Pulling out your phone, you make sure to text Shoto where you are going, just in case.

>"Iida wanted to talk with you." You can see he had sent. You briefly wonder what Iida wanted to talk about, forming a group chat with him and his hospital friends to get it out of the way.

"Howdy! What U wanna talk bout? Kinda busy rn, but I'll see it later!" You send along with a thinking emoji in a stetson before pocketing the phone with a sigh, not waiting for replies. Better to focus on the present.

Maybe on the smashitude to come too....Or your company. Maybe.

>What do you do?

>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]
>[What does he want? "Are you saving up for something? What for?"]
>[Nothing really, just keep walking and follow his lead.]
>[Write in.]
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>>4263427
>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]

>>4263427
>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]
>Let Momma know you will be out

Gotta be better about keeping her in the know. Maybe do the same with Tin? Not sure if necessary so I am leaving it out of my vote for now.

Also, WELCOME BACK PM. Glad to see this finally going again.

>>4263427
>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]
>Let Momma know you will be out

>>4263441
>>4263427
Supporting

>>4263427
>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]
>Let Momma know you will be out

>>4263427
support >>4263441

>>4263427
>>4263465
Support

>>4263427
>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]

>>4263427

Adding to let Momma know we’ll be out to my post
>>4263691

>>4263427
>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]
>Let Momma know you will be out

>>4263426
Welcome back!

>>4263427
>>[What does he want? "Are you saving up for something? What for?"]

>>4263427
>>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]

>>4263426
>[...Wait, his day was terrible too? "So what’s got you mad this time?"]
It's probably Fujos trying to get him to autograph KiriBaku and Rape doujins.

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Having been to Dagobah beach, you know you have some time and a whole lot of ground to cover before you arrive anywhere near it, so you take in your surroundings as you move away from the school, away from the clear sidewalks and shining clean streets and into the nearby, seemingly older neighborhood, with its ivy-covered walls, crumbling curbs and smoky cafés, watfing the sweet aromas of teas you don't recognize all over the place.

First looking up at the azure skies and lazily drifting clouds, then down to the sidewalk and the small rocks and chips of eroded pavement that must make local cyclists miserable, stomping them to dust under your boots. Partly to help, partly to prepare to smash stuff at the junkyard, but mostly out of boredom.

"So what’s got you mad this time?" You ask your classmate and guide after a couple more minutes, genuinely interested in what made this particular tuesday so bad.

>"We got to write and read those fucking letters." Bakugo answers with a growl, clearly unhappy but far more earnest to answer than you had expected.

"That's it? Ah reckon writin' a thank you letter to our folks gotta be the easiest assignment we've gotten." You say, fairly confused. "Kinda hard not to be thankful to the people that raised you, you know? Gift horse and all that."

>"Oh, I just know that the fucking hag won't ever shut up about it after!" He says as he stomps a chunk of concrete to dust without flinching, surprisingly enough. Not because you thought he couldn't do it, but because you are sure that doing that should have been incredibly painful considering his sneakers, if not driven the shard right into his foot.

Regardless, you stumble after hearing his answer.

"Hag? You can't ca-" You start to confront him before the rest registers in your head, leaving you befuddled. "...Wha? ...Your mom… makes fun of you?"

His eyes briefly widen in surprise before his expression returns to anger and frustration, also known as normal.

>"...Fuck off." Bakugo replies before stomping down the street, starting to leave you behind.

Of course, a hasty powerwalk is not nearly fast enough to keep you away, so you quickly catch-up with a little jog.

"You can't just leave me hangin' like that!" You holler at him, drawing the gaze of the rest of the pedestrians in the street.

>"Keep moving!" He yells back. "Fucking dumpster isn't gonna have enough shit to wreck..."

It's not hard to believe him, as the landscape around you shifts again, from the charming if a bit uncared for streets of an older neighborhood to blocky beige buildings of a more industrial bend, the air no longer smelling of over-costed leaf-juice, but of distant trashfires or factories. Far less pungent than the stinging stench of Yokkaichi, but still unpleasant to your sensitive nose.

Not that you really mind the change, you aren't in the mood to deal with the judging old ladies at the other side of the street.

Taking out your phone to check you aren't just going nowhere, you also take the chance to send a brief text to your Momma, telling her that you are going to be out for the afternoon.

Before you can even pocket it back, she replies with a thumbs up and a photo, showing her and Angus setting up Candy Land, with him holding the spinner up.

Why are you even here.

>What do you do?

>[Keep up the pressure! "Nuh-uh! You don't get to change the topic like that. What the heck is up with your mom? And why don't you just write 'bout your dad?"]
>[Really, why are you even here? "You know what? Ah'm leavin. Fuck this!"]
>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]
>[Write in.]
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Damn does life like to cudgel you over the head...

>>4268278
>>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]

>>4268278
>>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]

Bakugou isn’t likely to spill anytime soon, so let’s just keep going.

>>4268278
>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]

>>4268278
>>[Keep up the pressure! "Nuh-uh! You don't get to change the topic like that. What the heck is up with your mom? And why don't you just write 'bout your dad?"]

Bad face skills go!

>>4268278
>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]
>[Write-in]

Send a thumbs up and a heart emoji back at them.

>>4268278
>[Keep up the pressure! "Nuh-uh! You don't get to change the topic like that. What the heck is up with your mom? And why don't you just write 'bout your dad?"]

>>4268325
Supportin'

>>4268278
>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]

>>4268278
>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there]

But instead say:

> “Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done and you can go home and write to your Pa instead!”

>>4268278
>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]
Also this>>4268325

>>4268278
>[Keep up the pressure! "Nuh-uh! You don't get to change the topic like that. What the heck is up with your mom? And why don't you just write 'bout your dad?"]

>>4268278
>[Just follow along, it'll be fun when you get there. "Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done."]

>>4268278
>>[Keep up the pressure! "Nuh-uh! You don't get to change the topic like that. What the heck is up with your mom? And why don't you just write 'bout your dad?"]

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Looking over the picture with a smile, you quickly reply with a thumbs up and heart emojis with a warm fuzzy feeling in your own. No matter how bad a day may be, you have somewhere nice to return to.

However, that instinct to hug will have to be restrained until later.

You need to blow some steam first.

"Yeah, at this rate Ah reckon there won't be shit for you to do after Ah'm done." You tell your ashen-haired classmate as you overtake him with a brisk walk, not quite a jog, but enough to make your skirt flap about awkwardly.

>"Where the fuck are you going!?" Bakugo demands to know as he tries and fails to keep up with you with his previous stomping.

"The junkyard, duh." You mockingly answer, looking over your shoulder at him.

>"You don't even know where that is!" He yells, ever so mad.

"Maps!" You answer, pulling out your phone and holding it up high enough for him to see behind you. "Now pull up your pants and get movin'! Ah wasn't jokin' 'bout there bein' nothin' left for you when Ah get there. You’ve got a belt, use it right!"

