

She got away from that enclose cow-mutant community, that… farm up north decades ago!

God knows you love her, but why does she bring that up!? You don't need details, don't want details! You are trying to separate yourself from all that! There's no way in hell you would have wanted to know back then that two generations ago her side of the family was as cow as it could be on two legs, and you wish you didn't know!..

But you can't be too mad either. In a way, it's what you'll fight for.

If you had it hard, you can barely imagine how a kid with momma's mutations would have done in the wild, cruel outside world. Heck, you are pretty sure the only reason you are doing so well in U.A. is because of how nice almost everyone is, especially with japanese bullying being known for being even worse than the american equivalent…

So you avoid thinking of the adults happy to live in a place that's commonly called a farm, and think of the little ones. They can go elsewhere if they want. Be something else.
You'll show them they can.

It's a nice thought to calm you down and get back to cooking.

Thus, you get to draining and then rinsing your noodles.

You serve the noodles in a pair of simple plastic bento boxes you had lying around.
While the noodles themselves look pretty great, they are still just noodles.

So you get to work on the rest of the meal, quickly picking up a couple bottles of what you'll need to make Tsuyu… and a steak.

No way you aren't going to improve this! Bento dividers make sure that the noodles will remain pure to their own flavor, while leaving you ample space for a good piece of texan style beef!

The sauce is just a mix of a sauce Momma had a stock of and soup stock in the right proportions, so you quickly get that done and out of the way, leaving it to freeze in a tray on the freezer.

That should make sure Shoto actually tastes your cold soba tomorrow, not lukewarm soba.

Breading and frying the cheapest cuts of the butcher may be your favorite way to save money after using your quirk and two glasses for nigh infinite drinks at theaters.

Chiken-fried steak is just a joy to make as you hum your way through the steps that are basically muscle memory by now readying gravy, white flour and meat alike, and while this time you didn't manage to match what you did last time, it's still something your Texan heart can feel proud of-

>"Would it kill you t-to try just makin' gyudon for once?" Momma comments, slouching on the table, next to the mysteriously reappearing tokkuri. "...I mean… It was a great flag day, but maybe I should have just… dunno. Is this some american zodiac thing? I brought you here for heaven's sake…"

"Okay, that's enough for today." You tell her, leaving both bento boxes aside for a minute and taking the sake container off the table. "You had your nightcap, go to bed."

>"Fine…" She says, raising to her hooves and slowly walking away. "...Bossy."

You wait until you hear her hooves reach the top of the staircase before returning to your culinary work. Dad used to keep her in check…

Anyway, you quickly set to decorating the meals in their boxes.
Considering what you were talking about when you messed up, you pick up a pair of square metallic dividers and start bending them, ending with a rough snowflake and a tree.

You fit the steak on the outer edges and fill most of the snowflake with noodles, along with the tree. Then you bend three more dividers to suit your needs, making a recognizable enough flame and a pair of small horns.

It'll be really pretty once you the place frozen sauce in there!

But for now, you leave the boxes on the fridge, ready to finish in the morning and be served at lunch.

It's past your bedtime, and you have no intention of flunking the midterms for something as stupid as being sleepy in class. Even if you still aren't sure when they are!

Carefully honoring your surname on your way upstairs, you take a second to listen to your mother's soft snoring before going into your own room and going over your daily exercises before checking on Tin and its game of solitaire (Which you think it's almost over).

Finally, you change into the enlarged, almost dresslike shirt you call your pajamas and go brush your teeth before dropping into bed, leaving your phone on the nightstand.

…
...
…

Then you turn around and pick your phone up, looking up what the internet has to say about not only the USJ attack, which you lived through, but about the students who survived and repealed the ambush.

While the search engine throws hundreds of thousands of results at you, the first three are what call your attention the most.

A traditional news site, with its article on the matter already updated a few times, and an active comments section.

A big-for-them Hero Otaku forum, with it's own pinned thread about not only the attack, but specifically the "future heroes".

And a pinned thread on an imageboard, which still looks very much active.

Opening each on a new tab, you skim through the news article first, ignoring all the boring stuff you already knew, but finding somewhat interesting the facts that Mt. Lady, Desutegoro and Kamui are confirmed to be part of the increased security at the festival, in response to the fears of a villain attack on the school and that, apparently, they had a pretty accurate grasp on quite a few of the class' quirks thanks to the police.

While the article and its updates are fairly neutral, or at least biased in a way you agree with, the comments are a bit more interesting, bringing a smile to your face.

>"I think this time most scouters will go for the freshmen instead of the seniors, I know I would, those kids must be crazy strong!"

>"After getting into U.A and living through THAT, I bet they are more competent already than the dumbasses who patrol my neighborhood. Three agencies in a street and a guy still ran away with a TV!"

>"Isn't this crop of freshmen being trained by All Might himself? I bet we'll see them all over the media in a couple of years."

