Chapter 17

After another hour of simulated fights, class had ended and everyone was headed back to the classroom and gather their things as the school day came to a close.

"Damn Kumagawa! You really had us all going back there!" spoke Kirishima in excitement.

"Having an illusion-type Quirk must be so cool~!" cheered Ashido. "You can really freak people out like you did with us!"

"Though I must admit, your tactics were a bit concerning." added Yaoyorozu.

Kumagawa sheepishly rubbed the back of his head as he smiled. [You praise me far too much... But feel free to keep doing so.]

"Bwahaa! You're a real funny guy! You know that?!" bellowed Sato.

"And let's not forget about Midoriya either!" Kirishima said, shifting topics. "That was one hell of a standoff you had with Bakugou! My spine was tingling from your drive to win!"

"That first match of yours really got the rest of us all fired up for ours as well." Kaminari opined as he patted the green-haired teen on the back.

Unused to so much attention, Midoriya was reduced to a stuttering mess. "I-it was nothing. Just d-did my best is all."

"Looks like you're a lot more humble than mister pervert over here." remarked Hagakure as she gestured, as best she could given her invisibility, towards Kumagawa.

[I stand by the fact that had another guy been in the same situation as me, he would have reacted in a similar manner.] Kumagawa responded as he adopted a sort of 'teacher-like' pose.

"I agree to that!" cried Mineta.

"Quite the noisy bunch, aren't they?" mused Tokoyami as he sat on a desk and watched the rowdy group.

"So it would seem." concurred Shouji.

"Stop sitting on the desk! Stop this instant!" scolded Iida as he pointed in a robot-like fashion towards Tokoyami.

"Nothing shakes your conviction, huh Iida-san?" Uraraka said in response.

"Don't you think you're being a little overbearing?" questioned Ojiro.

"Nonsense! It only takes one rebellious person for the rest to follow soon after! It is best to quash such chaos before it begins!" the robot-man rebutted.

Ojiro put his hands up defensively. "Settle down man. It was just a question."

"Seriously robot-man, if you don't take it easy once in awhile then you'll have an anuerysm this time next week." joked Jirou.

Eventually the classroom door slid open and the still tired-looking Aizawa stepped in. "Alright twerps, time to wrap things up and send you home for the day." he spoke before muttering under his breath. "And get you out of my hair..."