Pikachu vs Broccoli.

Yo! I'mma love this chapter since it's finally time for the 'joke' of Class 1-A to shine.

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As Aizawa calmly announced Kurokami Tenshin's victory, Present Mic chimed in, his voice echoing through the stadium.

"It seems Class 1-A's president truly does treat everyone like 'fodder'—he's unstoppable!"

The audience was still buzzing from the match. Kuro, on the other hand, seemed unfazed by his win. He walked over to Shinso, who was still catching his breath.

"Did you notice?" Kuro asked, his usual lightheartedness showing through his expression.

Shinso, still a bit sore but not defeated in spirit, glanced around the stadium. Though not entirely for him, the cheers echoed louder than he'd ever imagined. "They're… cheering for me?" he muttered, a little surprised.

Kuro nodded. "You fought well. Whether you win or lose, people can see how strong you are. They respect that."

Shinso looked at Kuro with newfound respect. "I expect you to win the whole thing, President. And when I get into Class 1-A, I expect you to be a good Class President."

Kuro smiled, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll be waiting...Mortal."

As he left the stadium, Kuro mulled over Shinso's words. A lingering question floated in his mind: "If Shinso joins 1-A… will he become the 22nd member, or will someone get kicked out?" He shrugged the thought away, more focused on his next match. Whatever happened, he'd make sure Shinso found his place.

Meanwhile, Shoto Todoroki was in the waiting room, preparing for his match against Hanta Sero. As he stretched, his muscles tense and mind focused, he caught a glimpse of a figure entering the room. Endeavor.

The air in the room thickened as Endeavor fixed his gaze on his son.

"Shoto," Endeavor said, his voice gruff but steady. "You need to stop this stupid behavior. Use your flames. You're holding back, and it won't get you anywhere."

Shoto paused, a bitter smile creeping onto his face. "Kurokami helped resolve some things between us," he admitted, his voice calm yet edged with defiance, "but I still won't use my flames."

Endeavor crossed his arms, unimpressed. "You'll eventually face an opponent where you'll have to choose between using your flames or losing, Shoto."

Without missing a beat, Shoto turned away from his father. "Then I wouldn't mind losing," he said as he walked toward the stadium.

As Midnight announced the beginning of the match between Shoto Todoroki and Hanta Sero, Todoroki couldn't help but replay his brief conversation with Endeavor in his mind. "That bastard," he thought, a bitter taste in his mouth. The idea of using his flames sickened him.

While Todoroki was lost in thought, Sero moved quickly, tying him up with his tape. Sero grinned as he pulled hard, trying to throw Todoroki out of the ring in one swift move.

"Sorry, Todoroki! I'm going for a quick victory!" Sero yelled.

But Todoroki remained calm, his expression unchanged as the tape began to freeze.

"Hold no hard feelings," Todoroki said in his usual monotone voice.

Sero, sensing the chill running down the tape, panicked. "Wait, what do you mean—?"

Before he could finish, his body was frozen solid, encased in ice. The crowd gasped, and Midnight, caught off guard by the sudden outcome, quickly declared the match over.

"Shoto Todoroki is the winner!" she announced, though the ease of the victory left her speechless.

Without a word, Todoroki used his flames—just a touch—to thaw Sero out, feeling a small, bitter satisfaction. "It's just to help a classmate," he reminded himself, refusing to acknowledge that this was exactly what his father had told him to do.

As Sero thawed out, shivering slightly, he laughed awkwardly. "Man, Todoroki, you could've been a little more gentle with the freezing!"

Todoroki, as usual, apologized with a curt nod. "I'll keep that in mind."

Back in the stands, Aizawa droned, announcing Todoroki's victory, while Present Mic added, "Well… that was a bit anticlimactic, but what else can you expect from someone like Todoroki?!"

In the waiting area, Izuku Midoriya sat quietly, focusing on his upcoming match against Denki Kaminari. He clenched and unclenched his fists, steadying his breath. This was his chance to prove himself, not just to his classmates, but to Kacchan.

Suddenly, Bakugo walked up to him, his usual scowl etched on his face.

"Oi, Deku," Bakugo growled, cracking his knuckles. "If you lose here, just give up on being the No.1 hero. 'Cause you're never gonna beat me."

Izuku, feeling the pressure, stared back at Bakugo. His eyes filled with determination. "I won't lose, Kacchan!"

He couldn't lose. Not here. Not now.

As Midnight called for Izuku Midoriya and Denki Kaminari to enter the arena, Izuku took a deep breath and stepped out onto the field. The crowd roared in excitement, but his focus was solely on the match ahead.

He had trained hard and perfected his ability to use One For All at 3%(What his normal state is.), and with the quirk suppression cuffs that Kuro had helped him develop, he was ready to push his limits.