>"So… who's gonna tell Mt. Lady that she has an upcoming upgrade coming so soon?"
>>"She even got the fake horns thing down pat! Wood goes better with that costume, but she'll have to get that headband fixed by the festival."

Goddamn it!
THEY ARE REAL!!!... Good thing you didn't say that out loud, but it's still infuriating.
Real, living, and mostly feeling wood! Why is it so hard to grasp!?

On the Hero Otaku forums, they seem bursting with enthusiasm about the festival and getting accurate readings on this year's freshmen.

>"So, the green haired boy is "super strong, with drawbacks". Who even wrote this!? This means everything and nothing all at once!!!"

>"With a Todoroki and a Yaoyorozu in there, this class is already promising. Add an Iida and I can say that I can't wait for the festival to begin! I need to see those three in action and the sleepers too!"

>"Okay, "Hardens" is a valid quirk description. "Creates" works out of sheer legacy, but whoever wrote "Melts" for the pink girl is not taking this seriously."

>"The foreign one "gives and takes size". Is that a height vampire or something?"

>"Either a straining quirk, she has no stamina or just got beaten. She was the only unconscious one."

>"But also was needed by the police, so she must do something impressive in some way."

>"...I hate leaks. They tease far more than they give. I want Present Mic to give them an intro already."

>"... Is "Explosive Rage" a quirk or a trait?"

Well, your's is a straining quirk, you are impressive and that's all you want to remember of this guys.

The imageboard…

It started somewhat normal, talking about the news of the attack.
Then it moved on, to screenshots of your classmates taken from the news.

You know better than to expect niceness from the internet, and some posts make some valid points, like "If that's Endeavor's son, and his red side is fire, what's up with the scar?" and most of "The ponytailed one's costume looks like she's a fall away from flashing everyone. Plz be on camera."

Then it gets weird, creepy, and a mite scary, when they get to you.

That part started when some anonymous user posted a screenshot of you laying on the stretcher as you were carried away from the site, with red circles around your tongue, horns and chest.

>"There's a cow in there. Discuss." Was all the text said.

>"Cow passes out on battle, what a surprise. What is she even doing there?" Posted some fat ass whose quirk is probably something stupid like pulling out his own eyes.

>"Poor dragon girl." Replied someone who apparently didn't read jack…

Do you look like a dragon?.. Neat-o

>"...isn't that the one from that one vid?"
>>"Link me up!"
>>>[Cow.Sushi.webm]
>>>>"I wanna be that sushi roll."
>>>>>"faget"

...There was no part of that exchange that didn't shake you a bit, and no matter how you interpret that second to last reply, it was gross.

You also take note to avoid cylindrical food and cameras in the future.

>"Is that an american flag on her neck? I thought her kind were all japanese." Posted someone who was clearly on to something. You are too american for this shit.

>"I'd hit it, no need to wake her up."
>>"FUCKING HELL SHE'S A MINOR!!!"

Thank you, person with an ounce of morals who still posts there for some reason!

>"I hope she makes it big time, I could use her merch." Posted someone who might be your first fan…

Yay!

>"That's wood, fag. Not real horns, no cow."

… That one gave you pause. Should you be mad at that one?

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Then it got worse and worse, as you read them in a blur of disgust.

>"I want to bring her home and pet her. Poor thing must be so scared."
>"Imagine her leaking in action kek."
>>"Think that the villain to capture her will try to make his own herd?"
>>>"STILL UNDERAGE!!!!!"
>"Cows aren't for fighting. Someone bring her a meal and a blanket."
>"She looks so confused! :("
>>"That's the concussion asshole."
>>"You mean she's not just that stupid?"
>>>"Implying a cow can be anything but stupid."
>>>>"Is this a woman thing or a cow thing I lost track guys."
>>>>"But of course a cow can be more than just stupid. They can also be a meal."
>>>>>"Man, anyone else wants some burgers right now?"
>"Ever have Hokkaido milk? I have. Heroism is a waste of a cow."

That was the point in which you closed the browser, stood up, walked to the bathroom and threw up on the sink.

Beyond the implied threats, it wasn't that much worse than school, but you had gotten used to good, nice people.

The only reason you can even sleep that night, is the consolation that people don't really act like they do on the internet. There wouldn't be much of a world if they did.

You wake up feeling…
Okay.
Not thrilled by the new day as usual, but…
Rested. Just that.

You go for a much needed, long lasting shower, thinking…

Fuck 'em. That's it.

You wrestled with a giant robot, nabbed an injured teacher from under the noses of two villains who could have killed you in an instant, and got a piece of your skeleton broken and burnt.

Mere words aren't scary anymore.

With renewed confidence, you step out of the shower and get ready for the day.

>What do you do?

>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing your still charged prepaid card. You feel like going back to that paraphernalia store and getting that almost working replica of Sniper's revolver. ]

>[Finish your boxes and go to school, there's lots of people to hang out with and little time, better not make plans now.]

>[Finish your boxes and go to school, (Write in.)]

