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I feel a little bad for Class 1-B, they're going to get screwed over a lot, until the later parts.

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During the short intermission between matches, Toru Hagakure sat in the stands alongside Mina Ashido, Ochaco Uraraka, and the rest of Class 1-A.

As the group relaxed and chatted, Mineta Minoru suddenly stood up, his face excitedly bright.

"Excuse me, what?" Ochaco exclaimed in disbelief as Mineta made his pitch.

Not missing a beat, Mineta repeated himself, trying his hardest to seem convincing. "Mr. Aizawa said that a simple cheer squad from Class 1-A would be a great idea!" he declared, grinning widely.

Ochaco raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "A cheer squad? Mr. Aizawa said that?" She wasn't buying it. The idea of their stern, no-nonsense teacher suggesting such a thing was beyond the.

Feeling the tension rise and realizing his plan might fall apart, Mineta quickly added with a hint of desperation, "Ms. Midnight also supported the idea!"

Ochaco paused. That gave her something to think about. Ms. Midnight was known for her flamboyant personality and love for... more eccentric ideas. "Okay, I could see her saying something like that," Ochaco admitted, though she still seemed unsure.

Mina, ever the energetic and upbeat one, jumped into the conversation with enthusiasm. "Plus, we'd look so cute! You've gotta do it, Ochaco!" She beamed at the thought, her mind already picturing the fun of it all.

Toru Hagakure, who had been quietly listening, also chimed in, her voice light and playful. "I'm fine with doing it, too. Not like anyone will see me anyway." Her invisible form made her more open to ideas like these—she could have fun without feeling self-conscious.

Then, as if to seal the deal, Momo Yaoyorozu—who had been procuring yet another excessive array of snacks—joined the conversation. "Is this truly from the teachers themselves? Oh, in that case, we should probably follow through!" Momo, ever the diligent and respectful student, took Mineta's words at face value, ready to lead the effort if it meant following teacher directives.

With the collective agreement of the girls, they all hurried away, discussing the finer points of cheer uniforms and routines. They were swept up in the excitement, much to Mineta's glee. His mischievous grin widened as his devious plan fell into place—finally, his dream of seeing the girls in cheerleader outfits was becoming a reality.

As Mineta cheered to himself, basking in the success of his scheme, Bakugo Katsuki, sitting sullen and brooding in the corner, briefly glanced at the scene. He had noticed the conversation but had been too wrapped up in his thoughts to interfere. As he considered the girls' departure, a fleeting thought crossed his mind.

"Should I have stopped them?"

After a few moments of contemplation, his scowl deepened, and with a dismissive grunt, he decided. "Nah."

...

As the girls from Class 1-A made their way out in their form-fitting, overly-revealing cheerleader outfits, Tsuyu Asui glanced around nervously, tugging at her skirt in discomfort. Her tone was as dry as usual, but her words carried the weight of realization.

"Yaoyorozu... I think we got tricked," she said, her large eyes narrowing as she glanced over at Momo, who seemed equally uncomfortable.

Momo Yaoyorozu, her usual grace dimmed by the awkwardness of the situation, adjusted the tight costume around her waist and sighed. "To think I, of all people, could be tricked by Mineta... how careless of me." Her tone was one of disbelief, and a slight frown creased her brow as she continued to fiddle with the hem of the outfit.

Mina Ashido, however, seemed completely unfazed by the situation. With a carefree grin plastered across her face, she playfully nudged Ochaco Uraraka.

"Oh, come on! You guys didn't notice? That was, like, the dumbest trick I've ever seen!" she laughed, clearly enjoying herself as she posed dramatically, fully embracing the revealing nature of the outfit.

Ochaco, however, was far less comfortable. She pulled self-consciously at her top, trying to cover herself up as much as possible. "Then why would you do it!?" she asked, her voice high-pitched and on the edge of panic.

Toru Hagakure, who was invisible as usual but still managing to look carefree, chimed in with a laugh. "Because Mina loves showing off. I don't think she even knows what shame is."

"Yep!" Mina exclaimed proudly. "Toru's got it right. Who cares what people think? Confidence is the best outfit, right?" She winked, completely at ease in the ridiculous situation.

Meanwhile, Kyoka Jirou was standing off to the side, visibly embarrassed and nervously playing with her earphone jacks. Her usual calm, cool demeanor was gone, replaced by an awkwardness that was unusual for her.