Denki, standing across from him, grinned sheepishly. "Hey, Midoriya! Let's make this fun, okay?"

Izuku nodded, his fists clenched tightly. "Yeah… let's give it our all!"

As the match began, the energy in the air was electric—both figuratively and literally.

As Midnight announced the start of the fight, Izuku immediately sprang into action, increasing One For All to 10%. His feet barely touched the ground as he dashed toward Denki Kaminari like a green blur.

Izuku's heart pounded in his chest, knowing he had to be cautious—Denki's quirk, though unpredictable in the past, had improved.

Denki, standing across from him, flashed back to his harsh training. It wasn't just the physical pain of being shocked and pummeled by Kuro during their sparring sessions—it was the mental exhaustion of trying to control something as wild and volatile as electricity.

Kuro, ever the perfectionist when it came to quirks, assumed Denki had raw potential due to the sheer power of his quirk, "Electrification." But for Denki, control had always been the issue, and his power often made him more of a danger to himself and others than an asset.1

After enduring weeks of relentless training from both Kuro and the Vice Presidents, Denki had learned to harness more of his quirk's capabilities. He'd come prepared, and now he wanted to prove he wasn't just the "joke" of Class 1-A anymore.

As Izuku closed in, Denki unleashed an indiscriminate burst of electricity in a flash of yellow, forcing Izuku to jump backward, narrowly avoiding the shock.

"I'm not the same Denki Kaminari I was before!" Denki shouted, charging himself with electricity.

Izuku's sharp mind quickly went to work, analyzing Denki's movements and tactics. "He's improved…" he thought, watching Denki's body pulse with energy. "But something's off."

Denki pointed his fingers toward Izuku, releasing a crackling arc of electricity in his direction. The beam streaked toward Izuku, but it didn't hit him directly. Instead, the shot veered slightly, striking closer to his metal cuffs.

"He's not aiming at me—he's aiming at the metal!" Izuku realized, dodging another arc of lightning with a quick sidestep.

Denki's grin widened as he fired again. "You figured it out, huh?" he called out, his voice tinged with satisfaction. "Kuro taught me that if I can't control my quirk perfectly yet, I should use whatever I can to make it work for me!"

The metal on Izuku's cuffs was acting as a conductor, allowing Denki to track his movements by focusing his shots on the metallic objects. It was clever—especially for someone who once struggled with aim entirely.

But Izuku couldn't remove the cuffs, as they were suppressing One For All to a manageable level. Without them, the risk of shattering his bones was too great, leaving him vulnerable.

Denki, noticing Izuku's hesitation, took the opportunity to charge up for a new attack. "Sparking!" Denki shouted as electricity crackled across his body, visibly boosting his speed and strength.

Izuku barely had time to react before Denki appeared in front of him, faster than before. The punch connected, and Izuku felt a sharp, numbing sting spread across his face. "He's using electricity to enhance his physical abilities!" Izuku thought, reeling back from the hit.2

Denki pursued him, his punches infused with electric energy that left Izuku's body tingling. "Sparring with Kurokami... and getting pointers from Iida... he's grown!" Izuku thought, acknowledging how much Denki had improved. But Izuku wasn't out of options yet.

Izuku dodged another punch, gathering his thoughts. He had been trying to focus One For All into specific areas—his legs for speed, his arms for strength—but it wasn't enough. He needed to channel the power evenly through his entire body.

"I can't just fight like before… I have to evolve too!" he told himself.3

"Full Cowling!"

Suddenly, green lightning erupted around Izuku, crackling and surging through him. His movements became fluid, fast, and powerful as he channeled One For All evenly across his body. Denki, sensing the power shift, grinned.

"Oh, it's on now!" Denki shouted, his excitement clear. He surged forward, his yellow lightning meeting Izuku's green aura as they clashed in a fierce fistfight. Sparks flew in every direction as the two classmates traded blows.

Izuku could feel the electricity from Denki's punches, each hit sending jolts through his body, but he pushed forward, countering with his enhanced strength. The two moved at blinding speeds, the stadium awash in brilliant flashes of green and yellow.

In the stands, Aizawa leaned forward, his normally indifferent expression replaced by a slight hint of interest.

"Kaminari's quirk has come a long way," he noted. "But Midoriya is constantly evolving in real-time. This could be closer than we thought."

Present Mic couldn't contain his excitement. "LOOK AT THESE KIDS GO! IT'S LIKE A FIGHT BETWEEN LIGHTNING GODS!"

Down on the field, the intensity of the battle increased with every second. Izuku knew he had to end it soon. Denki was strong—far stronger than the old Denki—but Izuku was pushing past his limits.