>>2424498
>>[Finish your boxes and go to school, there's lots of people to hang out with and little time, better not make plans now.]
Also
>shrink the prepaid card and store it so that nobody can steal it and use it, then bring it with
Just in case.

>>2424507
support.

>>2424498
>>2424507
Seconding as well

>>2424507

Seconding

>>2424498
>>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

>>2424498
>[Finish your boxes and go to school, there's lots of people to hang out with and little time, better not make plans now.]

>tfw no perfectly marbled Wagyu gf

>>2424498
>>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

>>2424498
>>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

>>2424498
>[Finish your boxes and go to school, there's lots of people to hang out with and little time, better not make plans now.]

>>2424498
>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

>>2424498
>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

>>2424498
>>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]
Time for Tin to get some upgrades.

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>>2424498
>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

Man that last part gave me a feel. I'm to sensitive for the internet

>>2424498
>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]

>>2424532
You monster...10/10 good one anon.

>>2424498
>>[Finish your boxes and go to school, there's lots of people to hang out with and little time, better not make plans now.]

>>2424498
>>[Finish your boxes and go to school, there's lots of people to hang out with and little time, better not make plans now.]

Our schedule is a mess, let's not stress ourselves out.

>>2424498
change to
>[Finish your boxes and go to school, bringing Tin with you. It's time to pay a visit to the school's workshop after class.]
from >>2424509

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Momma isn't up yet, but that's fine by you.

Whipping up breakfast isn't even an issue, with toast, bacon and eggs making for a quick first meal of the day and leaving you with quite a few minutes to finish the bento boxes.

You pull out the Tsuyu tray out of the freezer and stare at it for a couple of seconds, thinking about how would you get the frozen sauce out of the tray without making an unpresentable mess.

In the end, Momo's knives prove to be the solution, letting you slice deep crevices into the sauce and break it into manageable blocks.

You place the horns shaped dividers by the noodle filled tree and fix it into the box, before taking the flame one and placing it inside the snowflake, then filling both of them with chopped blocks of frozen sauce.

Finally you close, stack and wrap the boxes in a patterned furoshiki, making use of the wrapping some sake bottles still come bundled in. You can't claim to completely get the bento culture, but you are sure your work is more than pretty enough to not be mocked!

Since shrinking them would make the ice melt that much faster, you decide to carry the bundle by hand, but leave it by the door for now.

Before leaving, you go back to your room and look for your inches tall robot, finding it hobbling on your desk, spreading your deck over the table.

"Pack up, buddy!" You tell it, getting it to turn it's red eye towards you. "We gonna getcha all patched up today!.. Ah hope."

>"Acknowledged." It replies, rolling over the table and shuffling back the cards. It only trips once on its misshapen wheel, and it doesn't seem to mind at all, but you can't help but feel sorry for it.

A couple of minutes later, you go on your merry way to the train station with Tin, the deck, and All Might's gasmask on your backpack, hat on your head, card on your cleavage and your bento bundle on your hand.

A tiny part of you can't help but find the gazes and leers some of the commuters direct at you somewhat threatening after your late night reading, but you choose to ignore it. You are used to being ogled by now, and as long as no one tries anything, it's all fine and dandy.

The train itself doesn't take long, arriving just in time, but not bringing any familiar faces this time. Luckily for you, it's not a long ride, letting you get into Classroom 1-A with a few minutes to spare.

And after Mr. Aizawa called for the class representatives to attend to your duties, you took charge of the announcements as Momo took attendance.

"And please remember that today is the last day to sign up for the school clubs!" You read from the sheet the teacher handed to you.

Crap. You had forgotten about that. Last week you wanted to join the track club, but you aren't really sure you'd have the time anymore...

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After that little surprise, classes were fairly standard, with only one notable success.
It wasn't too hard to notice that Denki has other's phones charging on his lap, nor was it to pass around a few brand new Yaoyorozu-made replacement pencils to those who needed them.

But it took you to the third eraser to notice that you were being used to be cheap on stationery. It actually makes you somewhat happy, being part of the class' harmony.
Standing out is great, but fitting in feels fuzzy inside.

The instant the class is dismissed for lunch, you pick up your furoshiki and go to the cafeteria, standing on the doorway and looking around for Shoto's coveted second-worst illuminated table.

It's not hard to spot, really. Shoto's hair stands out, pretty much at the opposite side of the room. Luckily, you weren't pushed out of the way this time.

Thus you walk through the students filled room, not bothered by the glares you get from some general studies guys, only worrying about not bumping into anyone.

It's halfway through the room that, with a twitch of your ear, familiar voices catch your attention and make you stop on your tracks.

>"..re she goes. Homemade lunch for two." Comes Mineta's voice from a nearby table. "You lost her. Between the first meet rule and pretty boy Todoroki being the mysterious, strong and rich friend, it was just a matter of time."

>"...They are just friends?" Denki replies, doubtful. "I mean, I still got a chance… right?"

