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Hatsume Mei walking through the Cafeteria was a rather rare event.
This was not because the food was bad or anything, quite the opposite actually. Lunch Rush was a true master that always went above and beyond when it came to his chosen craft, something the young inventor deeply respected.
Eating food was just so damn inefficient when it came to providing her with the nutrients she needed!
Walking to the Cafeteria, waiting in line, eating and then having to rely on her poorly designed digestive tract to do its job, all took away precious time from the thing that truly mattered. The thing she had dedicated her life to.
Making lots and lots and lots of super cute, mega awesome BABIES!
So, Mei usually relied on the contents of her lunchbox for sustenance, which most of the time meant granola bars for lunch, unless her big sister got her something different.
The fact that she was here now despite viewing it as a big waste of time had a different reason.
A green haired, emerald eyed, freckled reason that she had trouble finding in this goddamn sea of students!
Very inconvenient considering she had an important mission.
Izuku was feeling really bad for some reason and the fact that Mei had been able to pick up on that was VERY worrying.
Dealing with feelings, and people in general to be honest, were additional things the pink haired teen preferred to avoid for similar reasons why she preferred eating her bland granola bars instead of Lunch Rush’s magnificent freshly prepared meals.
Which unfortunately left her woefully unprepared for what she intended to do.
“Think Mei think! The future Co-Founder of Hatsume Industries is feeling down! It was bound to happen eventually so the sooner you learn how to deal with it the better!” the young inventor mumbled to herself while continuing her search.
Her life would be so much easier now if she would know why her rival, friend and future employee was in this depression-like state in the first place.
It didn’t make any goddamn sense! He should be super happy right now! His hard work had paid off big time! How many people outside the hero course could claim to not only have won not one but BOTH of the first two events but also facing that recommended guy with the half-burned face and giving him a run for his money!?
Sure, Izuku lost that fight in the end but it was still a great success in her book.
This fight pretty much dominated the highlight reels of the whole event, meaning everyone got to see Izuku’s amazing gear in action.
And what AMAZING gear it had been!
Hatsume Mei does not give praise easily and his gear was definitely some of the best she had seen since coming to U.A.! She was pretty sure all the support companies worth their salt had Izuku on their radar now.
THEN WHY IS HE SULKING IN THIS CORNER OVER THERE INSTEAD OF BEING HAPPY?!
Quickly forgetting her quick flash of frustration, Mei immediately used her Quirk to confirm what she had seen from a safe distance.
Messy green hair? Check.
Diamond pattern of freckles on the cheeks? Check.
Dull eyed thousand-yard stare that looked like his will to live had evaporated like Power Loader Sensei’s Goldfish he kept in his office, when Mei’s microwave gun malfunctioned? Unfortunately, double check.
Identity confirmed.
Now what?
Mei again had no idea what to do.
She was really new to this whole cheering up friends business, hell having anything resembling friends or friendly rivals in the first place was uncharted territory for her.
“Stupid Izuku with his stupid irrational emotions! Why do I have to try and fix his stupid brain for him? I should just leave him alone. He’s going to get over whatever is bothering him eventually,” Mei thought.
Unfortunately, Mei remembered that this wasn’t an option.
Baby making time was at stake here because for SOME reason Powerloader Sensei gave ONLY Izuku a key for the workshop.
While Mei was really happy for Izuku, that he was honored with almost unlimited access to the Support Departments resources for after-school projects, the simple fact that she as the BEST student of class 1-H was excluded, annoyed her a teeny tiny bit. Also Power Loader Sensei explicitly said she wasn’t allowed to stay in the workshop unsupervised anymore.
This effectively made Izuku the gatekeeper of the workshop and in turn the person that decided whether baby making would be on the agenda on a given day or not.
Which was absolutely unfair! It was almost like Power Loader Sensei was trying to punish her for causing almost three times the workshop accidents in barely half a semester than there were last year.
If she just had a key of her own then she wouldn’t have to worry about this nonsense and leave Izuku to his nonsensical misery!
A sudden unpleasant feeling, like somebody suddenly dropping a lead weight in her stomach ripped her from this train of thought.
“What was that? Did I eat something bad? No, the feeling is gone now. Weird. This is getting nowhere! I am just gonna walk up there, sit down and delicately approach the topic to find out what’s wrong!” the self-proclaimed genius hyped herself up.