"Mina... why are you so comfortable in this?" Jirou muttered, her face flushed. "I feel like I'm wearing a swimsuit at school..."

Mina laughed, patting Jirou on the back. "Just own it, girl! It's not that bad!"

Jirou, however, wasn't convinced and mumbled, "Easy for you to say..." as she tried to hide her face.

Meanwhile, back in the stands, Mineta Minoru and Denki Kaminari were practically shaking with excitement. Both of them leaned forward, their eyes glued to the girls in their cheerleader outfits.

Mineta, barely able to contain himself, whispered to Denki. "Dude, this is the best day ever! I knew my genius plan would work." He was practically drooling, his perverted mind racing.

Denki, equally captivated but trying to maintain some level of decorum, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, man... I'm not even mad. This was so worth it."

Eijiro Kirishima, sitting nearby, chuckled awkwardly as he tried to balance between appreciating the sight and not being a creep. "Well, I gotta say... they look great, but... is this really okay? I mean, we're kinda making a big deal out of it..." He scratched the back of his neck, clearly unsure how to handle the situation.

Mezo Shoji, who was sitting a bit further back, glanced at Kirishima with his usual calm expression. "Do you feel... compelled to congratulate them after this?"

Kirishima looked sheepish, rubbing his hands together. "I mean, yeah, it feels like the right thing to do... right?" He avoided Shoji's intense gaze, trying not to seem too invested.

Shoji gave a slow, understanding nod but remained quiet.

Tenya Iida, always the voice of reason, was having none of it. He stood resolutely beside Kurokami Tenshin, who was sitting calmly and confused by the situation. Iida had placed his hand over Kuro's eyes, effectively shielding him from the spectacle.

"You shouldn't be seeing this, Kurokami," Iida said sternly, his voice filled with the weight of moral responsibility. "Mineta has taken this too far, and it's an insult to the girls' dignity."

Kuro, who was still struggling to understand what was happening, tilted his head slightly. "I don't really understand... why is everyone making such a big deal about this?"

Shoto Todoroki, who sat beside Kuro, also seemed lost. His usually stoic face showed the barest hint of confusion as he crossed his arms and frowned. "I don't get it either. Is this supposed to be some kind of... concentration test?" His voice was as monotone as ever, but there was genuine curiosity in his question.

Kuro nodded thoughtfully. "That makes sense. It explains why everyone's staring so hard..." he said, almost as if solving a puzzle.

Iida sighed, "No, it's not a concentration test. It's... well... it's inappropriate, to say the least." He removed his hand from Kuro's eyes, deciding that the damage had already been done, and sat down with a frustrated huff. "Mineta has gone too far this time."

Back on the field, Ochaco muttered under her breath, "I can't believe we fell for this... I'm so embarrassed."

Momo, ever the composed one, tried to maintain some dignity as they continued. "Well, the performance is almost over. We just need to finish this, and then we can change out of these outfits."

Toru, still invisible, offered a casual shrug. "Honestly, I don't know what you're all complaining about. I don't even have to wear clothes most of the time, so this is like nothing to me."

Mina grinned. "That's the spirit, Toru! Just own it, and who cares what anyone else thinks!" She then turned to Jirou, who was still visibly uncomfortable. "Come on, Jirou! Let's wrap this up and show them what we've got!"

Jirou groaned but nodded, her face flushed. "Fine... but I'm never doing this again."

As the performance finally came to an end, the girls gathered near the edge of the arena, breathing sighs of relief. Mineta, still perched in the stands with Denki, couldn't contain his joy.

"We did it, Denki! The ultimate victory!" Mineta cheered, pumping his fist into the air.

Bakugo Katsuki, who had been watching with a mixture of irritation and disinterest, scoffed loudly. "Damn, pervs... wasting time on this crap." He shot an angry glance toward Mineta and Denki, who wisely avoided eye contact with him.

Izuku, sitting beside Ochaco, looked over at her, noticing how uncomfortable she seemed. "Are you okay, Ochaco? That... must've been awkward."

Ochaco, still blushing, nodded. "Yeah... I'm fine. Just... never again."

Izuku smiled awkwardly. "Well, you all did great... despite... you know."

Meanwhile, Shoto turned to Kuro again, still puzzled by the entire ordeal. "So, it wasn't a concentration test?"

Kuro shrugged. "Apparently not. But everyone seems distracted by it... maybe it's some kind of mental endurance test?"