>"Totally." Mineta answers, dripping sarcasm. "They've only known each other for longer and hang out regularly!.. I told you to grab what you could of those handfuls and squeeze when you had the chance."

You raise an eyebrow and turn around to glare at the purple midget, but he's not even looking in your direction. Instead, you look at Denki.

>"Dude." Denki says, slumping over his tray. "None of us knows crap about all this dating thing, but not making every girl hate you feels like common sense. But what am I saying… I know shit too."

>"If it makes you feel better, we'll still get to see her jump in costume in foundational hero studies." Mineta tells him, patting him on the back. "I know it makes me feel better."

>What do you do?

>[Go sit by Shoto and give him the lunch you made for him, as an apology. "I wasn't quite thinkin' straight back then, and that thing I said… I didn't mean it. Sorry."]
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]
>[Give Shoto the lunch you made for him and go sit elsewhere, this kind of things are embarrassing! "Sorry!"]
>[Give Shoto the lunch you made for him and apologize, then go sit by Denki.]
>[Give Shoto the lunch you made for him and apologize, then go sit by Denki, giving him the bento you stylized after yourself.]
>[Write in.]

>>2426937
>>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]
Gotta explain shit

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]

>>2426937
>[Give Shoto the lunch you made for him and go sit elsewhere, this kind of things are embarrassing! "Sorry!"]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto and give him the lunch you made for him, as an apology. "I wasn't quite thinkin' straight back then, and that thing I said… I didn't mean it. Sorry."]
>[On your way over, see if Denki wants to hang out with you at the workshop after class. There's probably gonna be a bunch of waiting around and you don't want to keep blowing him off.]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto and give him the lunch you made for him, as an apology. "I wasn't quite thinkin' straight back then, and that thing I said… I didn't mean it. Sorry."]
>[On your way over, see if Denki wants to hang out with you at the workshop after class. There's probably gonna be a bunch of waiting around and you don't want to keep blowing him off.]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point.]

>[I’m sorry. I’m not great with words. If spiting your father is important to you, I guess that’s okay. But I can’t hold back if I’m going to be able to be the hero I need to be.]

>>2426989
I don't see how the second statement is related to the first.

>>2426992
It explains why we cared in the first place that he wasn’t using his fire.

If I were to be more antagonistic about it, I’d say that holding back is conceited and reckless because it implies that he is so powerful he can survive any villain attack with one hand behind his back even though everyone else including the experts have to give it their all. Certainly, Ushi cares too much about being a great hero and thereby an inspiration, (as well as not getting killed in the line of duty) to not give it her 100%. The only justification for Shoto holding back is if angering Endeavor is a priority over being the best possible hero he can be.

Basically, we had a near-death experience, as did many of his peers, and he’s still playing around. If his dad is well and truly dead to him then he shouldn’t care what he thinks.

Maybe the given option was better but it had a baked-in assumption that we’re just right that rubbed me kinda wrong.

>>2427011
We kinda are right about how being a spiteful prick is being a spiteful prick.
But I get what you're saying. Maybe if you added a "and you shouldn't either" to the end it would be clearer.

>>2427031
I thought about it but I felt that it’d be more effective to let him come to that conclusion on his own, rather than telling him what to do, which might hurt our chances of recovering our relationship die. Plus, there’s something to be said for brevity in write-ins.

>>2426937
Lets ramp up the FEELS a bit.
>>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I think what I said came out a bit different to what I thought, and I'm sorry if it offended you. The way I see it, disliking your quirk is disliking yourself, and not being confortable with who you are sucks, y'know? I know. What I'm trying to say is, I think you are great Shoto, no matter who is or who isn't in your DNA, all of you is great and it breaks my heart a little that you don't see it that way..."

>>2427055
I like it.
I support this if >>2426944
doesn't win.

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto and give him the lunch you made for him, as an apology. "I wasn't quite thinkin' straight back then, and that thing I said… I didn't mean it. Sorry."]

We're here to apologize, not belabor the point.

>>2426937
>>[Go sit by Shoto and give him the lunch you made for him, as an apology. "I wasn't quite thinkin' straight back then, and that thing I said… I didn't mean it. Sorry."]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto and give him the lunch you made for him, as an apology. "I wasn't quite thinkin' straight back then, and that thing I said… I didn't mean it. Sorry."]

And then we'll explain Denki, but later.

>>2426986
Voting for this

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]

>>2426937
>>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]
Suits the divider art.

>>2426937
>>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]

>>2426937
>[Go sit by Shoto, give him the lunch you made for him and explain your point. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery, but I had a point. Bloodlines can't be changed, but they are just a starting line. You are what you make out of yourself… I'd know."]

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Alright, tallied up!

>>2413554
Exactly how long are we supposed to wait before we threesome that poor boy?

>>2429054
I’d guess three temporal units.

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>>2429054
At least after the festival? I also wonder who Ushi will get to pair with in the school exam.

>>2430082
Ushi is pretty versatile, so she doesn't have a bad pairing really. My guess is Shoto.