“OHH HEY IZUKU, WHAT A SURPRISE TO SEE YOU HERE! DO YOU MIND ME SITTING HERE FOR LUNCH?” Mei called out in a reasonable conversational volume. All the people around angrily staring at her all of a sudden were just easily startled and should probably invest in some earplugs if her perfectly normal speaking voice could startle them so much.
Izuku himself seemed to barely acknowledge her, only the faintest nod towards Mei signifying his consent in her sitting with him, which in turn made the gadget obsessed teen do so in the chair opposite of him.
The next few minutes had Mei practically inhaling the mountain of food piled up on her plate since she had to make the ‘coincident’ believable by doing what people are supposed to do in the Cafeteria. That and for some reason she felt really hungry. It was almost like it had been longer than a week since she last had a warm meal in school. Or was it two weeks? Mei really didn’t keep track of trivial things like that.
How could she have forgotten to eat lunch for two weeks straight? That hasn’t happened since she and Izuku became friends. He usually made sure to drag her away from whatever she was doing at the moment to ensure she would never miss more than one or two meals a week at most!
The unpleasant heavy feeling in her stomach returned with a vengeance when the implications started to sink in.
Izuku was a good friend. A really good friend. A friend that would ALWAYS, even if it was sometimes unappreciated, look out for others. The fact that he had forgotten to interrupt her work for lunch breaks was a very bad sign.
Faintly hoping to find evidence to the contrary, Mei took the time to look up at her classmate’s side of the table for the first time since sitting down.
His usually brilliant emerald eyes were dull and unmoving, seemingly fixated on the barely touched bowl of Katsudon he was lazily poking around in. The same kind of Katsudon, which just so happened to be his absolute favorite food in the world.
She really sucked at this whole looking out for your friend thing, didn’t she?
This short moment of introspection quickly made way for an intense feeling of panic and also nausea. Partly because of the heavy feeling of guilt in her stomach and partly because she just consumed double the recommended caloric intake of a person her size and age within a few short minutes.
The Panic, however, took precedence.
What was she supposed to do now? She was barely qualified to cheer up Izuku from a minor funk, so how in hell was she supposed to help him with what looked like a full-blown depressive episode?
It was already too late to abort her plan so she had now choice but to say something, ANYTHING in a faint hope it would convince him to stay after school. Once back in the workshop she would have ample opportunities to cheer him up. Building and tinkering never failed to cheer her up so it should help him too, right? Izuku loved to build stuff too, right?
“Sooooo you got any plans after school today Izuku? I had a few ideas for new babies to work on and I could use your help to…”
“I’m sorry Mei, I can’t stay in the workshop with you today,” the green haired boy interrupted her.
Mei immediately asked for the reason while scrambling internally to find an argument to convince him otherwise.
“I’m really sorry Mei, I know how much you like to work on your projects after school but I am simply not in the mood today. Maybe tomorrow we can…”
“That’s the same thing you said yesterday and the day before!” Hatsume interrupted with rising anger and desperation.
“Most of last week was the same story! And when you finally agree to open the workshop for me you barely do anything! We used to work so well together, exchanging ideas, checking each other’s inventions and generally having a good time building stuff! Something is clearly wrong, even I can tell it now. So please Izuku tell me what is going on, I can’t keep going like this!” Mei continued her outburst.
Izuku though was already starting to stand up seemingly unwilling to answer.
“Excuse me, are you Midoriya Izuku from Class 1-H?” a new voice suddenly inquired before Izuku had a chance to walk off.
Both support course students turned their heads towards the newcomer and Mei for her part was already grateful for the distraction.
The first thing the pink haired girl noticed about the girl that had approached them, was her rather impressive height. Followed by an even more impressive bust. Clearly that girl had to be an upperclassman since nobody younger could have such a stunning figure without growth hormones or Quirks involved.
Once Mei’s quick gaze reached the girl's face though, Mei started to think she had seen this girl before. The silky raven hair formed into a rather elaborate ponytail was also looking extremely familiar.
“Oh, I remember you know! You are the cheerleader from the Sports Festival!” the chaotic inventor exclaimed excitedly before Izuku was able to answer.
This realization also proved, that apparently girls her age could in fact grow to be that tall and curvy, which made Mei wonder what in hell the parents of this girl were feeding her. Although the involvement of growth hormones or Quirk nonsense was still a possibility.
