MHA: More!

Standing opposite of his opponent, Shinso felt helpless. No matter how much the crowd cheered for him he didn't feel confident.

This man that he was facing was an absolute beast, there is no doubt that he'd lose in a direct combat.

However, since when did he ever engage in a direct combat? Aizawa has taught him to avoid a direct approach.

Jurota Shishida, his opponent, was a large tall young man with a beastly appearance.

But be not fooled, he's a true gentleman! There's no one as kind as this gentle giant.

He has shaggy, brown hair covering most of his body. He has sharp teeth, and his large jaw sticks out a fair amount, with two lower canines poking upwards between his lips. He also wears small, rectangular glasses with thick black lenses.

As monstrous as he looks, he is also extremely intelligent.

"BEGIN!!" Present mic announced the start of their battle.

"Wait!" Shinso raised his hand, stopping the enlarging Jurota from directly ending the fight.

"...." Jurota raised an eyebrow.

"Let's shake hands first, shall we? To show sportsmanship, of course." he smiled awkwardly, scratching his face with his finger.

"....Ok."

As strong and smart as he was, Jurota was actually a gentleman. If he was offered respect, he'll reciprocate it directly.

Unfortunately, he never expected that this gentle nature being the reason to be his downfall.

His eyes blurred out instantly after he answered him, the tense muscles relaxing.

"Walk off the ring."

His body began disobeying its host, directly walking to the edge.

No matter how hard he tried, no matter how much he clenched his muscles, nothing.

Eventually, he got out of the ring, unwillingly.

"Jurota Shishida... Surrendered? Shinso wins!!"

The crowd looked as confused as Present mic was, Jurota's body language suggested a strong confrontation, why did he back out?

Shinso walked off, leaving Jurota kneeling on the ground, an expression of disbelief on his face.

A lesson was learned that day.

Be kind, yes. But not too kind.

While Shinso won, he wasn't entirely happy about it. But he'll do what he must with what he has...

He didn't have a cool flashy Quirk like everyone else but he possessed something crucial.

The element of surprise.

As long as he isn't exposed, there is no one capable of resisting him.

"Well done, Shinso." Izuku patted his back after he sat down near him, giving him a drink.

"Thanks..."

"Come on, you won! Cheer up."

"I... Tricked him. I used his own kindness..."

"So what? It's called strategic thinking. You must use your enemies against themselves, you were brilliant."

"... He wasn't an enemy. I can see us being good friends.."

"You can befriend him after the festival."

"Y-you think he'd accept being my friend?"

"Sure, you're a great guy who is considerate. I, as your friend, am happy to have you."

Shinso blushed at the praise, not knowing what to say. "Thanks..."

"Don't mention it," Izuku patted his back gently.

Izuku and the rest of the students sat down and chatted happily, watching as one match followed the other, having a great experience.

Eventually, it was Uraraka vs Momo.

"Wish us luck, everyone!" X2

Uraraka and Momo stepped into the ring. Both knew this fight would be more than just a clash of strength; it was a battle of creativity, strategy, and resilience.

"READY..."

"Go." Aizawa announced the start of the match.

Momo acted first. In an instant, she reached into her body and pulled out a pair of flashbangs, tossing them toward Uraraka with expert precision. The grenades exploded in bursts of blinding white light.

Uraraka shut her eyes just in time, rolling to the side, but she could still hear Momo's movements. As the spots in her vision faded, she saw that Momo had already produced a large ballistic shield and a long metal staff, standing poised for combat.

"Going on the defensive?" Uraraka asked, shifting into a low stance.

"Not quite," Momo replied, swinging her staff. At the last moment, she twisted her grip, and the weapon split apart, turning into a pair of flexible whips.

Momo has decided to copy the weapon that Izuku used frequently whenever he trained.

She always watched him and she learned a lot so she began imitating him.

It can be said that the highest level of respect is imitation.

She cracked them against the ground, kicking up dust to obscure her position.

As of now, Momo was fighting in a way that Izuku would.

Uraraka leaped back, touching a stray piece of rubble and flinging it toward Momo with a flick of her fingers.

Normally, Momo would have dodged but today she wasn't fighting as Momo, she was fighting as Izuku.

The debris soared at high speed, but Momo countered instantly—one of her whips shot out, coiling around the rock mid-air, spinning it in an arc before launching it straight back at Uraraka.

Uraraka barely dodged in time, feeling the wind rush past her cheek.

"I won't go down easily," Momo said, her voice unwavering.

"I wouldn't want you to," Uraraka shot back, running forward.

Uraraka was as stubborn as it gets, losing was not even a thought in her mind.

The only way she can see herself losing today is by being heavily injured or incapacitated.

Momo moved to meet her, but Uraraka was faster. With a burst of speed, she ducked low, aiming for Momo's legs. The whip cracked again, forcing Uraraka to pivot, but she was already forming a plan.

She had to find a way through Momo's seemingly endless arsenal, not as easy as it sounds.

While Momo had a larger build and bigger muscles, she was also slower than her who could use her Quirk to boost her own speed.

Momo reached for another creation—a series of weighted bolas. She hurled them with practiced accuracy, aiming to entangle Uraraka's limbs. Uraraka flipped mid-air, narrowly avoiding entrapment, but Momo was already on the move, producing a large net launcher from her back and firing it.