Shoving his hands in his pockets, he pulls up his pants and starts running.

You go the rest of the way like that, trying to awkwardly powerwalk past each other while trying to make it looks like it's nothing. At least that's what you did, for all you know he was actually trying to lead the way.

The junkyard is… mostly what you expected, at least at the front. Rows upon rows of vehicles in different states of decay, some fully rusted, some totaled in what must have been violent collisions, and everything in between.

However, there's something else behind the chest high fence that really catches your attention, a pile about 15 feet high of… junk. Exploded microwaves, deformed washing machines and doorless fridges piled upon each other, disrupting the otherwise orderly arrangement of the lot.

"Amazin'... You'd think junkies would tear the place apart for copper 'nd stuff." You comment aloud as you go past the quaint little gate at the lot's front, next to a booth with dark tinted-glass windows.

>"Your average thug would rather go into back-alley villainy than risk getting oil under his nails." A rather short man says as he steps out of the booth, cleaning his greasy hands with a rag. "Not seeing a car carrier, so whatcha doin' here? Looking for parts for a fancy school project at U.A. or something?"

Short, stout, bald and 'stachiod and sporting dirty overalls, he reminds you a bit of a video game mascot, but closer to a knock-off or a direct-to-stream movie adaptation than someone on a box cover.

>"Heard someone say you needed help with that pile of garbage over there." Bakugo says as he comes to a stop besides you, pointing at the pile of appliances. "Something about beating the shit out of it. That's what we are here for."

>"Yeah, that mess…" He sighs, turning to face it. He gestures to you both to follow as he approaches the pile. "I'm used to working with cars. Pieces, parts, panels and anything you can find after a crash or in an abandoned lot. I take what works and get it to a new owner. I already got most of the boards and wires out of there, but this is a small operation. I don't have the machinery to do “cleanup” in bulk, and I'm not about to go into the red to have someone else come take care of it for me! That waste of space is costing me more than the scrap-metal it's worth!"

In the short distance it took to get to the mess, he went from sounding sad to pretty irate about it all.

>"Thought you were offering some kind of pay, there's plenty of shit to hack apart elsewhere…" Bakugo pushes, starting to turn away back to the front gate.

>"Yeah, yeah settle down. ¥800 an hour each, same as everyone else." The man says, motioning down with his stained hand, then his eyes dart between you and Bakugo. "...But I think you U.A. kids can likely do better than just dentin’ some cans and leaving. Tell you what, ¥1300 an hour if you get it all done by tonight."

"That's like, three hours... Five at most." You point out, looking skyward once more. Five hours would mean working into the night, but you aren't sure if it would even be possible to get all that done in the given timeframe.

You aren't sure if it's worth it either, ¥800 is about minimum wage back home...

>"If it's anything to ya, I don't care how you do it, nor want to know." The man states, shrugging. "Gonna do it or what?"

>What do you do?


>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]
>[You are here for fun and catharsis, not an arubaito, the cash is just an extra. "Ah'll do what Ah can, no promises."]
>[He looks like he needs the help. "You can keep it, Ah'd be happy to help!"]
>[Well, if he wants you to break the law… That's gonna cost him extra. "That's tons of scrap, Ah ain't gettin' rid of that in a day for a burger flipper's wage."]
>[Write in.]

>>4273044
>>[You are here for fun and catharsis, not an arubaito, the cash is just an extra. "Ah'll do what Ah can, no promises."]

>>4273044
>>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

Girl have big hammer, will use

>>4273044
>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

RIP AND TEAR

>>4273044
>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]
Sounds about right.

>>4273044
>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkiqTmwEQ-U

>>4273044
>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

USHI SMASH!

>>4273044
>[You are here for fun and catharsis, not an arubaito, the cash is just an extra. "Ah'll do what Ah can, no promises."]

>>4273044
>>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

>>4273044
>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

"That is, as long as it doesn't bankrupt ya."

>>4273044
>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

>>4273121
He’s paying by the hour so that would be very hard to do.

>>4273044
>>[You are here for fun and catharsis, not an arubaito, the cash is just an extra. "Ah'll do what Ah can, no promises."]

>>4273044
>[You brought the nice sledgehammer, the flaring anger of yesterday and years of tolerating perverts, you don't need any illegal quirk use to cause mass destruction. "Dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout."]

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You’ve spent nearly an hour just getting there, so saying no doesn't even cross your mind. Instead, you take off your backpack and pull out a small box wrapped in a rag.

"Yeah, well… Ah dunno 'bout spiky here, but Ah'm in for the big payout!" You announce, smiling boastfully as you brandish your box, making its contents rattle.

Before anyone can say anything, you hold the box at arm's reach and activate your quirk and let it drop. The bottom of the mist-cloaked box slams into the dirt floor with a loud thud before the white mist recedes back into your skin.

>"What the fuck is that." Bakugo asks, pointing at the now chest high covered box covered with a large blanket.

"Mah means of destruction!" You announce as you pull the rag away, revealing a large rolling toolbox, scuffed and missing its wheels, then slamming your fist on its side, which causes it to open and reveal a grub axe, a wood axe, a shovel and what you were looking for, a nice 12 pound sledgehammer.

"Now lemme at it!" You announce, holding the sledgehammer over your shoulder.

>"You wanna deal with the whole fucking thing?" Bakugo seems to ask, pulling a worn crowbar out of his bag. "Fuck it, why not. I'm in the mood to tear some shit apart!"

"No, wait! Hold on..." You correct yourself, dropping the hammer by your side and looking back into your toolbox.

>"I'll be back to check on you kids when you are done." You hear the short man say as you shove your head into the toolbox, along with a metallic jingle. "Here, I don't want trouble when you need to change."

It may ruin the flow of your boasting, but you take a couple seconds to dig into the toolbox for a pair of clear safety goggles.

"NOW!" You then yell, standing up and picking up the sledgehammer with little effort, swinging it to rest on your shoulder. The handle hits a bit hard, but Spring Tiger has hit you a lot harder. "LEMME AT!… Oh, he left. Showin' off ain't nearly as fun without an audience."

>"Get to work then!" Your classmate states matter-of-factly, taking off his jacket and shirt and tossing them over his bag. "You can say whatever the fuck you want if you're good enough. Do, too."

Considering what your course is all about, you'd have thought you would stop being surprised at how ripped your classmates are, but you still stare for a few seconds.

>"Why don't'cha take a picture?" He asks with a smug smile. It quickly turns to disbelief when you pull out your phone and actually do it.

"Don't mind me, just makin' sure Ah have a before pic for the cuts and bruises yer ass gonna get." You tell him with a shrug and a smirk of your own, tapping your goggles. Taking his top off isn't going to do him any good.