“What!? I am not a cheerleader, I am from the hero course!” the girl answered clearly exasperated by the question.
“Then why were you in a cheerleader uniform?”
“Well… You see… We were...” the cheerleader tried to answer before letting out a heavy sigh followed by sagging her shoulders.
“Is that really all? Was my performance in the Festival so unremarkable and pathetic, that people only remember me for jumping around with pompoms and a miniskirt for a moment? Is that stupid prank the only reason I got any internship offers at all?” the girl said more to herself than to the support students she had approached.
“T-t-that’s not true! I-I-I remember you from the Cavalry Battle! Those items you s-s-summoned really made my life difficult. There was n-n-nothing I could do against that and if the time l-l-limit hadn’t run out when it did, then your team w-w-would have been able to take my headband!” Izuku stuttered out in hopes of lifting the hero course student’s spirit again.
Despite his stutter and uncontrollable nervous gestures, Mei noted that Izuku’s kind words were having the intended effect. How the hell was he so good at this?
“Thank you but I guess I brought this upon myself by failing to introduce myself. I am Yaoyorozu Momo, class representative of 1-A, pleased to make your acquaintance,” the girl introduced herself while bowing politely.
“P-p-pleased to meet you too. I-I-I am Midoriya Izuku and the g-g-girl with me is my classmate H-H-Hatsume Mei,” Izuku responded before Mei had the opportunity.
“I deeply apologize for interrupting your lunch break Midoriya-san but I have a request to make. You see, my lackluster performance during the Sports Festival revealed a few rather glaring weaknesses in my approach towards heroism. I am looking for help in expanding my arsenal and widening my horizons, so to speak, in hope of finding solutions to my problems. Power Loader Sensei unfortunately was not able to provide his assistance to me because of his numerous duties around school, so he referred me to you. He said you usually spend your time after school in the support workshop, working on personal projects and I would like to know if I could join you today. Of course, I will not hold it against you if you decline, since I can understand how inconvenient a request on such a short notice could be. Still, I am in dire need of assistance and you would have my gratitude, if you let me borrow some of your precious time,” the hero course student explained with a hopeful expression.
Mei herself was starting to feel hopeful too. This girl worded her request so eloquently and gracefully that even the most dismissive of fools would have trouble denying it. For someone with as strong a natural disposition to help people as Izuku it should be virtually impossible to say no. She NEEDED to learn the secrets of this girl. This power would make acquiring the materials for future babies way easier!
“Y-y-yeah sure I-I-I don’t mind, I’d be happy to h-h-help,” the freckled boy answered unsurprisingly.
Yaoyorozu for her part was elated and thanked the boy by bowing deeply to properly show her gratitude.
Mei decided to follow the example by taking off from her seat, glomping the taller girl and exclaiming in a perfectly reasonable volume: “HURRAY! BABY MAKING IS BACK ON THE AGENDA! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I AM GOING TO NAME MY FIRSTBORN TODAY AFTER YOU!”
After her perfectly normal display of gratitude Mei happily made her way out of the Cafeteria, being followed by the eyes of most of the surrounding students, leaving behind a flustered Yaoyorozu and an embarrassed Izuku, who was desperately trying to explain what Mei had meant as if it wasn’t already perfectly obvious.
The pink haired support student could now be at ease, knowing that the tall girl had come to the rescue. Mei could tell that this girl would make a great hero in the future, if she was already saving people in need! The hero student’s powers of persuasion would come in handy in the future if Izuku continued to deny after school workshops sessions again.
This was only a temporary solution at best Hatsume thought while feelings of worry started to creep back in again.
Izuku was clearly not fine. Mei was helpless on what to do about it but that hero course girl seemed competent. She said she was a class rep right? They are usually socially competent or at least very persuasive. That girl could be a valuable ally in fixing whatever was wrong with her hopefully future business partner, but for now Mei could do nothing but wait and see.
Walking the halls of U.A. still felt unreal to Yaoyorozu Momo.
The greatest hero school of Japan, if not the whole world, which has helped to create All Might and countless other legendary heroes, was now her school too.
She still remembered the awe and excitement she felt when she first walked through these halls to her classroom. Now, though, she felt intimidated by the expectations that attending such a prestigious institution would bring. Recent events had led to her starting to seriously doubt whether she could live up to the high standards of heroism in general and U.A. in particular.