"One more hit… if I can just land one solid hit!" Izuku thought, his focus narrowing.

But Denki wasn't going to make it easy. "Come on, Midoriya!" he yelled, electricity sparking wildly around him. "I've still got more in the tank!"

Izuku clenched his fists. "Then I'll give you everything I've got too!"

With a burst of speed, Izuku launched himself at Denki, aiming for a clean strike. At the same time, Denki charged up for one final electric blast, determined to meet Izuku head-on.

The two collided in the center of the arena, lightning and raw energy exploding outwards in a dazzling display of power.

The audience held its breath as the dust settled.

When the smoke cleared, both combatants were standing, but Denki wobbled, his body sparking uncontrollably.4

"Too much... output," Denki muttered, his eyes rolling back as he fell to the ground, unconscious.

Izuku, panting heavily, stood tall, the green lightning flickering around him before fading.

Midnight raised her hand. "The winner of this match—Izuku Midoriya!"

The crowd erupted into cheers, and Izuku looked down at Denki, smiling with pride.

"You've gotten strong, Kaminari."

As Izuku left the arena, he couldn't help but feel a deep respect for his classmate. Denki had grown more than he'd ever expected. And he knew, deep down, that his classmates were all aiming for the same goal—to be the best heroes they could be.

Hearing Izuku congratulate him only made the loss sting harder for Denki, but he managed to smile and return his thanks, his pride bruised but still intact. The fact that Izuku recognized his improvement gave him some comfort.

As Izuku walked away, Denki forced himself to his feet, despite the buzzing pain running through his body. He had overused his quirk again, leaving him with the familiar, numbing aftermath of overcharging his system. He was used to the feeling by now, but it didn't make it any easier.

As Denki limped back toward the Class 1-A area, he spotted Kurokami Tenshin, floating mid-air and spinning like an over-enthusiastic child, laughing to himself as usual.

Kuro noticed Denki approaching and, with his usual unfiltered enthusiasm, blurted out, "Magnificent! Seriously, that was exactly what I wanted to see before! You were amazing out there! Shame you lost though..."

Denki blinked, caught off guard by the rare praise from Kuro. After taking a deep breath, he sincerely thanked Kuro for his help during training.

Kuro, as usual, didn't seem to grasp the emotional weight of the moment. He waved his hand, looking mildly confused. "Why are you thanking me? I just said you did well. You guys are so weird."

Iida, who had been standing nearby and watching the exchange, sighed heavily and stepped in. In his usual over-dramatic fashion, he pushed Kuro closer to Denki, using exaggerated hand motions to silently suggest that Kuro needed to give a proper thank-you.

Kuro, of course, stared at Iida's frantic gesturing, completely clueless. "What in the world are you doing? Is this some weird hero thing?" Kuro asked, tilting his head.

Iida groaned, visibly distressed at Kuro's lack of understanding, just as Kyoka Jirou—who had been quietly watching Denki's match—stepped in with her typical dry sarcasm. "Y'know, for a Pikachu without a trainer, you did pretty great, idiot."

Denki, still tired but now filled with a sense of pride, puffed his chest out at the half-compliment. "Naturally! As the great... Pikachu..." he said, trailing off awkwardly, realizing just how much that nickname was going to stick with him for the rest of high school.

Jirou burst into laughter, finding his lame delivery painfully hilarious. "You're never living that down."

Denki couldn't help but chuckle himself, though it was tinged with resignation. He knew "Pikachu" was a nickname that would haunt him. But seeing Jirou laugh lightened the mood, even if it was at his expense.

"And I thought Bakugo was rough with nicknames," Denki muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck. He then asked Jirou, "Where's Izuku?"

Jirou pointed to the far end of the waiting area, where Izuku was slumped on the stairs, his body looking battered and beaten, while Bakugo was standing over him, yelling something incomprehensible but undoubtedly full of insults.

"He's over there, getting chewed out by Bakugo. You were really close to winning, w. Izuku's almost passed out, and Bakugo's probably just reminding him of how 'pathetic' he looked."

Denki shook his head, watching Izuku barely holding himself together while Bakugo berated him.

"Typical Bakugo," Denki sighed, though there was a small, knowing smile on his face. "But man, Izuku... he's a monster."

Jirou, who overheard Denki call Izuku a "monster," chuckled softly to herself.'You don't know just how strong you've gotten huh?'

Just as she was mulling over that, Denki suddenly clutched his chest in an exaggerated display of pain, causing Jirou to grab his arm in concern.

"Denki, what's wrong?!" Jirou asked, worry lacing her voice.

Denki, with mock drama in his tone, replied, "I need... I need..." He paused dramatically, making Jirou lean closer in confusion.