>"I'm sure this would go just as smooth if I was the one taking pics!" He comments, getting the first strike on the doomed appliances, stabbing the long claw of his crowbar into a microwave and janking it, tearing the panels apart and pulling out the magnetron as if it was the machine's heart. "How'd you like that?"

"Oh don't fucking go THERE!" You yell, recalling how you felt when you were made aware that Mineta was trying to peep on you. With one swift motion, you raise your sledgehammer high and drop it onto a mini-fridge.

"Can't Ah be a fucking PERSON?" You let out, your frustration both empowering your strike and turning your words into a yell. "NOT A DUMB ANIMAL! NOT A PIECE OF MEAT! J-JUST... A NORMAL GAL!"

With every yell you strike, once, twice, thrice, making the mini-fridge's door pop out as it's flattened into a groaning frisbee of plastic and aluminum.

"...Ah guess that's too much to ask of a fridge." You snark, kicking the scrap away.

>"Nah. You ain't gonna get shit." Bakugo says, dismissing your frustration with a shrug. "You sure as hell ain't normal."

"Ah'd be explainin' mahself real quick-like if Ah were you." You tell him after the shock of his brazen assholery dissipates. "Ah reckon Ah'm more than a bit hammer happy right now."

>"I'm pretty fucking sure normal girls don't come thrash shit at a junkyard! Keep fighting till you pass out from bloodloss? Real freak shit too!" He says, swinging his crowbar to a regular fridge and tearing the door off its hinges with a single swing, then jamming the claw into a welding seam and collapsing it. "Forget about getting treated like normal, that shit ISN'T! HAPPENING!"

"AH DON'T-" You yell as you tighten your grip on the hammer's handle, feeling your knuckles crack as you begin to regret the last hour of your life.

>"AND WHY THE FUCK DO YOU EVEN WANNA BE NORMAL!?" He continues, striking at the scrap on the pile with a precision that doesn't seem to match his emotions. "YOU'RE IN U.A.! YOU WON THE TOURNAMENT FROM UNDER MY NOSE IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE COUNTRY!"

Bakugo then turns towards you, almost glimmering with sweat.

"Why are you waiting for people to treat you nicely?" He calmly asks, this time just wildly throwing his crowbar at what once was a computer, now a shower of detritus. "You can throw people at a wall like a bottle of expired ketchup but the fuckless purple demon gets to keep provoking you? You'll never get what you want if you don't take it yourself."

It's insulting and full of swearing, but it feels… genuine. Stunningly so.


>What do you do?

>[Write in.]
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Sorry for the massive delay.

Okay, so, three questions, three answers. He’s asked us
1.Why do you want to be normal?
2. Why are you waiting for people to treat you nicely?
3. (The actual third question was rhetorical but in essence:) Why don’t you just take what you want?

>>4282473
This isn't a write in, but it does bring in interesting discussion.

1. Normal is probably isn't the right word, but I think Ushi thinks not being dehumanised would be nice. (See: difference between mutants vs not)

2. and 3. Good points, it's not as if being a hero will ever stop people from treating her rude or dehumanising Ushi. Might be a good time for Ushi to start reconciling her identities and not caring what people think about them in particular.
Though it should be best to bring up it that Ushi doesn't need to stop caring about what people think altogether. Actually, that would probably be a bad idea if she did, specially with Face 2

>>4282464
> Smash shit up and work it all out.

>”Ah want to be treated like a normal gal so that I’m treated like a person AT ALL. But Ah can’t just bludgeon the human decency into someone! No! Ah fuckin’ wish it was that easy! It- Ah’m tough! Ah can handle it! But every piece of shit who treats me sub-fuckin’-human is doing the same to mah MOMMA, is gonna do the same to ANGUS, is gonna do the same to mah GODDAMN KIDS someday!”

>”And Ah have to be so FUCKIN’ PERFECT all the time or Ah’m just “addin’ to the book!””

>”Sure, Ah want things for mahself. But Ah’m don’t wanna be a hero for money, or prestige, and Ah’m sure as shit not doin’ it to protect the way things are. Ah wanna be a hero so massive Ah can warp the world around me into something better.”

(I know it’s a little long but angry extemporaneous reasoning tends to be a little rambly naturally anyways. I feel it addresses the core of his line of questioning (why do the opinions of the weak bother someone so strong?) even if it doesn’t quite literally address his actual phrasing.)

Now that I’ve got this written and reasoned all out I might write a second draft...

>>4282509
>>4282464
I like your way of thinking anon and rambly is fine, you don't have all the answers as a teenager

>>4282509
Yeah, I'm cool with this. It gets all the main points down and I really like that first paragraph you have

>>4282464
I’m not changing my answer, just giving another example phrasing.

>“Ah’m not waitin’ to be treated nice! Ah’m fightin’ to get mah Momma, Angus, mah kids someday, *everyone* like me to get treated better than sub-fuckin’-human! The world takes mutants, BEATS’em down until they’re broken, or they’re villains, then pays heroes to mop ‘em up! But you can’t fight the world or heroes or you’re a villain too! But heroes can change things if anyone can. Nobody else gets that kind of freedom and influence. When Ah get that, then Ah can take what Ah want.”

>”Until then Ah’ve got every right to feel hurt by how people treat me and Ah shouldn’t have to fucking justify it because Ah’m fucking sixteen years old and human and that’s what we do! Fuck!”

>>4282464

>Keep hold of the hammer, go at the larger items for the duration.

Lots of different things in the ramblings below, no need for all of them or even most of them. Just letting it flow, and in the time it took to write this >>4282509 hit some of the same points in less chars so eh.

>"You're right! Normal would be asking too much! A semblance of DECENCY is too hard to come by apparently in this fucking country. Ah don't see ALL-MIGHT getting eye-fucked at school! Ah don't see Aizawa chastisin' any of the fucking BOYS to not do anything INDECENT as a hero, like, AH DON'T KNOW, TOUCHING their' horns, GRABBIN' THEIR ASS at lunch, or calling Midnight fucking BRISKETS TO HER FUCKING FACE! AH APPARENTLY SHOULDN'T EXPECT THE FUCKING SCHOOL LEADERS TO DO ANYTHING ABOUT ANY OF IT EITHER. MAKING THEM SPINELESS FUCKING COWARDS OR AS COMPLICIT AS THE REST OF YALL. UNDESIRABLE TRAITS? YA SURE ITS NOT THE LIST OF THINGS YALL HIDE IN SHAME FOR FETISHIZING EVERY SECOND OF YOUR LIVES??!!

>WAITING ON BEING TREATED NICE? I'VE BEEN FUCKING YOU ALL UP AT YOUR OWN GAME AND BEATING THE SHIT OUTTA THE REST FOR THE PAST MONTH AND IT ONLY SEEMS TO MAKE YOU ALL THE MORE DETERMINED TO TREAT ME as SUBHUMAN. THAT THE FEW MISTAKES AH MAKE ARE THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. THAT NOTHING IVE ACCOMPLISHED WAS OF MAH OWN ACCORD, THAT IT WAS ALL SOME FUCKING COW-DAMNED INSTINCT.

