Chapter 53: Final Exam for Class 1-A

They met again at the end of a week. I hope you spent your New Year's Eve with your loved ones or the way you wanted. Happy New Year again.

I won't take too long. I set up a new episode release schedule. With this calendar, I will shoot 4 episodes a week, while I was writing the series again, I said that I would go back to the old order in the 50th episode, but for some reason after the 50th episode.

The new program is as follows:

Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Sunday will be episodes, and I won't be posting episodes for the rest of Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. (For some special reasons or if I don't want it.)

Also for those who are waiting, we will go to the Multi-verse after the MHA jungle camp arc.

That's it, good read, enjoy

If you see any mistakes, feel free to write. I'll fix it.

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It's time for the year-end exams for U.A. students. The written exams were held yesterday and none of the 1-A students would have any problem failing the class due to grades.

But the exam didn't end there. Teachers had recruited students into fake cities owned by the U.A. to measure their combat experience and combat intelligence, and test their ability to react to situations, and so on.

After explaining the situation to the students they had gathered in front of the fake city, they divided them into groups and introduced them to the teachers they would encounter.

"I look forward to working with you." Momo turned to the expressionless Shoto and leaned slightly. She felt a little nervous about being against the teachers, but after being trained all week by Blake and having her self-confidence forced back on her, she wasn't that nervous anymore.

In fact, after what Blake told her today, she had a plan in mind.

"Me too." Shoto replied in one word to match his callous expression.

The students took turns going to the fighting fields where they were told. Others headed to the computer room, where they could watch all the encounters, waiting their turn.

The fights have begun. Kirishima and Sato fought against Cementoss. However, as a result of Cementoss' war of attrition, Kirishima's Quirk expired, while Sato became semi-unconscious due to excessive sugar use and they lost.

Honkkkkk!!

The honking echoed throughout the field. The honking was followed by an announcement explaining the loss of Kirishima and Sato.

"Is it that fast?" All the students were surprised. The fights had been going on for a few minutes and two of their friends had already been eliminated. The teachers didn't intend to give them any handicaps.

After the duo's battle, it's time for Ectoplasm vs Tokiyomi and Asui's fights. After a fierce fight, they narrowly won.

In Ida and Ojiro's case, the two successfully passed the exam with Ida's plan.

After all, it's time for Shoto and Yaoyorozu to fight.

**

"Do I need to be here?" Blake sighed in distress as he sat on a stone. He turned to Midnight, who was sitting on the floor, stroking Sero's hair as he slept on her legs.

All he wanted to do was watch Momo and congratulate her when she won, which, according to Blake, was a 95% chance of that happening. But as he watched the screens in the computer room, he was being dragged away by Midnight. Even though he refused at first, she was able to get him here somehow.

"What happened, Blake-kun? Don't you like spending time with your beautiful and sexy onee-san?'' Midnight licked her lips with her mouth-watering tongue as she spoke in a confident tone.

"And old."

"You!-"

''Just kidding." Blake grinned at the angry Midnight, the smoke rising above her head To tell the truth, he enjoyed spending time with this woman.

He could flirt with a beautiful woman, have fun with little jokes and have a good time with her reactions. As things were going, Blake liked to spend time with Midnight.

If it wasn't, there was no way Midnight had dragged him here against his will.

''...' Midnight's two ocean blue crystal-like eyes turned to Blake, who looked around in frustration. Every second that passes, a mysterious glow appears in her eyes.

"Blake-kun, do you know why I'm so interested in you?" Midnight gently stroked Sero's hair, which was slumbering on her legs. Sero had a big mucus balloon on his nose and was snoring slightly. A stupid grin appeared on his face as Midnight stroked him.

Blake turned to the woman. Instead of looking at him, Midnight looked at Sero's stupid face and giggled slightly. Unlike the way she started the conversation, she had the attitude that she wasn't interested in him.

"What is it?" Blake asked curiously. He didn't remember doing anything that might have caught the attention of this half-sadistic, half-normal woman. He had a few guesses, but as Midnight wasn't among his targets, he wondered why she was drawn to him.

"At first, I was intrigued by the fact that, unlike your peers, you didn't have any ulterior motives or extra emotions when looking at me. '' Midnight's journey of meeting Blake was quite simple. They had a teacher-student relationship at school, and on their first meeting, they said nothing but a few simple words.

Midnight, or Rather, Nemuri Kayama, was not an arrogant woman. She wasn't narcissistic enough to want everyone's eyes on her, nor the type to treat people who didn't look at them like aliens.

But despite all this, she was a woman who trusted her beauty. She knew what effect her sensual body, playful attitude, and beauty had on men.

She was aware of how her beauty had an impact on perverted young people who had just discovered their Libido. An example is Mineta and Denki. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, their perversion was somehow reflected in their facial expressions.

And she knew how it affected those who weren't perverts. An example is Midoriya, who blushes with shame when he looks at her. And then some people didn't care about her. People like Bakugo, Shoto, etc weren't interested in her or anyone else for special reasons.

But Blake wasn't interested in her for no reason. And this causeless indifference had planted a small seed of curiosity in her.