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>>2430095
But i wanted Ushi paired with Momo. For that ubermensch combo.

>>2430114
Sure, that's a good pair too. I feel like Momo and Ushi are getting closer all the time.

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Denki is right.
Even if this time it was a more-or-less private conversation in which you just happened to hear his comment, making every other girl in the class hate him with his words and actions isn't going to help his chances. Even you, having heard and now read far worse, are annoyed.

…And also about you and Shoto being friends. This newfound lack of free time is not making your brand new social life any favors, and say what you want about your miserable years in elementary school, at least you had time to spare.

Maybe talking up the guy would be in order, and you don't think you would deny him a second date if he asked, but you just don't have the time right now!

Instead you walk up to Shoto's table and place your bento bundle on the table.

"...It ain't taken, right?" You ask him as you pull out the chair next to his.

He looks up at you for an instant and goes back to staring at his white rice.
Not to disrespect Lunch Rush, but this time, you think your dish is the superior one.
...Although you didn't have a budget nor a need to feed hundreds. Scale matters on this things.

>"No." He replies without looking at you. "It is free."

This looks bad, but as you take the empty seat for yourself, you find yourself somewhat glad that you didn't let this fester and get worse.

"I think you oughta know by now that words ain't my thing." You say, then unwrap the bento. "But actions are, and I recall you really liking these…"

As you drag the last word, you open both bento and slide his in front of him, displacing his tray. Not that he seems to mind though, as he seems enraptured by the grayish white noodles, steak and the now mostly thawed sauce, which seems to have actually kept the whole thing fairly cold so far.

Like you wanted, the bento looks pretty good, with the small flame full of the dark red dipping sauce in the middle being surrounded by the noodles in the snowflake shaped divider, the steak filling the space under the snowflake and the white gravy filling the area above it.
Not a perfect scene, but quite good for a first attempt at a bento.

"So I made them for you." You say, leaving your own bento by the side to observe his reaction. "Call it my surefire way to say I'm sorry for making you mad. "

He once more looks at you, slowly spinning his spork on the noodles as he does so.
You hold your breath as he dips the noodles on the cold sauce before bringing it to his mouth.

>"Hmm~" He moans, closing his eyes as he loudly slurps the noodles.

And for the first time in the weeks you've known him, you get to see a genuine smile on his face as he chews. Not the small ones you had to look for, but neither a wide unnatural one. Just a content smile.

"I take it you like it?" You ask him as he spins a new sporkful of noodles. "Try the chicken fried steak too, it won't disappoint!"

Instead of answering or following your suggestion, he lifts the spork and analyses the noodles for a second.

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>"Extra thick…" He comments before eating them, then continues with a question. "Where did you get them?"

"I had to make the whole thing from scratch. Flour, actually." You answer, opening your own bento.

With the steak making a brownish floor, your bento makes a bit more sense, looking like a lone horned tree weathering the white winter. It is encrusted with steak and menaces with spikes of noodle.

>"Impressive." He says as he continues eating.

"So…" You ask as you dip your noodles into the sweet smelling sauce. "Apology accepted? Are we friends again?"

At that line, he stabs his spork into the steak and lets go of it, his smile fading into his normal flat expression, but showing slight hints of surprise.

>"Did we ever stop?" He asks, looking straight at you.

"You seemed mad…" You answer, slowly eating your lunch. Not that it wasn't good, far from it, but you didn't want to have your mouth full in case you needed to interject for any reason.

>"While I do not really hold you accountable for it, you carved open some scars I had forgotten about." He says, then shifts his gaze to the floor. "I was trying to not vent on you, but I guess that looked just as aggressive."

"All forgiven then?" You ask, sighing in relief and waiting for his confirmation.

>"No." He simply answers, resuming his enjoyment of his bento.

"What?!" You ask him, almost choking and accidentally eating a sporkful of noodles without any chewing.

>"This is a bribe. A great one, and I am taking it, but be honest." He says, pointing at you with his own spork. "You are not sorry about what you said."

Be honest? Has he even seen you trying to lie? You suck at it.

"...True." You confess, rubbing your temples and looking down at the table, trying to make sure you don't fuck up again. "I may have … Okay, I royally fucked up the delivery. And I'm sorry if it offended you, but the way I see it, disliking your quirk is disliking yourself, and not being comfortable with who you are sucks, y'know?"

You then lift up your gaze and look at your friend's heterochromatic eyes.

"I know." You continue, placing your fingers over your head for a second, referencing your horns and bovine heritage. "What I'm trying to say is, I think you are great Shoto, no matter who is or who isn't in your DNA, all of you is great and it breaks my heart a little that you don't see it that way…"

"So, no. I'm not sorry for what I said. But I'm sorry for how I did it…" You conclude, slathering your steak in gravy. "And for having to say it."

You then carry on with your lunch, feeling a bit more emotionally drained than you expected.

>"First training and then this." Shoto finally says, a full minute later. "You keep pushing yourself more and more into my life."

Oh...