>OUT FROM UNDER YOUR NOSE? MOTHERFUCKER AH COULD HAVE KILLED YOU MULTIPLE TIMES BY NOW! BY ACCIDENT! JUST BECAUSE NOBODY IN 10 SQUARE MILES COULD BEAT YOU AT HOT HANDS FOR THE PAST FUCKING DECADE DOESN'T MEAN THAT MEDAL IS RIGHTFULLY YOURS. NOT MOMO'S, NOT EVEN FUCKING SHOTO'S. MINE. AH EARNED IT. BLOOD. SWEAT. TEARS. THE WHOLE FUCKING THING.

>AH HAVEN'T MADE THAT ROTTEN LITTLE GRAPE JAM AT THIS POINT FOR THE SAME REASON YOU DON'T TRY TO COOK ME TO GET YOUR OH SO PRECIOUS FUCKING MEDAL EVERY CHANCE YOU CAN. BECAUSE ITS THE WRONG THING TO DO. EVEN IF IT WOULD, AH BET, FEEL THE BEST. AHM HELD TO A HIGHER STANDARD YA SEE. AHM GONNA BE A HERO. AHM GONNA BE THE ONE TO HELP PEOPLE. NOW IF ONLY SOME OF THEM WOULD GIVE A GODDAMN CARE BACK, THAT WOULD MAKE MY FUCKING DAY.

Probably slip into English at some point.

>>4282464
>KEEP SMASHING!

>>4282524
Briefer, less edgy edition:

>“Ah’m not waitin’ to be treated nice! Ah’m fightin’ to get mah Momma, Angus, mah kids someday, *everyone* like me to get treated better than sub-fuckin’-human! As a hero Ah can change things if anyone can. Nobody else gets that kind of freedom and influence.”

>”Until then Ah’ve got every right to feel hurt by how people treat me and Ah shouldn’t have to fucking justify it because Ah’m fucking sixteen years old and human and that’s what we do! Fuck!”

>>4282464

Seconding a mix between
>>4282629
and
>>4282509

>>4282464
I'm with >>4282631

Mix >>4282629 and>>4282509

>>4282631
>>4282632

Yeah I think adding the last paragraph of the revision onto the long one works pretty well.

>>4282464
do the mix of>>4282509 and >>4282629

>>4282464
Lot of people flexing their write-in skills. Respec. Time to throw my hat into the ring.

>" . . . You know what they call people who just take whatever they want and don't care who they hurt?" *flick busted horn*

>"Ah know I have a powerful quirk. It don't escape me how easy it would be to do an awful lot of scary things. But ah don't, and it's not because ah win a prize for being a good girl. Ah don't expect folks to be nice to me because ah'm dangerous. They shouldn't have to worry about being treated like a thing ah can just smash when ah get mad. Ah won't do that coz ah know they can feel hurt or sad, same as me. Just wish some folks would give me the same consideration . . . That's all ah mean by 'normal'."

>>4282464
>"WELL...shiiit. Damn if you ain't right. Why the hell do Ah let 'em bother me. Ah'm a honest-ta-god superhero 'n' winner o' that big fancy Tourny in front of you 'n' the country. So what if it aint' sorta like what used to happen to me. Now ah famous 'n' the best. 'corse the lil' folk is gonna gawk at me."

Break more then he does. Keep winning. Flaunt the grape. You're a damn Walker, girl, and no one's gonna keep you from walking all over them.

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>>4282464
>>4282533
This and add
>"Have ya ever head of a hero named Miruko? I'm thinkin' you should intern undah her to get a bit of self reflection. I bet you wouldn't last a day."

I think Bakugo needs a taste of his own medicine for him to really learn. If he got even slightly sassy with her it would likely result in beatings, possibly even brutal pelvis-breaking rape. There's no way he'll back off from a challenge. I'm sure with this one he'll bite off more than he can chew.

>>4282631
This but add the bit about the Miruko internship from >>4282779

>>4282533
Mina I know all the Jesus worshipping autists want to cum on your horns and fuck you on the terraformed surface of mars while Kars, Kirishima, the liberation obssed blueberry whore responsible and for your existence and all of pillar man civilization is watching but that doesn't mean you should vent it by projecting your personal feelings onto another quest character. Go back to your own timeline, USJ is probably going to happen in a month.

>>4282779
>>4282884
I don't see Ushi as being sneaky like that or trying to get back at Bakugo in that way.

>>4282884
How about no you crazy Dutch bastard?

Honestly not sure if troll or just tone-deaf.

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>>4282533
Rage unleashed

Supporting

>>4282464
>>4282631
Supporting

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Bakugo right now:

>>4283897
Bakugo is our clone?

>>4282631
I forgot to say, but supporting with the last paragraph of the revision added to the long rambly one

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Alright! Time for some long and hard smashing of social norms! And appliances! And of your patience!

Roll me GUTS + WIND! That's 6d10!

Rolled 6, 3, 9, 10, 5, 4 = 37 (6d10)

>>4285882

Rolled 4, 9, 10, 3, 10, 7 = 43 (6d10)

>>4285882
YEAAHHH!!!

Rolled 10, 6, 4, 5, 10, 6 = 41 (6d10)

>>4285882
YYEAAAAH!!!

Rolled 6, 1, 7, 7, 5, 8 = 34 (6d10)

>>4285882
YEEEEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

>>4285882
Those're some gud rolls.

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You try not to go too hard on him, it's not his fault.

Well, being called Briskets didn't help, but this day made his creepy catcalling look like the lesser of your problems.

Taking off your jacket and rolling up your sleeves, you pick up your sledgehammer and rush at a chromed industrial oven, swinging diagonally from your shoulder to the machine's side, caving it in and making it lurch to the side as one of the doors flies off.

All to let a bit of steam out and to give you a second to pick a locomotive to start your train of thought.

"Oh, Ah want to be treated like a normal gal so that Ah’m treated like a person AT ALL." You tell him, taking an instant to take a deep breath. "...But Ah can’t just bludgeon the human decency into someone, you know?"

You look at him, squeezing the handle of your hammer, daring him to say something, to try and contradict you, to fight you, to stoke the flames.

But he doesn't.

>"Of course I don't." He says, bringing his crowbar to your weakened oven and raising it high, driving it into the welding as if dealing with an armored vampire, causing one of the panels to collapse. "As far as I've gone, if some fucker had shit to talk I've put them in their place. But that's not gonna work for you, right?"

"Yeah." You let out, a bit disheartened, letting the head of your hammer rest on the ground and leaning on the handle.

>"Is that really all that is...?" He asks then, smacking the oven again and again, loosening the steel panels. "All that fuming and sulking and that's all you're gonna say!? 'I'm shit out of luck?'"