Over time, the teacher-student relationship developed, and their conversations increased day by day. The conversations of the two became more frequent and with each passing day, Midnight's interest in Blake increased.

After a while, the relations of the two came to a consistency that can be called friends. Midnight is a bit more daring and reverted to his normal flirtatious self, but this time she didn't get any reaction, again.

Midnight's taunts grew larger with each passing day. It had been a long time since her mockery of a teenager had passed, and she had begun to use perverted words and gestures as if she were making fun of a peer.

Even after all these futile efforts, she got no results. Blake, far from blushing or embarrassed, was acting indifferent to her like a eunuch. He had simple, casual conversations with her but did not respond in any way to her taunts.

If Blake didn't have a girlfriend, she'd think he wasn't interested in women.

Midnight's interest in Blake began to grow with Blake's indifference. Every time Blake was indifferent to her, a desire to get his attention grew in her heart.

"Besides…" She lifted her head and looked into Blake's eyes. Her sadistic expression appeared every second as she licked her lips.

"I want to break your stern attitude." There was a desire within her to see Blake in a blushed state beg her to stop. She wanted to see Blake's helpless and powerless expression.

"The conversation was going well..." Blake sighed with frustration. The conversation was going pretty well, but he forgot about this woman's perverted, slightly sadistic side.

"Hehe..." Midnight's shoulders trembled, a little giggle came out of her mouth. She held Sero's head with her hand and stood up after gently putting it on the ground. She picked up her whip and started walking in the direction Mineta was running away from.

Blake lifted his feet slightly and leaped forward. He landed next to the woman and walked with her to Mineta.

**

"In these circumstances, you must prioritize escaping. Because I will defeat you." Aizawa put his hands on the ground. He bent his body as much as possible. Gravitational streaks flew, his red eyes glowing, hidden under his goggles.

"Yaoyorozu, go!" Shoto kicked Aizawa as he screamed. Momo turned around and started running after hesitantly looking at Aizawa, who easily dodged Shoto's attack.

"Is that your plan? Then it's great." After Aizawa quickly looked back, he grabbed his strip and swung it forward.

He suddenly appeared behind Shoto. The strips were already tied to Shoto's arms and torso. He pulled the strip hard to himself. The bound Shoto was forcibly lifted into the air by the lanes.

"I was going to catch you first because you were the one who attacked." He tied the rope holding Shoto to the nearby pole.

"Do you think you've got me? I burn or freeze these ties...''

"I don't care which one you do. But watch where you fall." Aizawa put his hand in the small bag around his waist and threw a handful of iron barbs to the ground. The thorns scattered on the ground gleamed coldly.

After talking to Shoto for a while and explaining the situation to him in detail, he went up to the roof of a house to follow Momo.

As he ran through the roof, his gaze was fixed on Momo's back.

Momo was running nervously without even looking back. Her occasional wobble showed how anxious and agitated she is in the current situation. According to Aizawa, she didn't even know where she was going.

"After all, she's just starting high school." Aizawa's lips curled up. He could understand Momo's stress and anxiety. First of all, they were children, it was normal for them to be afraid in such situations.

Especially Momo's panic was the most normal of them all. Aizawa had read the records about Momo and learned how proud and a little arrogant she was before coming here.

Probably the successive defeats she experienced after coming here damaged her self-confidence and ability to make decisions. In this exam, however, she left all the decisions to Shoto. Now that Shoto was taken prisoner by him, she panicked and didn't know what move to make.

"Let's get this thing done quickly..."As much as Aizawa understood or empathized with Momo's situation, he was their enemy in the current situation, and his goal was to stop them. He wouldn't be torpedoed just because he could empathize.

"I'll hit where it hurts." He shouted after throwing one of the strips at Momo. His shoes were rubbing against the floor. He just stopped and started pulling the lane.

The strip tangled in Momo's arm, and Aizawa's tug made her lose her balance. She closed her eyes helplessly, her teeth clenched. She seemed to realize that she couldn't win against a teacher.

"Create." Realizing she could use her Quirk, Momo's eyes opened with shock. She used her Quirk in no time, her arm shining with multiple lights. She changed her path and started running in Todoroki's direction.

"She changing direction?" His brows furrowed under the eye shields. Momo's self-confidence problem was worse than he thought.

Aizawa shook his head. He kicked the ground with his foot and leaped forward. He followed Momo closely, but at a distance at the same time.

"When does he wake up?"

"Hm?" As Aizawa followed her closely, he heard a familiar voice. However, the owner of this voice shouldn't be here right now. He must be watching him in the main building or continuing the student's exam right now.

He began to investigate his surroundings as he followed Momo closely, but the owner of the voice was not nearby. Except for him, Momo, and Shoto, whom they were getting closer and closer, there was no trace of anyone in the environment.

'He'll wake up soon. The amount of chemicals I use should put him to sleep for half an hour." The second voice he heard belonged to the girl he was chasing now. But that shouldn't have happened. Momo continues to run to Shoto in a panic, not even looking at him. However, in the voice he heard, it was clear that he was speaking casually, aside from being chased.