"Sorry, I just thought you had to hear it." You say, eyeing the chair at the opposite side of the table and standing up. "I'll back off if you want..."

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>"Don't." He says, placing a hand on your shoulder and pushing you down a bit. "I like having you close."

"...Thanks pal." You say, sporting a relaxed smile."We cool now?"

"Since the second bite, really." He answers, finishing the last few noodles and moving on to the steak. "I told you I was taking the bribe."

The last few minutes of lunch break you spend with Shoto, wolfing down your steak and answering the occasional question as to how you managed to make the dishes. Apparently, he hadn't had genuine homemade cold soba in years, and now he wanted to try making it himself. With bought noodles of course.

Foundational Hero Studies wasn't particularly thrilling today, as you only wrapped up the law lesson you began the previous day, this time with Mr. Aizawa just watching as All Might taught the lesson with his face buried in a book for most of the period.

While he got late to class and it took you some time to piece together the scribbles on the board and his anecdote filled lecture, you can't say that it was particularly hard either. Not for your corner of the classroom at least, as Momo and you only have slight issues writing it down, while Denki had seemingly transcended into a higher plane, staring past the teacher and board.

After classes are done, you take a moment to catch up to All Might.

"All Might!" You call out for the hero as he tries to walk out of the classroom, running to walk next to him for a couple of seconds.

"Young Walker?" He asks as you dig in your backpack for the mask you took from him, trying to walk away from you. "I'm in a hurry right now, but if you have any questions, you should try sending them to my faculty e-mail and I'll send get back at you before the next class!"

"Just a sec!" You tell him standing in the doorway and, pulling out the mask and asking. "Momma said to ask you if I could keep it. Can I?"

"Uhm… Sure!" He says, sliding his hands under your arms and lifting you, putting you down out of the doorway. "But you should stop doing that, you'll cause an accident."

"Thank yo-!" You manage to say before he interrupts you.

"AND I LEAVE!" He shouts as turns into a blur down the hall, disappearing in an instant.

"Uh." You say, shrugging and going for the- your mop, briefly wondering why would he be in such a hurry.

You guess that even the country's N°1 Must have tummy issues once in a while and carry on with your spirits-crushingly boring punishment.

In a way, it's worse than any hard activity.
Even running laps can be fun, as it's a challenge of sorts. Cleaning the classroom alone just eats away at your afternoon with just enough stimulation to not allow the minutes to blur together.

But even the most tedious of tasks ends at some point, as you finish removing the second instance of chewed gum stuck on the floor next Daisy's seat. Asshole.

With more relief than actual happiness, you pick up your stuff and set out for the school's workshop.

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If there's someone able to fix Tin, it's Power Loader. And even if he himself isn't around, there should be at least a single student of his hanging out there who could do it.

Finding the door isn't exactly hard, but voices inside stop you right before knocking.

>"All right, I took cover. Carry on with your IED." You hear a vaguely familiar tired male voice come from the inside of the room.

>"Don't try to ruin the poor baby's first flight!" An excited female voice yells back, making you wonder what is going on in there.

You don't have to wait for long though, as a loud buzzing sound assaults your ears just before the room's door compliments it with battery, as it sends you flying a couple of yards away.

"Ow…" You moan as you recover your bearings, finding a rather beaten machine buzzing in circles next to you.

Boxy and simple in design, the interesting parts are the small arms it has at its sides and the four rotors atop it, which you suppose gave it the ability to fly at some point. Now tough, with two barely recognizable ones and a third that is almost as broken, the last rotor only makes it go in circles and flip like an out of control lawnmower.

>"You saw it! It crashed! No detonations at all!" The female voice says, oddly excited. "That's progress!"

>"How about you listen to your upperclassman and supervisor and try going up from zero instead of starting at the maximum and going down?" The tired male voice says. "I'm already stretching these scraps too much, so if you could stop making a mess of the place…"

>"See? I'm making progress while you got bogged down on one thing!" The still unseen girl answers. "Now to recover 17-b and begin work on 17-c!"

You stand up and pick up your backpack, along with the beaten up helibox, which you pick with great care to avoid touching the spinning blades.

"...Is this yours?" You ask, peeking inside just before a soot covered pink haired girl with a pretty sweet pair of goggles tries to exit, ending an inch away from each other's faces. "It sort of crashed into me."

>"17, my baby! You brought 17 back!" The girl exclaims, snatching the battered machine out of your hands… Then turning it off and throwing it into a messy workbench, quickly fading into the background junk. "I'm Hatsume Mei, remember that name, you'll see it all over the country in a couple of years. Now, who are you again?"

"Walker Ushi, from heroics." You answer, digging out tiny Tin out of your backpack, holding a normal ¥100 coin this time. "I came here to see if someone could help me repair my robot. Is Power Loader here?"

>"No. He's too busy upgrading the security system, as am I scavenging rare metals for tiny amounts, sorry." A lanky black haired boy says from the back of the room, with a large pile of scrap on the workbench in front of him and what looks to be the lovechild of Robocop, the power loader from Aliens and a samurai armor on a stand next to him.