"No!" You continue, grabbing your hammer's handle once again and smashing the weakened oven to pieces, not bothering to raise the hammer, but swinging it like the worst golf club you've ever seen, no technique, just raw muscle power and frustration. "Ah just fuckin’ wish it was that easy! Just beat some sense into people like ya said! It- Ah’m tough! Ah can handle it!"

A cheap looking dryer is your next target, caved in with a single blow to the top, turning it into the ugliest bowl you've seen. You don't even care for the shower of glass shards that your blows sends flying, you just keep swinging.

Just tying actions to your words makes it all flow that much easier, every word a hit, every hit fanning your rage.

"But every piece of shit who treats me sub-fuckin’-human is doin' the same to mah MOMMA!... is gonna do the same to ANGUS!... is gonna do the same to mah GODDAMN KIDS someday!" You yell, no longer targeting anything in particular, just swinging at everything in the pile that looks too whole. "And Ah have to be… to so FUCKIN’ PERFECT all the time or Ah’m just "addin’ to the book!""

Yelling, sweating and raging, you swing with abandon, focusing on keeping the words coming through the red haze.

"Sure, Ah want things for mahself! But Ah’m don’t wanna be a hero for money, or prestige, and Ah’m sure as shit not doin’ it to protect the way things are." "<Ah wanna be a hero so massive Ah can warp the world around me into something better.>"

Catching yourself slipping out into English, you… Realize you don't care.
Being heard is nice, but saying your piece is what really matters.

>"<Until then Ah’ve got every right to feel hurt by how people treat me and Ah shouldn’t have to fucking justify it because Ah’m fucking sixteen years old and human and that’s what we do! Fuck!>” You yell in a single breath, smashing a dishwasher hard enough to make it react like a bag of chips, then stomping a toaster until it's unfit for bread and kicking it away.

...You then realize what you just said and look at him, wide eyed, expecting a jab or some sort of advance at your bad phrasing.

Looking behind you, at your rampage, you can see all the appliances you've warped like tinfoil thoroughly disassembled, with your classmate stabbing the was-a-toaster with his crowbar and pulling its insides out, crumpling it with a stomp.

>"This shit will be really fucking easy." He points out, waving at the sizeable chunk of the pile that now lies sort of flat at his feet. "Think you can keep going?"

"...All! Fucking!! NIGHT!!!" You yell, raising your sledgehammer and swinging at the nearest shiny thing, with the sounds of Bakugo's calculated carnage following close behind.

Thus you spend the rest of the evening and the first hours of the night, not giving in to your anger and frustration, but giving them an actionable purpose.

Even though the junkyard ran out of scrap before you ran out of frustration, by the time you are done your entire body burns and your skeleton creaks slightly when you bend your spine, but don't think there could have been a better way to deal with it.

Thus, you happily start to stash away your tools, ready to collect your payment.

>"'Bout your things… Keep working out, then. Come up with more batshit moves." Bakugo says, cracking his neck and sporting his manic smile that last week would have made you want to take a step back. "I don't think anyone will be able to stop you from being the N.2 Hero."

"N.2? Ah reckon Ah'm not aimin' for less than the top!" You tell him, wrapping your toolbox and shrinking it back into a handy portable size, chucking it into your backpack. It's not a lie, while you'd be happy with anything that gives you a platform, you won't shoot for less than the moon. "...Would anyone be able to stop me from gettin' to the N.1?"

>"You get to be the first real obstacle in my biography." He answers, looking at you from top to bottom once more, not undressing you, but sizing you up this time. "It doesn't matter what it takes, whoever stands in my way or how hard I have to work… I will be number one."

Looking at him, it's clear he's running on fumes, just trying not to show it. All the scuffs and tiny cuts all over his chest and abs only help him look more determined and his words sound all the more sincere.

You yourself aren't all that much better, your shirt and socks being torn to shred and sprinkled with tiny red dots, but while he looks like he'd barely get home, you still feel like you could run all the way home.

Having done about 5 hours of hard manual labor, you can't blame him for being tired, God knows you'll sleep like a log when you get to your room.

>What do you do?

>[He looks like he'll pass out on the train, maybe you should see that he makes it home?... and see what the deal is with his mom while you are at it.]
>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]
>[That was fun. "We should ask if the owner needs help with anything else!... Not for tonight of course, but you know, another day."]
>[Write in.]

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]
>>[That was fun. "We should ask if the owner needs help with anything else!... Not for tonight of course, but you know, another day."]
i doubt he wants to be seen as weak, or have his mom see us

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]
>>[That was fun. "We should ask if the owner needs help with anything else!... Not for tonight of course, but you know, another day."]
I can get onboard with hanging out with Bakugo sometimes if he gets to remember we can handily kick his ass.

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]
>>[That was fun. "We should ask if the owner needs help with anything else!... Not for tonight of course, but you know, another day."]

Shoto senses a disturbance in the ushi force

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]

>>4287660
>>[He looks like he'll pass out on the train, maybe you should see that he makes it home?... and see what the deal is with his mom while you are at it.]

>>4287660
>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]

>>4287660
>Thank spiky boy for the evening
>Collect your payment
>“Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.“

>If his response is passive or he’s so tired he doesn’t take another dig at her, Ushi should go with him on home.

>if He’s awake enough to get angsty about her again just head home, he will be fine.

>Text Momma you are all done and getting back soon

>Do the same for Shoto?

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]
>>[That was fun. "We should ask if the owner needs help with anything else!... Not for tonight of course, but you know, another day."]

>>4287660
>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]
>[That was fun. "We should ask if the owner needs help with anything else!... Not for tonight of course, but you know, another day."]

I feel like Daisy would fight us before letting us look after him.

>>4287660
>[He looks like he'll pass out on the train, maybe you should see that he makes it home?... and see what the deal is with his mom while you are at it.]

>>4287844
Support

>>4287844
This sounds like the best option.

>>4287844

Yea. That would be a sign he's too far gone for his own good that even Ushi wouldn't miss. It's kind of his whole identity.

>>4287660
>>[Just go collect your payment and split. "Let's get our money and skeddadle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice.]

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Putting on your jacket to cover up your damaged and stained shirt, you close the flap of your backpack and throw it on, looking at the fruit of your labor, a smaller pile of soon to be sheet metal, mounds of broken glass, a pile of electronics and a tiny pile of copper and wiring.

It wasn't a clean disassembly, but you weren't supposed to do that anyways.

With a work well done behind you, there's only one thing to do.

Click!

"<PPE> is real important, ya see?" You tell your classmate, sliding your finger across your phone's screen, showing him the before and after pictures, with the later showing all the scrapes, tiny cuts and stains he had accrued during the day.

>"...You realize you are just as fucked up, right?" He asks, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer, pointing out the red lines on your forearm.