''It doesn't matter if it does not affect him. He likes to sleep. By the way, Momo, I'm impressed that you used your Quirk like that and knocked the always watchful Aizawa down. You've improved in 2 weeks."

''T-Thank you, Mic-sensei. ''

...

"T-Thank you, Mic-sensei." Momo shyly tapped her index fingers together. She was bathed in both joy and shame when she met the admiring glances of her teachers and friends.

Momo, Present Mice, and others were in the computer room where they could watch other fights. Teachers nodded with appreciation, students looked at Momo with glowing eyes.

Aizawa was lying on the floor sleeping. A thin saliva rope was hanging from the side of his mouth and his eyebrows were frowned upon. He could hear the sounds around him, but he couldn't open his eyes.

It's all because of what Momo did during the exam.

As soon as Momo started the exam, she talked to Shoto about her plan and took action.

She created two small robots and programmed them to spread the chemical mixture into the area they passed through. At the same time, Shoto and Momo used a pill that they would not be affected by.

Then Shoto and Momo escaped by revealing themselves to Aizawa and left the rest to the robots. Aizawa had fallen into a deep sleep after chasing them for a while.

Most surprisingly, and surprising to onlookers, Aizawa, who had been vigilant all this time and ready for any attack, did not realize that Momo's chemicals had affected him.

That was the whole exam. The students and teachers who had completed their exams and watched Momo's exam did not expect Momo's Quirk to be so effective and dominating. Even a seasoned pro-hero like Aizawa didn't realize until the very last moment that he was fascinated by Momo's Quirk.

''...'' While some students rejoiced, Iıda and Shoto, who had finished their exams, as well as Bakugo, who was still awaiting his exam, began to see her as a major competitor when they saw the effects of Momo's Quirk, which they had ignored all along.

Midoriya, on the other hand, was immersed in his world by Momo's actions. At some unknown time, he began to write down his guesses about what Momo had done and what she could do, on a notebook and paper he had picked up at some unknown time. Imaginary words were flying around him as he spoke.

"It looks like I need to increase my training..." Shoto stood by himself amid loud conversations. After staring at Momo for a moment, he turned his eyes to his hand. He had done nothing during the exam, and this useless feeling was a little unsettling. It looked like he needed to ask his grandmother to increase his training difficulty.

When everyone reacts differently to Momo, the girl at the center of all people's attention had a completely different opinion.

Her eyes scanned the room, searching for the person who had earned her all this praise. It didn't take long to find him.

Blake was in the corner of the room talking to Midnight. His back was against the wall, his arms folded in front of his chest. One corner of his lip was lifted, forming a charismatic smile.

Blake met Momo's gaze as he spoke to Midnight. He smiled warmly as he waved lightly at her. He did nothing more.

There was no great praise or words to flatter, just a small and quiet support. But this quiet and small support had a great deal of faith behind it. Blake's nonverbal little gesture showed Momo that it was normal for her to do it and that he knew she could do it.

This nonverbal belief was, even more, affecting Momo. She felt that quiet and strong trust was worth more than a few accolades. The feelings that grew in Momo's heart grew every second.

...

The day has passed and it's time to leave school. As Blake glanced at his phone, he made his way through the crowd to the exit.

The way people looked at him was completely gone. The students no longer had any fear for him. Fear was replaced by a flurry of recent events and unease with the proliferating villains.

Blake was walking recklessly through all this anxiety, texting his girlfriends.

-Blake's Harem­- [EN: The name of the group room in the program they are writing to]

[Blake: Where are you?]

[Rumi: We're waiting for you in front of the market.]

[Fuyumi: Don't forget to take money, bully boyfriend. A lot is missing from your house.]

[Blake: Are you still taking a stand against me?]

[Fuyumi: Y-Yes, what is it? Can't I? Are you that bullied?]

[Blake: No. I just wanted to say it didn't do any good. It increases my desire to impose another punishment on you.]

[Fuyumi:...]

[Nejire: Fuyumi-nee-chan, have you tasted Blake's punishment? How? İt was good, wasn't it? It makes you want more, doesn't it?]

[Fuyumi:...]

[Fuyumi:...]

[Fuyumi:...]

[Blake: I think she passed out from embarrassment.]

[Fuyumi: Yes, it was good, so good.]

[Blake: Still with us.]

[Blake: Anyway, you don't mind if I bring someone with me, do you?]

[Rumi: Who?]

[Blake: Momo]

[Rumi: It's okay.]

[Nejire: That's fine with me. I love Momo-chan.]

[Fuyumi: Sure.]

[Blake: @Fuyumi, your face is red.]

[Fuyumi: It's not.]

[Blake: It is.]

[Fuyumi: Not!!]

[Blake: Post your photo then.]

[Fuyumi:...]

Blake chuckled, his eyes reflecting a warm expression on the phone screen. He turned his head to Momo, who was walking beside him and had been glaring at him from the beginning of their walk.

"Momo, do you want to go shopping with me?"

"Shopping? OK. I'd like to."' Momo happily agreed. She loved going out with friends and spending time like a normal teenager. Shopping wasn't the perfect place for this, but for Momo, it didn't matter.