"What do you need?" she asked, now concerned and confused, while Kuro floated nearby, watching with interest but also wondering why Denki was pretending to be hurt.

Then, with a grin, Denki delivered the punchline: "I need a kiss."

Jirou's face went blank for a moment before realizing what was happening. With an eye roll, she dropped his arm and walked away without a word, leaving Denki to laugh at his own failed attempt.

Kuro, who had been watching the whole exchange, tilted his head and asked, "What was the point of that?"

Denki shrugged, grinning. "It's an adult matter, not for kids like you."

Iida, overhearing the conversation, sighed dramatically. "Denki is a womanizer, a bad influence, and misguided. Don't take his behavior as an example, Kuro."

Kuro nodded thoughtfully, floating slightly higher. "Understood." He waved his hand in farewell before flying off to another part of the arena, calling out a cheerful, "Bye!" as he disappeared down the hallway.

Denki, still feeling the lingering effects of his fight, looked up at Iida with a pleading expression. "Hey, think you could take me to Recovery Girl? I think I fried something inside... and not in a good way."

Iida sighed but nodded. "As Vice President, it's my duty. Come on." He helped Denki to his feet and led him away.

Meanwhile, Izuku was already lying in a bed at the infirmary, his mind racing over the match he had just fought.

He thought about Kacchan, remembering how Bakugo wasn't quite as loud as usual when yelling at him afterward. It was a small sign of respect, Izuku thought, maybe even acknowledgment that he'd done a good job.

Ochaco Uraraka, who had brought him to Recovery Girl, sat nearby and asked, "How are you feeling, Deku?"

Izuku smiled weakly. "I'll be fine. Just a little sore." He then added with renewed energy, "I hope you win your match, Uraraka!"

Ochaco pumped her fist. "You bet I will! I'll give it everything I've got!" She flashed him a bright, determined smile before leaving him to rest.

Floating through the winding halls of the arena, Kuro eventually found his next destination: the temporary lab space set up for Mei Hatsume, generously provided by Power Loader.

Kuro entered the room, greeted by the familiar sight of tools scattered across every surface and the faint hum of machinery. On one of the tables, he noticed a pair of sleek, black boots—feminine in design, made for speed and agility. They were Kuro's creation, a support item he had crafted for Mei.

Ever since the battle at the USJ, Kuro hadn't needed to make many new support items for himself, so he'd turned his attention to assisting Mei with her creations. He felt a strange sense of pride in how the boots had turned out.

"Mei, are you all set for your match?" Kuro asked, floating lazily above her, watching as she tinkered with one of her inventions.

Mei, without looking up, replied with her usual exuberance. "Ready for a perfect test run with my beautiful babies!"

Kuro smiled. "You're up against that grass-type plant girl, by the way—"

But before he could finish, Mei swiftly pressed a finger to his lips, shushing him with playful authority. "Don't tell me! Surprises are way more fun!"

Kuro blinked, who was this close to passing out by the sudden closeness, but he nodded obediently. "Right. I'll be sure not to warn you, then."5

Mei grinned mischievously, then slipped on the black boots, testing their functionality. The boots, designed with propulsion systems, allowed her to float just like Kuro but by using air pressure. She zipped around the lab, testing their speed and control.

As she buzzed past him, Mei asked, "How was your fight with Shinso?"

Kuro's smile widened as he replied, "Shinso was... magnificent, but no mortal could ever beat me." His typical god complex was starting to show again, causing Mei to pause and give him a confused look.

"Mortal? What does that mean?"

Kuro laughed lightly and waved it off. "Just a figure of speech. Think nothing of it."

Satisfied, Mei went back to making final adjustments to her gadgets, her enthusiasm never waning. "I'm expecting to win in more ways than one," she said, half to herself, half to Kuro as she tightened the final screw.

Kuro floated towards the door. "I'll be expecting your victory then," he said with confidence, giving her a final nod before leaving the room.

As he left, Mei watched him go, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Oh, I'll win... and I'll make sure everyone sees what my babies can do."

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[Auther: Yo. So, I've gotta get the side fights out the side, namely everyone else. But know this, Denki is the most wasted character of Class 1-A, while Kirishima got something, Denki got nothing. Such an OP quirk as well.

P.S. I'm gonna do a chapter for JJK now, just because I've once again, regained my motivation! 

Matches:

Kurokami Tenshin vs. Hitoshi Shinso X

Shoto Todoroki vs. Hanta Sero X

Izuku Midoriya vs. Denki Kaminari X

Ibara Shiozaki vs. Mei Hatsume

Tenya Iida vs. Mezo Shoji

Fumikage Tokoyami vs. Bakugo Katsuki

Eijiro Kirishima vs. Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu

Momo Yaoyorozu vs. Ochaco Uraraka 

]