"Nope! Ah'm a bit better." You chuckle and pull your arm free, bringing your hand up to his face and poking a droplet of grease that had landed on his brow, drawing a line across his eyebrow. "Ah'm not the one that nearly go sumthin' in his eye."

>"Whatever." He simply answers, turning around and covering his mouth with his fist. You think he might be covering a yawn, but you have also bitten your knuckles for other reasons, so you aren't quite sure.

"Yeah, it's gettin' kinda late…" You concede, looking at the black, nearly starless sky. There's something to be said about the empty void that is the night sky within the cities, but you leave that for the songwriters. "Let's get our money and skedaddle, mah momma will worry if Ah take any longer and yours… Ah dunno, but it doesn't sound nice."

>"Lots of yelling." He says with a careless shrug and a smug smile. "Maybe some smacking around."

"What, is it past your bedtime already?" You tease him with an elbow to the ribs.

>"Fuck off." He says as he starts walking to the booth, seemingly not finding it nearly as fun as you did. "I never told her what I was doing. Gotta drive her mad."

"That sounds… Like a terrible idea all around." You mutter, following him. "Ah reckon Ah wouldn't wanna be in your shoes when you get home."

>"Just mind your own business." He recommends, not even looking over his shoulder.

At this point you aren't sure what's an insult and what is just how he talks.

He doesn't quite knock on the door, it's more of a loud beating on the poor thing.
>"Hey! Where's our money!?" Your classmate demands as soon as the short man opens the door, showing a workbench with some auto parts you don't recognize, beads everywhere and and a couple of small T.Vs. "

One of the T.Vs is showing the feed from several cameras, the other showing the news, something about a demonstration in front of a restaurant from tentacled, finned and pincered mutants in Osaka.

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>"¥6500 each… I shouldn't complain, kids are as cheap as labor's gonna get." The man grumbles, looking under the workbench and pulling a a small stack of bills, then starts to deal two small piles on the bench, then hands them over. "It's not like the damn ocean is going to stop anytime soon, so come back in a couple weeks if you want another payday."

"Ooh, neat-oo. Ah was gonna ask if ya needed help with somethin' else." You mention as you count the bills yourself, then into your pocket.

>"You are welcome whenever, but try to come late again if you are gonna bring him." The man says, pointing with his thumb at a visibly angrier Bakugo. "Your friend here looks like he would pick a fight with the salvagers."

>"It wouldn't even be a fight." Bakugo interjects as he counts his own money, probably missing the point.

"Eh, he-he just might bark at 'em"!..." You tell the short man with an awkward chuckle, grabbing Bakugo's wrist and pulling him out of the booth. "Bye!"

Is not easy, but you are sure he could have made it far harder if he wanted… You aren't sure if he wanted you to drag him around or not, but you do it anyway, all the way to the junkyard gate.

For a moment, you fume, but you can't bring yourself to do more than roll your eyes and try to punch him in the arm.

He catches it with ease, not surprising, considering it wasn't an actual attack. Still, you try again, trying a faster left jab without waiting for him to release your right.

>"Thought you could do-" Is all he manages to say before you cut his smug taunt with a headbutt.

Genetics has your back on that one as you are barely affected while he groans and holds his head on his hands.

"Gotcha." You say, taking the chance to be smug for a few seconds. "...You okay, sugah?"

>"Any last words?" He asks with a large manic smile, dragging his hand down his face.

You have no clue what that means.

"Yeah… Sorry 'bout that." You apologize, rubbing your arm and then pointing back at the junkyard. "Ah just wanted to thank you for the evenin'. It was… Nice."

Bakugo smiles even wider and reaches for you, putting his hand on your shoulder and makin you tilt your head in confusion at what he may be doing.

"...You sure Ah didn't rattle sumthin'?" You ask, seeing his face start to go red.

He opens his mouth, looks up, down, far to the left then back at you, then lets you go and turn around, stomping away.

You spend a couple seconds there, stunned.

>"GAAAAH!" You hear him scream a block or two away.

...Weird.

>What do you do?

>[Go home and report to Momma! "Went to smash with a boy into the night, worked a sweat and got paid. Good night out!"]
>[Go home and play the following day from the lunch break.]
>[Go home and play the following day whole.]
>[Write in.]

>>4294888
>Go home

>Read about what’s got the mutants in Osaka upset.

>Can you reach Tin on your phone? Check in and let it know to meet back up with you at lunch tomorrow if repairs are all done.

>Have some dinner and skip to lunch the next day.

>>4294888
>[Go home and report to Momma! "Went to smash with a boy into the night, worked a sweat and got paid. Good night out!"]

He must have failed his face roll. Such is the life of Face 1

>>4294888
>>[Write in.]
Time skip a week or something all the way to our motorbike exam that was totally studied for off-screen.

>>4294888
>go home then to lunch break
Iida wanted to talk to us, letting him hang would be rude

>>4294888
>[Go home and report to Momma! "Went to smash with a boy into the night, worked a sweat and got paid. Good night out!"]

>>4294888
>[Go home and play the following day from the lunch break.]

>>4294888
>[Go home and report to Momma! "Went to smash with a boy into the night, worked a sweat and got paid. Good night out!"]

>>4294888
Things that are “on docket” since we are in a point of doing some level of time skip. Some of these obviously more pressing than others but want yall to be aware of all options

>Catch up on Iida‘s Inquiry/Schedule a day to run/train with him
>Retrieve/check in with Tin/Mei
>Get the full details from Rik on the reason of visit
>Momo’s troubled internship
>Wrestling Wednesday (tomorrow)
>Motorcycle test
>Deku work-out follow up
>Parent Day activities next week
>Hangout with Angus (for the hell of it)

Did I miss any? Add it! The more options the better.

>>4294888
>>[Go home and play the following day from the lunch break.]
Do this >>4294923

>>4294888
>[Go home and report to Momma! "Went to smash with a boy into the night, worked a sweat and got paid. Good night out!"]
Can't resist...

>>4294888
>[Go home and report to Momma! "Went to smash with a boy into the night, worked a sweat and got paid. Good night out!"]

>>4294888

Seconding
>>4294899
But also do go over
>>4294923
>Retrieve/check in with Tin/Mei
>Momo’s troubled internship
>Hangout with Angus (for the hell of it)

In the skipped time.

>>4294888
>>[Go home and play the following day from the lunch break.]

>>4294888
>[Write in.] Call Iida. He wanted to talk to us about something and it's kinda bad to leave him hanging now that we're done.

>>4294923
We also have the doctor’s appointment for Ushi general health/horn.

>>4294888
>[Go home and play the following day from the lunch break.]

>>4294888
>>[Go home and play the following day from the lunch break.]

>>4294888
>>[Go home and play the following day from the lunch break.]

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Calling the vote and counting!