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>"Eh… I don't do repairs." The girl says, scratching the top of Tin's head. "Too boring. Now, upgrades on the other hand…"

"Upgrades?" You ask, a bit hesitant. "Hardware, software, A.I. ...that kind of thing?"

>"Mostly hardware, really." She says with a shrug. "I can make do with some coding, but if you want to jump an A.I…. Other than Power Loader himself, you'd need to convince either Karoshika over there or a senior to help you, and you won't get a senior to tell you the time of the day now, hotfixing their great projects for the festival."

"Cool. Do you think you could-" You say, being interrupted by Hatsume.

>"Were it a commission from scratch, this would be easy, but if I only do some minor modding, I won't be able to pass the expenses as part of my babies." She explains. "I can do it but I would have to charge the expenses… or you could let me run wild and do things my way! Our baby would get the Hatsume name signed on it and it wouldn't cost us a yen!.."

>"Or you can just wait until after the festival is done and ask Power Loader." The boy, Karoshika points out without turning around.

>What do you do?

>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
>[Tin's fine as he was. "Just patch it up, 'kay? Maybe an upgrade or two, but no weird business. I'll foot the bill."]
>[Wait for Power Loader to be free after the festival. "Nevermind."]
>[Write in.]

>A.I.

>[Try to convince this guy to help with Tin's A.I. (How?)]
>[He has enough on his plate, leave him alone.]

>>2430325
>>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
>[He has enough on his plate, leave him alone.]

>>2430325
>>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
Seems fine, but let's also try and curb Tin's unpredictability by
>[Try to convince this guy to help with Tin's A.I. (How?)]
Offering to grow the metal he's scavenging.

>>2430325
>Ask Mei for an estimate on repair costs for such a tiny robot. Get them if it's not too big an impact on our coffers.

>Ask the lanky boy if he'd trade some help with his salvaging for a crash course in A.I. and maybe some upgrades.

Let's break the local microeconomy! I've been waiting for this for a while! I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful partnership...

But yeah. I think it'd be nice to have Tin have his currenty body patched up, and if we can get Mei to make him another body then maybe he can download himself back and forth between the different chassis? Or just swap what body the head's on?

>>2430325
>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]

>[He has enough on his plate, leave him alone.]

>>2430325
>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
>[Try to convince this guy to help with Tin's A.I. (How?)] (Offering to grow the rare metals he needs)

>>2430325
>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG ?

Also, try to convince the guy to work Tin's AI.

>>2430325
This: >>2430341


This will also be quirk trainning.

>>2430325
>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
>[He has enough on his plate, leave him alone.]

>>2430325
>[Wait for Power Loader to be free after the festival. "Never Mind."]

>[Try to convince this guy to help with Tin's A.I. (How?)]
Ask for stimulating educational materials?

>stimulating educational materials

lewd

>>2430325
>>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
>[Try to convince this guy to help with Tin's A.I. (How?)] Offer him rare metal.

>>2430325
>>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
>>[Try to convince this guy to help with Tin's A.I. (How?)] (Offering to grow the rare metals he needs)

Dunno he's a upperclassman but you guys really think that offering someone to grow gold and other rare metals is a good idea?

>>2431095
Isnt using your quirk for monetary gain without a license super illegal?

>>2431095
Yes. It sounds like a great idea, in this articulate context.

>>2431159
It's not for monetary gain. It's not gold or anything, but the highly specialized metal used in gear.

>>2431159
It’s not like they’d be allowed to sell the scrap metal anyways, so it’s just trading favors. We shave off all of his time he’d normally spend salvaging and he helps us out with his expertise while getting to do something more interesting than salvaging. It’s a win-win-win.

Plus, if this goes well maybe we can trade similar favors with other support kids! I’m sure Mei can think of a use for us.

>>2430325
>Offer to grow or shrink anything she builds to any size she wants.

>>2430325
>[Let her do it how she wants. "Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up."]
> Grow Tin to original size, so she cam properly work the body.
Or even bigger, not sure how engineering works, but if we could pilot them from within by the end of it that would be neat.

>>2430325
>>2431282
Seconding this.

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Okay, tallied up, will try to start writing now.

>>2431463
God that image shouldn't make me laugh so much.

>>2430082
Okidokes. Who're we looking at for candidates?

>>2431573
It's a forced pairing. And it needs to be something that testes Ushi's weakness
Ushi is a straightforeward, punch through type of girl, so she'd be paired with someone she can't use as a battering ram, against someone who can't be pushed through.

I['m thinking Sero, or Kaminari, or even Mina.
Against Nezu or Cementoss

>>2431618
I gotchu i gotchu. How about for the inevitable victory threesome with Todoroki?

>>2431628
No.
Shoto is not for lewds.

>>2432903

Yet.

>>2432909
No.
Shoto is for setting up with Momo because they are adorable.