Shoto, deep in thought, nodded slowly. "Mental endurance, huh? I guess we'll have to train for that next."

As they continued to speculate, Iida, still exasperated, sighed deeply. "It wasn't a test! It was a perverted scheme! How are you two not understanding this?"

Both Kuro and Shoto blinked at Iida, their confusion deepening. "And?" they said in unison.

Iida, utterly defeated, slumped back into his seat, mumbling about the future of hero society being in the hands of oblivious teens.1

The awkwardness passed as the Sports Festival continued, and the focus shifted back to the competition, though the incident would be remembered—especially by Mineta.

...

As Midnight announced the next match, the stadium buzzed with energy. The crowd had just witnessed a series of intense battles, and now it was time for the quirky and unpredictable Mei Hatsume to face off against the serene and composed Ibara Shiozaki.

The contrast between the two competitors was stark: Ibara, the quiet girl from Class 1-B, was known for her strong faith and powerful quirk, Vines. She walked slowly into the arena, her eyes closed, hands clasped in front of her as if she were in prayer. Meanwhile, Mei, the eccentric genius from the Support Course, bounced into the arena with a giddy grin, arms filled with various tools and gadgets.

The crowd's attention was a bit divided; Class 1-A had dominated most of the Sports Festival, and people were eager to see how someone from Class 1-B would perform. But there was something undeniably captivating about Mei's unpredictable nature and sheer enthusiasm for her inventions.

Midnight, with a dramatic flourish, raised her microphone to the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the next match! On one side, we have the calm, vine-wielding saint from Class 1-B, Ibara Shiozaki! And on the other side, a mechanical mastermind from the Support Course, Mei Hatsume!" She let the crowd roar for a moment before raising her arm high. "Let the match... begin!"

The second the word "begin" left Midnight's lips, Mei didn't waste a second. Grabbing a microphone she had stashed away—no one was entirely sure where she had been hiding it—she excitedly addressed the crowd.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Mei Hatsume and today, I'll be showing off my beautiful babies! Prepare to be amazed by the future of hero support gear!" Her voice echoed across the arena, and the audience collectively leaned in, intrigued.

Ibara, though taken aback by the sudden self-promotion, wasted no time. Her Vines sprouted from her head, whipping out toward Mei with impressive speed and grace, intending to restrain her for a quick victory.

But Mei was prepared. "Invention No. 1: Rocket Boots!" She activated her boots, which immediately lifted her off the ground, allowing her to hover a few feet above the stadium floor. She giggled gleefully, dodging Ibara's vines with relative ease by fluctuating her altitude.

Present Mic, who had been unusually quiet during this match, finally found his voice. "Whoa-ho-ho! Would ya look at that? Hatsume Mei's taking to the skies with her rocket boots! Is there anything this girl can't build?"

Aizawa, however, was unimpressed. Sipping his coffee, he muttered dryly, "This isn't a fight... it's a commercial."

Undeterred, Ibara quickly adjusted her strategy. With calm precision, she sent more of her vines toward Mei, this time aiming higher to entangle her in midair. Mei, seeing this, quickly shouted into her mic, still treating the match like a product demonstration.

"Invention No. 2: Quick-Draw Grapple Gun!" A small line shot from her gloves and attached to one of the stadium's pillars, pulling her out of the way of Ibara's vines at the last second.

The match proceeded in this fashion for a full 30 minutes. Every time Ibara tried a new tactic, Mei would counter with one of her seemingly endless gadgets. The crowd alternated between being impressed by Mei's ingenuity and growing weary of the one-sided nature of the match.

"Invention No. 4: Emergency Smoke Screen!" "Invention No. 9: Auto-Parachute Cape!" "Invention No. 17: Lightweight Exoskeleton!"

The inventions just kept coming. At one point, Ibara simply stopped attacking. She had tried every strategy she could think of, but it became clear that Mei was more interested in showing off her babies than actually fighting.

As Mei displayed her "Invention No. 65: Stun Grenade", Ibara simply sat down in the arena, her face serene but her eyes opening for the first time, showing a look of pure exhaustion. Ibara had given up trying to win the traditional way; Mei wasn't focused on the competition. She was running a one-woman tech expo.

By the time the 30-minute timer ran out, Midnight had visibly lost her patience.

"Alright! That's enough! The match is over!" She pulled the microphone close to her lips, her voice a mix of exasperation and professionalism. "Ibara Shiozaki wins by... voluntary forfeit from Mei Hatsume! Now, both of you, please exit the arena immediately!"