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You shrug, adjust your backpack's straps and start your trek to the nearest train station, thinking about some of your classmates as you walk.

Shoto you know well. His expressions were once muted, showing little other emotion than burning rage at his father. You have done your best to learn his subtle tells and thaw his frozen heart, one hug at a time. You aren't sure what to do about his rage.

On the other hand, you know nothing about Bakugo. Hanging out with Shoto is all about enjoying each other's company and looking out for the slight pulling on the corners of his mouth.

Hanging out with Bakugo felt more like some bizarre sensory overload for most of the time, leaving you little to go off other than confident demeanor. The prompting felt sincere, but every other word he said seemed to mean something different from what the words actually meant. It wasn't particularly bad, but it certainly was confusing.

The trek and the train ride back to the house were relatively uneventful, nothing but glaring back at the lascivious looks sake-drenched salarymen on the train shoot your way.

You don't do much when you get back to the house either, just wolfing down a sizeable part of your own weight in dinner, much to your mother's astonishment.

>"...Just where were you that you didn't get a bite to eat, hun?" Your Momma asks as she places a third dish on the table, her tail lazily waving behind her in synch with her bell, punctuating her confusion.

"Junkyard! Ah reckon there was nowhere to eat." You answer, taking a second to breath between spoonfuls of chanko nabe.

>"Not even a Burger King?" She asks.

"Ah said Junkyard, not dumpster." You point out.

She just glares at you as you just continue eating.

You hit the hay not long after, just taking a minute to check in (and coo) on Angus, who manages to look like a lamb plushie while tucked in bed.

The following morning is not particularly interesting either, just getting to school and making sure to take all the notes you would need until you get to the prime social moment of the day.

Lunch time!

The mess hall is quite probably your favorite part of U.A. and you think it will continue to be so at least until you get access to Lunch Rush's kitchen. Of course, it's not only the food, but the friends you get to spend some time with.

Thus you wander around the cafeteria, holding your tray with two plates of bacon and shrimp fried rice. Not something you would have whipped-up yourself, but you aren't a nationwide cooking genius like Lunch Rush.

You are glad to see Shoto still enjoying the company of the rest of the hospital gang, sitting at their table along with Uraraka. The moment Iida notices you looking their way, he starts waving at you in a way that looks more like he's trying to direct you like a plane.

Another three tables call for your attention too though.

Mina and Kirishima wave for you to come closer from the other side of the room, sitting along with Bakugo, Kaminari and Sero, their sheer colorful energy catching your eye first. The ashen blond is the only one to not join in the waving.

Closer to your current location, Momo raises her hand, waving in a far subtler and more dignified way, managing to get Kyoka to roll her eyes at her. You are almost sure Toru is waving too, but you aren't 100% sure. Tsuyu just opts for a simple and normal wave, somehow looking like the one out of place.

Finally, Pony and Tokage wave for you from Itsuka's table, much to Monoma's dramatic embarrassment and Tetsu's amusement.

>What do you do?

>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]
>[Go sit with Mina, Kirishima and Bakugo. "'Sup Pinks, lookin' sharp Red! …Who pissed in Bakugo's cornflakes?"]
>[Go sit with the gals. "Howdy."]
>[Go sit with the cool cats of Class 1-B. "Howdy y'all! Mind if Ah sit at that side of the table? Yeah, opposite of Tokage."]
>[Write in.]

And...

>[Anything you want to talk about? (Write in)]

>>4296384
>>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]
Ushi is way to popular for her underdeveloped social planning ability

>>4296384
>>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

>>4296384
>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

>>4296384
>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

Everyone’s tempting, (I’m even tempted to seek out Tokoyami) but we know Iida’s been waiting to talk to us. Normally I like to sit with our 1-B pals since we don’t get to see them in class but I can understand avoiding Setsuna right now.

Maybe we can ask Iida if we can invite Pony to come running with us?

>>4296384
>>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

>>4296384
>>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]
God why is it lunch time that always kills my soul? We have too many friend groups to choose from. All these exciting opportunities to fail a face roll lol.

>>4296384
Keeping in spirit as to whats on the docket:

>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

>Let Momo know to meet up with you after school, either on the way to or at the Support course workshop (for Tin retrieval).

>>4296384
>>4296409
Support.

>>4296384
This >>4296409 is a good idea. I’ll amend to this >>4296401 that we should text the gals that we’d like to introduce them to Mei after class.

We know Uraraka knows her already but between the absurd manufacturing capabilities between Momo’s exotic material creation, Ushi’s mass-production and Mei’s know-how (and FireWire’s temperance) they can kind of output... just about anything that can theoretically exist.

For examples: get Momo a scouter with AI so she doesn’t have to carry and page through books. Get Toru gear made of her hair and nails. Get Ochako air-maneuverability gear. Get Ushi villain-containment jars. Get Jiro something tougher than a red cotton t-shirt over her vitals.

>>4296384
>>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

>>4296384
>>[Go sit with the gals. "Howdy."]

>>4296384
>[Go sit with the gals. "Howdy."]

>>4296384
>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

>>4296439
momo has met Mei already, i am pretty sure there was an interaction
sadly can't remember when it was

>>4296384
>[Go sit with Shoto and check what does Iida want. "Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah?"]

>>4296401
Support. Also, apologize to Iida for not talking to him sooner. And weren’t we supposed to run with him this morning?

>>4296582

Not this morning, but at some point.

>>4296585
Oh. Wasn't it a 'every day' thing?

>>4296654
Every week thing if its match to other events we take part in, but who knows, maybe Iida’s stiff would be a larger commitment than that...

>>4296382
>[Go sit with the gals. "Howdy."]

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You try to not let anyone down as you walk down to your chosen table, waving at the overwhelming amount of friends you have now.

"Howdy y'all, Shoto here told me you wanted to talk 'bout sumthin', Sugah." You say as you approach the table, noting with certain amusement how Iida bolts to pull a chair for you. "Thank you."

>"You are welcome and yes! Indeed I… I had something I wanted to talk about with you." He says, taking a moment to push your seat in before sitting . "Have, actually. I have yet to talk about it."

>"Just tell her." Shoto advises the bespectacled boy. "She is very understanding."

"Aw, shucks sugar!" You say, in the most saccharine-laden way you can manage, reaching over to give him a couple pats on the head, getting a slight smile out of him. "Ah try."

While Deku chuckles awkwardly at your joke, Uraraka looks very interested in draining her juice box.

>"Right, right…" Iida says, covering his mouth for a second, probably gathering his thoughts. "Native, a hero we… helped, sent me some tickets for the Zoo Dreamland park this sunday… I was wondering if you would like to come?"

"Huh… First time Ah hear of it." You point out, taking a break from shoveling food down your gullet.

>"Oh, I know it!" Ochaco exclaims, jumping from zero interest to excited, looking straight at you and putting her hands at the sides of her head, like floppy ears. "It's a zoo themed park, Walker! You have to put on a headband with animal ears when you get in and get to be a zoo animal!"