Uraraka had seconds to react. Instead of dodging outright, she raised her arms and let the net envelop her—only to touch it lightly, activating her Quirk. The net suddenly became weightless. She twisted, flinging it back toward Momo, who had to dive away to avoid her own trap.

"Crafty."

"Coming from you, that's rich."

A small smirk formed on Uraraka's lips. She was getting through.

Their movements became a dance—Momo crafting weapons and tools at a dizzying speed, Uraraka maneuvering through them with precise agility. Shields, spears, smoke bombs—Momo was relentless. But each time, Uraraka found a way to use her Quirk to shift the battlefield. Floating debris became obstacles, counterattacks turned into diversions, and weightlessness disrupted Momo's well-planned defenses.

Izuku stared with disbelief at what he was seeing. He really underestimated the girls in his class.

They were strong.

He leaned forward, studying their movements with an analytical gaze.

A habit he picked from the memories of Deku.

Between exchanges, they spoke, their words a mask for the real conversation happening in their minds.

"He's incredible, isn't he?" Momo said, launching a barrage of caltrops onto the battlefield.

Uraraka knew who she meant. "Izuku?" She touched a chunk of concrete, sending it soaring to scatter the caltrops. "Of course. But you already knew that."

Momo smiled knowingly. "He's changed the way we see our limits, an insurmountable mountain."

Uraraka didn't deny it. She pressed forward, forcing Momo to switch tactics again. This time, Momo formed a massive halberd, swinging it in a wide arc. Uraraka dodged, but the sheer force of the swing kicked up a blast of wind, nearly toppling her.

"He inspires you too," Uraraka said, flipping back onto her feet.

That was close.

Momo's eyes flickered with something unreadable. "He inspires all of us."

The battlefield was crumbling beneath them, the fight reaching its peak. Momo produced a final weapon—a pair of gauntlets crackling with stored energy. She lunged forward, aiming to finish it.

Uraraka waited until the last moment—then she grabbed Momo's wrist.

With a single touch, Momo felt her body lose weight. She floated upward, her footing gone. A moment of panic flashed in her eyes as she struggled, but Uraraka was already moving. She slammed her own feet down, releasing Momo's weight at the perfect moment.

Gravity did the rest.

Momo crashed to the ground, her breath leaving her in a sharp gasp. The match was over.

Panting, Uraraka extended a hand. "That was close."

Momo looked up, her expression softening before she took the offered hand. "Yes… very close."

The fight was over, but the thoughts of a certain green-haired boy lingered between them.

It was left unspoken but both of them declared their intentions to the other as their gazes met.

'He's mine!' X2

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In an apartment that is considered outdated by the standards of this day and age yet being considered beautiful as well, a man? sat on his coach, drinking vodka with a carefree attitude.

9 armed robberies, 3 murders, and 29 attempted murders. That's his? record.

Kenji Hikiishi or better known as Magne. Someone who possessed the Quirk Magnetism.

It allowed her to apply strong magnetic polarity to people around her within a 4.5-meter radius. She could magnetize a person's entire body or specific portions. Men are polarized south, and women are polarized north. Magne couldn't magnetize herself.

While men and women can be attracted to each other, using the same Quirk against two targets of the same gender pushes them apart.

North with north pushes each other, north with south closes with each other.

A mighty push and pull.

Just like a magnet, thus the name.

Magne was a "woman" with quite a wide, muscular build, she underwent a gender swapping Quirk effect, just like Tiger of the Wild-wild pussycats.

Her shoulder-length hair was smooth, and a reddish magenta color, her rather square jaw was also thinly covered in facial hair.

Her lips were notably big, appearing to be similar to Rikido Sato, a fellow classmate of Izuku, just slightly more pink-tinted in color.

She always wore triangular, white-framed sunglasses, obscuring her eyes. Along with these, she also wore a dark orange shirt, which was unbuttoned revealing the white v-neck she had on underneath, blue jeans with a belt, and plain dark brown espadrilles on her feet.

Magne was an observant person. She can tell when anything shifted in an unpleasant direction.

Thus, when she felt a hand approaching her door, ready to knock on it, she spoke first.

"Come in, old man."

Giran opened the door slowly, entering with a bottle of wine.

Magne smiled.

She liked Giran, he knew her taste for alcoholic.

Unfortunately he refused to be her suitor.

"What do you want?"

"Not even a greeting?" Giran said in an exasperated expression.

"..."

"Fine. I'm here for a job," he thew her a piece of paper.

Magne slowly read it. "League of villains? What kind of retarded name is that?"

Giran's eyes twitched.

"Shigaraki named it, it's after some game with a simular name..."

"Who the fuck is this garaki guy?"

"Your boss should you accept this."

"Why should I? What will I gain?"

"Money."

"I have that."

"What do you want then?"

She smirked. "You."

"Hell. No. I don't swing left."

"... Fine. I want to do whatever I want."

"Sure, I can manage to convince them to give you full freedom."

"Alright, I'm in."

Giran turned, opting to walk away as he didn't feel safe here.

"Wait, where are you going? Come have a sip from the wine!"

"There's no way I'm drinking alcohol around you, there's a 0.005% chance that I'd get drunk."

"Thats too high!"

"I'm not risking it!" he bolted out.

"Tch. Smart bastard..."

She watched as he got out of the room, leaving the door intentionally open to annoy her.

"BASTARD!"