Mei, who was still rattling off the specs of her latest gadget, looked mildly disappointed. "Aww, what a shame. I didn't get to show the hang glider..." She shrugged as if it were no big deal and waved to the crowd before floating back toward the exit. "Thanks for watching, everyone!"

Ibara, on the other hand, rose from the ground slowly, her eyes filled with an empty resignation. She had stopped trying after Mei's 13th invention. As she walked off, her vines trailing behind her, the exhaustion from dealing with such an opponent was clear on her face.

Back in the waiting area, Mei was already preparing for her next project, unfazed by the match's outcome. "Kuro! Did you see the response? I think at least five heroes will want my gadgets now!"

Kurokami, who had been floating upside-down in the air as he often did, spun back into place. "You didn't win, though."

Mei shrugged, completely unbothered. "Winning wasn't the point. I'm here to advertise. If they want to fight me, they can come after my babies...do you want a part of the shares by the way? Part of the effort was yours."

"If you wanna sure, I'm just glad you enjoyed yourself, that match was something..." 

In the stands, Ochaco, Mina, and the other girls watched the match, jaws slack with a mixture of confusion and awe.

"Was... was that even a fight?" Ochaco asked, still trying to process what she had just seen.

"Nope," Mina said with a laugh, shaking her head. "That was far too one-sided."

"At least she's confident in her inventions," Toru added with a playful tone.

"I don't think Ibara is confident in herself anymore...kero." Tsuyu added, seeing the dead appearance she had after 'winning'.

As the next match was about to be announced, Midnight took the microphone once again. "And now, onto our next bout: Tenya Iida versus Mezo Shoji!"

In the waiting room, Tenya Iida tightened his gloves, his brow furrowed in deep concentration. His match against Mezo Shoji would be a challenge, given Shoji's physical strength and versatile quirk, Dupli-Arms. Still, Iida was determined to put his training to the test and prove himself as a capable Vice President of Class 1-A.

As he prepared to head out to the stadium, Momo Yaoyorozu approached him, her voice calm yet encouraging. "You've got this, Iida. Just stick to the plan you've been working on. Don't rush things."

Iida nodded sharply, his face set with resolve. "Thank you, Yaoyorozu. I will give it everything I have!"

With that, he marched out toward the stadium, his engines humming as he prepared for the upcoming fight.

The crowd roared once more as Iida and Shoji entered the arena, both looking composed and ready.

Midnight raised her arm, signaling the start of the match.

"Let the battle begin!"

...

As Iida faced Mezo Shoji in the cement arena, he couldn't help but analyze his opponent. Shoji was a wildcard. While all of Class 1-A had gone through intense training, Shoji had been quieter about his progress. What exactly had he learned? Iida started the match by running toward Shoji at his usual speed, ready to test the waters. Just as Iida was about to make contact, Shoji effortlessly sidestepped and pushed him with minimal effort. Iida skidded across the ground, canceling his engines just in time to avoid being knocked out of the ring.

Iida stared at the edge of the stadium. That push brought him dangerously close to elimination. How had Shoji dodged so easily? He couldn't just rely on speed alone—Shoji had a method for avoiding him. Gritting his teeth, Iida revved up his engines. This time, he activated 2nd Gear, increasing his speed but holding back from going all-out. Charging at Shoji again, he launched a series of precise kicks, but Shoji moved with fluid grace, dodging each strike with almost supernatural ease.

It was like Shoji could predict his every move.

As Iida attacked, Shoji finally countered. With a swift elbow to Iida's chest, followed by the creation of multiple arms, Shoji delivered a series of punches that sent Iida flying back once again. Iida's body slid across the cement, coming to a stop just before the edge of the arena once more.

Breathing heavily, Iida thought quickly. If this keeps up, I'll lose for sure.

The gears in his mind turned as fast as the ones in his legs. Then, it clicked. There was something off about Shoji's stance—his eyes were closed. How was he avoiding the attacks?

Iida activated the zoom function in his hero costume's visor, scrutinizing Shoji closely. That's when he noticed it—tiny eyes and ears scattered across Shoji's skin. Of course! He's using his Dupli-Arms to increase his senses—eyes, ears... maybe even a hundred times the normal human limit! Iida realized that Shoji wasn't dodging by instinct. He was sensing everything around him.