You manage not to choke, but your shock must have been obvious.

>"W-well, there's also some rides and the sweets are some of the best in the prefecture!" Deku interferes, trying to highlight another aspect of the park.

Shoto just reaches for you and pats your head, returning the favor.

IIda looks… Locked. He covers his mouth again, but he doesn't seem to find the right words just yet.

>What do you do?

>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>[You'd rather not, you have very little free time as is! "Sorry sugar, can't do."]
>[Pick up your tray and go sit elsewhere. (Where?)]
>[Write in.]

>>4297686
>>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>["Maybe Ah can be a bunny!"]

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
Why not? need to have fun with your class mates.

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>"But what about the others that...'helped'?"

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>["Maybe Ah can be a bunny!"]

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>["Maybe Ah can be a bunny!"]

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>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>["Maybe Ah can be a bunny!"]

Headpats are very good.

>>4297753
God damn that's adorable

>>4297753

Thank

>>4297753
DOUBLE PAT POWERRRRRRR!

>>4297753
An excellent addition to the collection, thanks!

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>["Maybe Ah can be a bunny!"]

He's trying. Take the gift as it was intended, educate him later.

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]
>["Maybe Ah can be your bunny!"]

>>4297686
>>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]

>>4297686
>[You'd rather not, you have very little free time as is! "Sorry sugar, can't do."]

>>4297686
>[You don't think you have anything scheduled for Sunday. "Sure, Ah can make it!"]

>>4296439
>Get Jiro something tougher than a red cotton t-shirt over her vitals.
Leather jacket? Leather jacket.

>>4301036
It looks like she’s got one, it’s just that it’s really only covers her back.

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You need a second to retake the reins of your imagination and steer your mind away from the imagery her words invoked, but you manage to do it with a quick shake of your head.

Thinking about all the things you are supposed to do, you make a quick mental list, noting that you are scheduled to get mauled at the den later today, get Tin back, got to write that parent appreciation letter due to monday, study for your the exams and your driving test…

Nothing that would get in the way of a day of fun with some friends, really.

"Sure, Ah can make it!" You exclaim, standing up and striking a pose by raising a leg a bit and bringing your hands over your head. "Maybe Ah can be a bunny!"

>"Mirko's signature pose!" Deku immediately recognizes it. As he should.


"<Damn right!> No points though, it was obvious." You fire back, letting yourself fall back on your chair. "But yeah! Ah can't wait to see if Ah can break a high striker this time, Ah know you can!"

>"Uh… Yeah… I'm… I'm not going." Deku awkwardly mutters, surprising you.

"Uh? But Ah thought y'all were goin' to go? Ain't it a thank you for helpin' Native?" You ask lookin' at the rest of the table.

Ochako just shrugs, but Deku looks away and Shoto shakes his head.

>"Sorry, but I can't go this sunday. There's a traveling hero exhibit coming this weekend at the Musutafu Culture Hall and it's only staying for a limited window, I can't miss it. It's about the down-of-heroes period!" The green haired boy explains, his eyes shining with passion. "We are talking stuff that's not available to the public otherwise! If I make it early I might be able to buy the Deluxe Photo Album with their biographies!"

"Oh… Well... Make sure to bring a separate notepad for the Gray Ghost! Dude had like 70 years of legacy on the name." You advice him after recovering from the surprise, then turn to your monochromatic best friend.

>"I am going to pay a visit to my mom." Shoto immediately says, and you don't need him to say more.

"Oh. Yeah… Ah reckon that's more important." You admit, feeling pretty awkward.

>"I'm sure I can find someone else that would want to come." Iida says, pushing his glasses back up. "Wouldn't want to waste Native's kindness, after all."

"Ah'm sure there's gotta be someone we now that'd like to go." You comment, looking around the cafeteria, wondering who'd be up for rides and sweets. Maybe Sato? Pinks?

>"I do my shopping on sundays." Ochaco points out with a dismissive shrug.

"Don't worry, Ah wasn't thinkin' 'bout you." You wave her off, getting her to clear her throat and look away. "Not sure of anyone right now though…"

>What do you do?

>[Talk about something else? (Write in.)]
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]
>[Skip to your Wrestling Training.]
>[Skip to Sunday.]
>[Write in.]

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>>4301585
>>[Skip to your Wrestling Training.]

>>4301585
>>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]
>Bring along Momo.

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]
>Bring Tokoyami
Dude could use some fun.

>>4301585
>>"I'm sure I can find someone else that would want to come." Iida says, pushing his glasses back up. "Wouldn't want to waste Native's kindness, after all."
"Nah, sugah, if we can't think of anyone else it can just be you 'n' me, sweetheart."

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>>4301585
>>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>>4301585
>>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]
We can probably try to bring along Tsuyu and Tokoyami. Class A Animal friends going to the zoo sounds fun. It's also another boy/girl so it doesnt put too much date pressure on us.

We also need to eventually sort out this issue with ochako, poor girl.

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>"Don't worry, Ah wasn't thinkin' 'bout you."
Ochako? moar liek OOFchako

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>Bring along Mina and Kirishima.
They helped a lot in the date with Kaminari. Maybe they could do it again.

>"Don't worry, Ah wasn't thinkin' 'bout you."
I both love and hate how unintentionally mean Ushi is to Ochako.

>>4301724
gonna need something for that burn.

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>Bring along Mina and Kirishima.

>>4301585
>>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>>4301834

+1

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

Jesus Ushi, that last part was bad. Surely even you could hear it?

>>4301699
I support this for the theme park.

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Yeah, I'll let you know when to vote about who you want to invite with you to the park.
If you want to invite someone to Mei's for some reason, you can do that now though.
SEE YA LATER!
If you want to hijack his tickets...

>>4302059
That last line is making me reel PM.

Cross that bridge when we get to it...

As for Mei’s workshop, reasserting: Momo

>>4302059
Ya know what, I still say Mina and Kirishima.

>>4301376
The material for her jacket hasn't ever come off as leather to my eye, but I could be wrong.

>>4302059
I say Momo

>>4301585
>[Skip to the end of the classes to go to the Development Studio and recover your robot!]

>>4302059
>Introduce Momo to Mei.

And you know what? When it comes to it let’s just let Iida decide who else he wants to invite, if anyone. They’re his tickets after all and it’s kinda rude to hijack them...

>>4302162
True, we can still inquire who we are going to hang out with that day with him.

>>4302059
>>4302162
Ya know...You're right.
Supporting to hang out with your Bro Momo, then letting your Bro Iida choose who else to bring.
Bro

>>4302162
Fair point. I tought it would be a good idea to bring Mina and Kirishima in case Ushi said something stupid like she did in her date with Kaminari, but it wouldn't be fair to Iida since it's his tickets after all.