She knew of course that these feelings were ridiculous. She earned her place in U.A. through the recommendation process, which had an even lower rate of acceptance than the general entrance exam. Her test scores were perfect and her classmates had elected her to be their class representative, which still filled her with pride.
Her feelings unfortunately were not impressed by her reasoning and would direct her mind towards a few little details, which were not particularly conducive towards improving her morale. For instance, the fact that without her parent’s support getting through the recommendation process would have been impossible. From getting the recommendation in the first place to the significant resources provided to assist with her training, much of her success so far had only been possible because of them.
Likewise, her electoral victory could be attributed more to luck than anything Momo had done. After all she only won because just one person decided to vote for her instead of themselves.
The only things she truly could call her own were her defeats.
She knew the fight with Tokoyami-san had been an incredibly bad match-up for her. Pretty much every conceivable variable was stacked against her. His direct combat quirk versus her indirect support quirk, the lack of cover or preparation time and the very rules with the instant lose condition on a ring out. There had been no way for her to win this with the skills and knowledge she had at the time. She had been completely and utterly powerless to stop him.
That too did little to dissuade her feelings of doubt. Fighting and beating the odds to protect others lies very much at the core of being a hero, as Momo understands it. She had failed miserably at doing that and she was not sure if just three short years of training would be enough to change that.
This doubt was eating her up from the inside and she was just as powerless to stop it than she was at stopping Tokoyami-san’s dark shadow.
She could only hope that she would be able to find a way. A new idea or a new approach for the application of her quirk, might help her to cover for her weaknesses better. An outside perspective might be able to help her in this regard.
This hope is what had brought her to the workshop for the first years of the support course after school.
Was there a genuine chance for her to turn her situation around or was this the last desperate resort of a future dropout?
Only one way of finding out.
Entering the workshop Momo wondered for a moment where the person she was supposed to meet was before she heard his voice.
“MEI for the last time DON’T switch it on! That power cell is not supposed to be overclocked in that way!”
“Pfff that’s what you say every time I overclock any sort of power source. It’s gonna be fine! True progress requires taking the occasional risk!”
It appeared Midoriya-san was having a rather heated discussion with his classmate, Hatsume-san if she recalled correctly. She should announce her presence before…
“MEI NO!”
“MEI YES!”
That was about the last thing Momo remembered before a bright flash followed by a loud blast disoriented her. The projectile or debris hitting her next did the rest in knocking her off her feet.
Unpleasant as this experience was, the hero course student gratefully noted that she was neither dead nor in the process of dying. She was merely pinned from the chest downwards by an object and probably bruised in several areas, which was rather inconvenient considering the sparring session Aizawa Sensei had announced for tomorrow.
Opening her eyes and trying her best to ignore the smell of burnt plastic and metal, Yaoyorozu finally saw the mostly pink head of hair belonging to the person, not object, pinning her in place.
Hatsume shortly afterwards started to raise her head from between Momo’s breasts and seemingly realizing what had happened started to talk.
“Ohh hello! You’re the hero girl! When did you get here? Thanks for providing me with a soft landing there. The softest one I ever had actually! Guess you are on roll today, what with you saving the day for a second time!”
Momo herself did not process the entire fast string of sentences following afterwards because she was rather distracted by two things. One the relief over the fact that the pink haired girl was not seriously injured by the explosion and secondly by the relief her body felt, when said girl finally stood up and stopped applying pressure on the bruises, which were already forming thanks to this ordeal.
Thankfully she recovered quickly enough to get up by the time Midoriya-san had run up, to check on them.
“Well, I guess you were right this time Izuku”
“What do you mean this time?! Every time you try to overclock this type of power cell it blows up in your face! Why don’t you use a larger one if you really need more power? Or better test your prototype on lower outputs with smaller cells and work your way up when you know your idea works and is safe! Power Loader Sensei is preaching proper testing and safety procedures to you every day, so why do you keep pulling reckless stunts like this?!”
“Well firstly Sensei doesn’t let me use the bigger cells anymore since the accident last month. Secondly, I had to try and make up for lost time since someone had been canceling our regular sessions because he felt grumpy all of a sudden!”
That last response from Hatsume-san made Midoriya-san visibly wince and Momo was also starting to feel a little bit uncomfortable, since this felt like a private discussion she was not supposed to hear.
“Anyways, now that I am here you probably want to know what exactly I needed your assistance for,” Yaoyorozu tried to change the topic.