>>2432903
>>2432909
>>2432918
So threesome with Shoto and Momo, got it.

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You don't really know these people, and you could just wait for Power Loader to be free… But you don't have any reason to distrust this Hatsume girl, even if she seems a bit over enthusiastic.

"Total freedom? Got it. Just... Don't blow it up." You tell her, remembering how the upperclassman that said was her supervisor called her machine an Improvised Explosive Device. "I've grown to like the little fella."

Hatsume looks at you for an instant, then looks at the six inches tall robot on your hands.
Then back at you, and back at Tin. She does that a couple more times before staring straight ahead and rubbing her eyes.

>"So it actually is that small. I thought my quirk was going haywire." She says, picking up Tin from your hands and lifting it up like a kitten. "...How did that happen? I know the school wipes and sells each years' surplus, but I don't think I ever saw a working mini. Though I did see a 0 Points one go rogue on Tokyo once."

"I shrunk it." You tell her, correcting the tilt of your head. "That's not a problem, is it?"

>"Well…" She says, placing Tin on a less messy workbench and sauntering over some of the largest industrial looking machines, pointing at some of them and happily telling you something before interrupting herself. "With fiber optics and photochemical-… Wait, what?"

"I shrunk it." You repeat, shrugging. "'s my quirk, I enlarge and shrink stuff. Lots of stuff."

>"...You and I have so much to talk about." She says, grinning widely. "But! Back to the tiny machine-"

"Tin. Its name is Tin." You point out, earning a flat stare. "...Carry on."

>"As I was trying to say, the problem would be with the chassis and plating." She explains, picking up what you recognize as a laser ruler and measuring Tin's overall frame and then its misshapen wheel. "We haven't actually been allowed to mess with the school's robots so far, but they aren't crafted with love and care, sadly they are made pretty cheaply. From what I've seen so far, the carbon is all over the place on their armor! There's ceramic chips in the alloy and random amounts of sulfur! It's like they want the poor babies to be destroyed!"

Thanks to Pa's job, you aren't totally lost in her tirade, but you just grab your chin and nod anyway. Considering they throw them en masse at children to be destroyed, you aren't surprised by the parts you get. It's shitty and cheap steel.

>"So, I was thinking of a full on overhaul!" She then says, walking to a whiteboard on a wall and wiping it clean before drawing a rough sketch of Tin in black marker, circling most of it in red. "This wheel? Robots shouldn't be stopped by stairs! That's what threads are for! Or legs!.. Or both! This cutey mitten hands? I'm thinking at least three fingers!"

"But what does that have to do with the armor and chassis?" You ask her, trying to pull her back from the engineering rabbit hole.

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>"That, right!" She says, tapping her cheek with the open marker and giving herself black freckles. "Simply put, I don't think the plating should stay. Same for the chassis. Most of the electronics should be fine and the motors are cheap but efficient, so they don't have to go, but if you want Tin here to fight, its armor and… spine should at least be decent steel. Still with me?"

"'yuup! go on." You tell her, picking up a small piece of sandpaper and filing your nails.

>"Thing is, milling pieces for something that small… It'd be error proof. Especially if you plan on having it going full MOGERA in combat. Any tiny error would scalate out of control..." She finishes. "But you can bring it back to size, right?"

"Sure. Bigger too." You answer taking Tin and placing it on the floor, enlarging it to be five feet tall. "'s this enough?"

Hatsume lowers her goggles over her eyes and rummages around for a minute, before pulling what you recognize as a large electric wrench, then tries to fit the end on one of the bolts keeping a panel over Tin's wheel closed.

>"You know, I'm starting to think you'll need to stick around for this first part." She says, looking at the size difference between the bolt and tooltip. "Let's get the poor baby back it's mobility first and the rest I'll fix on my spare time during the week."

She then grabs your hand and places it on Tin's head, making both of you look at her in varying degrees of confusion.

>"For now, I need you to return it to normal size." She tells you, holding the tool in place. "Then you can… I don't know. Technically all students are welcome to the studio as long as Power Loader or a designated supervisor is present, but I don't know what can an heroics student do here."

"Eh, I'll make do." You tell her, enlarging Tin back to its imposing original size in a puff of vapor. "... A question though, why are you helping us?"

>"For fun, the challenge, and to get some hands on experience with a working robot before trying to build my own again!" She explains, shouting over the noise of the powered tool. "Connections too! How many developers of support items do you know by name?!"

"Only you!.. I guess!" You answer between clenched teeth as the tool's bass-heavy sound grinds into your skull.

>"That's right! And make sure to tell your classmates to ask for Hatsume Mei whenever they need anything, costumes or other miscellaneous items!" She tells you with a proud smile.
"Will do!" You instantly answer, returning the smile.

It's obvious that she loves what she does, and that kind of enthusiasm is contagious, even if what she does is obviously miles ahead of your garage tinkering.

With all the noise Hatsume is making, along with the friendly shouting match, it felt weird to not have been interrupted at any point by the third student in the room.