With this knowledge, Iida changed tactics. He switched to 1st Gear, his top speed without going into overdrive. He couldn't overpower Shoji directly, but maybe he could outlast him. Iida began sprinting in short bursts around Shoji, darting in and out of range, forcing Shoji to track him. He was going to wear Shoji down and outmaneuver him.

But Shoji didn't move. He stood calm and poised, not reacting to Iida's sudden change in speed. Instead, he simply closed his extra eyes and ears, retracting them into his skin. And in one swift motion, Shoji was right in front of Iida. What? He's so fast! Before Iida could react, Shoji unleashed a barrage of punches from his multiple arms, each hit landing with precision. It wasn't a flurry meant to knock Iida out in one strike, but the relentless barrage overwhelmed him.

Punch after punch, Iida felt the blows stacking up, his defense breaking under the sheer volume of hits. And then, with one final strike, Shoji sent Iida crashing across the arena floor. Dust swirled around the impact, obscuring Iida from view.

The crowd erupted in shock as Present Mic's voice boomed through the stadium.

"WHAT IN THE WORLD JUST HAPPENED? SHOJI'S CAUGHT IIDA, AND WITH THAT DEVASTATING BARRAGE, IIDA IS DOWN!"

Aizawa, sipping his coffee as usual, didn't flinch. "Iida's not done yet."

Shoji, standing tall in the arena, took a deep breath, his senses on high alert. He knew better than to assume victory too soon. "Get up, Vice President," he muttered, his voice barely audible to the crowd. "You don't fall that easily."

Then, there was movement. Slowly, Iida pushed himself up, his body battered and bruised, but still standing. "Shoji's right. I can't give up now..." he whispered to himself. His hero suit had absorbed much of the damage, but even that wouldn't last much longer.

Shoji's eyes narrowed as Iida rose to his feet and took a familiar stance. He's going for a final charge, Shoji thought.

Iida revved his engines, preparing for a final burst of speed. He couldn't hold anything back anymore. He needed to outmaneuver Shoji, but the direct approach wasn't working. Then, an idea sparked. Iida smirked beneath his visor as he initiated his Negative Gear.

Shoji, who had been tracking Iida's every move, suddenly noticed the ground around them crack and shift. The engines on Iida's legs reversed their propulsion, sending a burst of dust and debris into the air. A smokescreen.

Shoji's enhanced senses, tuned to perfection, were now his downfall. The dust obscured everything, confusing his sight, hearing, and even touch.

Before Shoji could recover, Iida shot forward, his foot igniting with power.

"JET... BURST!!!"

Iida's final move—a direct, full-speed kick—slammed into Shoji's chest with explosive force. The momentum carried both of them out of the stadium, bodies flying through the air as the dust cloud settled.

The entire stadium was silent, waiting for the result.

Midnight raised her flag after reviewing the slow-motion playback. "From Class 1-A, Iida Tenya is victorious!"

The screen lit up, showing the replay—both fighters had been sent flying, but Shoji was the first to touch the ground outside the ring. Iida had won by the narrowest of margins.

Panting, Iida stood tall, his engines smoking from the intense strain. He offered a nod to Shoji, who was still catching his breath. Shoji, always the calm competitor, gave a small smile. "Good fight, Vice President."

Iida, ever the formal one, replied, "Likewise, Shoji. You pushed me to my limits."

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[Auther: Yo, for me it's been forever, because if I don't write, it feels like forever! Anyway, I'll explain what they learned, Class 1-A has truly been subject to my iMaGiNaTiOn.

1. Jet Burst, pretty much, Iida uses a single engine to do a dropkick. That's it. It's fast and it hits hard but it's like Chidori in that Iida can only go straight.

2. Shoji's Ultra Instinct, pretty much, Shoji can create eyes, hands, arms, ears and stuff, right? So, he creates a bunch of miniature ears and eyes and with that, the information he gets is increased by a lot. He has a super-human reaction and to handle the stress on his brain, he uses the excess brain cells that the brain has, I won't explain biology to you but look it up.

3. Negative Gear, pretty much the propulsion on Iida's engine changes like the reverse on a car, instead of boosting his speed, it acts like a fan and thus, it's more like Deku's future quick Fa Jin.

4. Gear 1-3, gears like car gears, the higher the gear, the faster Iida goes.

P.S. I don't give the total explanation for stuff, since apparently, I...' infodump'...stupid ningens...]