“I-I-I guess you wanted some new support gear or costume changes, r-r-right? I am n-n-not really sure what exactly you were expecting b-b-but we are just first years. Gear requests and costume changes are u-u-usually handled by Power Loader Sensei personally and h-h-he only hands these assignments to third years he trusts when he is unavailable, s-s-so…”
“Or he hands it to us, didn’t you hear her back in the Cafeteria? Sensei sent her straight to us! That means he trusts us to handle her equipment! Oh my god does that mean I can finally start taking on clients? This day is getting better and better! Now what do you need hero girl? I bet I already got a baby or two ready to get you covered,” Hatsume-san exclaimed as she interrupted Midoriya’s statement.
“Expanding my arsenal is part of it but by no means all of what I came here for today. Midoriya-san, Powerloader Sensei told me that you are quite gifted when it comes to analysis of Quirks and their application in combat. That and your rather impressive display in the Sports Festival made me hope you could give me some insight on how to improve my fighting style and the way I utilize my Quirk,” Momo explained.
Midoriya-san looked taken back by her explanation. The fact that he had received so much praise and trust from his teacher seemed to surprise the green haired support student. His attempts to stutter out a response to deny his usefulness in this endeavor, were promptly interrupted by a reassuring slap on his back by Hatsume-san, who promptly reaffirmed that there was no better person for the job.
Momo was a bit surprised herself. This meek and unassuming boy seemed like a completely different person than the one she encountered during the festival. He had seemed quite nervous back then too in between the contests. During the events though? The ferocity he had displayed there could easily make Bakugou-san seem well adjusted in comparison.
The fight with Todoroki-san, however, was what really stood out. Like most of the audience Momo had not been able to hear exactly what the boys were yelling at each other. It was abundantly clear though, that it had been something quite personal. Midoriya-san had fought like a berserker without even the tiniest regard for his own well-being. As hard as it may have been to watch, there was no denying that Midoriya-san had pushed Todoroki-san to his limits.
Midoriya-san may have lost in the end, but having pushed Todoroki-san to the brink of defeat, WITHOUT a powerful offensive Quirk of his own, was undeniable proof of his prowess in battle, which was why she had sought him out today.
At the very least her fear of having to deal with another Bakugou was definitely not coming to pass.
Momo let out a big breath of relief at that.
She should probably get everything back on track because it seemed Midoriya-san and Hatsume-san had descended into another discussion between each other, while she had been busy contemplating Midoriya-san’s nature.
“I know my request falls more into the métier of a professional Quirk analyst rather than a support technician, but I still humbly ask for your assistance. An outside perspective might just be what I need,” Momo reaffirmed her reason for joining the support students.
Thankfully Midoriya-san seemed to have finally accepted the unusual circumstances of her request and asked her for a quick summary of her Quirk and its capabilities.
Momo in turn, gave a conclusive explanation of her creation Quirk, while Midoriya-san diligently took notes in a notebook he had suddenly procured from somewhere in the blink of an eye.
“I thought your Quirk was a warping Quirk limited to inanimate objects but this is so much better! The possibilities are almost limitless! Even with all the Quirks out there I would have never thought that something miraculous like this could be possible! Tothinkthatsimplehumanbodyfatcouldbeconvertedintoanykindofmatterissofarbeyondanythingmodernsciencecouldeverdreamtoaccomplishifthemechanismbehinditcouldeverbeunderstoodhumanitycouldeasilyreachapostscarcity…” the boy started to mumble on in a sudden fit of excitement.
Momo was a bit startled by the green haired support student’s unexpected departure from reality so she turned her attention to the other girl in the room.
The pink haired girl seemed still coherent at the very least although she was staring wide eyed at Momo with a rather worryingly maniacal grin on her face.
Thankfully Hatsume-san had the courtesy of reassuring Momo that Midoriya-san’s mumbling was a common occurrence for the boy, since he apparently tended to lose himself in his thoughts whenever he was confronted with topics he finds very fascinating, like Quirks for instance.
Unfortunately for the raven-haired girl Hatsume quickly followed up with a wild flurry of questions, which all seemed to revolve around if Momo was willing to use her Quirk to supply Hatsume with increasingly hazardous materials for her projects.
While Momo was truly grateful for the support student’s willingness to help her, she doubted that repaying this kindness by providing Tritium and Deuterium for an unsanctioned fusion reactor would be a good idea.
Thankfully pointing out to the pink haired inventor, that the creation of hazardous materials would inevitably expose Momo to these substances and in turn harm her, was enough to dissuade any further requests of this particular kind.
Midoriya-san meanwhile appeared to have returned to reality and immediately took over for Hatsume-san, asking a sheer endless amount of questions.
As hard as it was for Momo to deal with the sudden outburst of enthusiasm of both support students, she could at least appreciate the fact that Midoriya-san asked questions connected to the task at hand.
After answering his queries regarding her fighting style, Midoriya-san shared his thoughts on the matter.
“Honestly I don’t think there is much wrong with your overall concept. The only reason it didn’t work out in the Festival was because you didn’t have enough time to properly use your Quirk. Until you learn to speed up your creation ability, using some premade items is the only thing you can realistically do.”
While Momo had hoped for an insight, which was a little bit more groundbreaking, she had to agree that this was a reasonable conclusion. One that she herself had internally discussed before.
“Now you're speaking my language! Anything in particular you want hero girl? I’ve got this crossbow with custom made darts that can be filled with a wide variety of chemical compounds. Explosives, tear gas or my very own Hatsume-brand instant-hardening foam, this baby is a real workhorse! Only drawback is that carrying all these darts around is a pain, literally if the containment seals fail, but that won’t matter for you since you can simply make all the ammunition you need in the field!” Hatsume-san rambled on while showing off said, thankfully unloaded, weapon.
“While I appreciate your generous offer, I was more interested in the equipment Midoriya-san used during the Sports Festival. In particular the powered gauntlets and boots looked really promising considering the mobility and mid-range combat potential they would provide,” Momo answered, earning her a disappointed pout from the rejected inventor.
“I-I-I don’t think that’s a g-g-good idea. While the concept w-w-worked a lot b-b-better than I hoped, I had to cut a lot of c-c-corners to actually finish them on time. They a-a-are deeply flawed designs a-a-as a result. Y-Y-You saw what happened w-w-when Todoroki used his…”
“Indeed, I saw it like everyone else. Please know that Todoroki-san is deeply sorry about what happened at the end of the match. He is still blaming himself and his ‘lackluster’ control over his flames, as he says, for ending the match in such an unpleasant fashion for you,” Momo interjected when she noticed how uncomfortable the topic seemed to be for Midoriya-san.
She couldn’t blame him for that.
The burns from the molten metal and plastic were still visible on his hands.
“Prototypes have the tendency to have flaws. Regardless, the potential of your creations is undeniable. More stopping power and mobility would be a great boon to me. I would be honored if you allowed me to participate in the redesign process,” Momo continued.
The last part surprised both support course students. Midoriya-san immediately tried to dissuade her from this, saying that he didn’t want to waste her valuable time with such a tedious and time-consuming endeavor.
Hatsume-san for her part genuinely asked if Momo knew anything about ‘baby making’, as she phrased it. After another quick clarification from Midoriya-san over what Hatsume-san actually meant, Momo explained that the requirements of her Quirk necessitated an in depth understanding of several fields of engineering and the material sciences. This knowledge should allow her to contribute, even if she was inexperienced in the design process itself.
“Wow. Guess that means someone got themself a client. I never would have thought you would get one before me, Izuku. I hope that finally proves to you that you did amazing in the Sports Festival! Well, I won’t keep you from working any longer. If you need me, I’ll be at my desk over there spending some quality time with my babies,” Hatsume-san said after giving Midoriya-san an encouraging slap on the back.
Midoriya-san himself still seemed a little bit unsure about the whole situation but he did start moving to get the blueprints for his gear and everything else he might need.
The rest of their after-school time quickly flew by while the three students were busy with their respective projects.
On her way home, in the car her parents had sent for her, Momo couldn’t help but feel hopeful.
While Midoriya-san was not at all what she had imagined him to be, he still had proved to be an intelligent and highly dependable support technician. His insights had been reasonable and working on the next iteration of his powered gauntlets had been rather enjoyable.
Said gauntlets themselves were quite impressive pieces of technology, as were their boot counterparts. While Midoriya-san insistently emphasized that most of the technology he used was based of U.A. training equipment he ‘jury rigged’ together, as he worded it, how well he adapted everything for his purposes was a testament of his skill.
The repulsors used to give his gauntlets ranged capabilities and enabling his boots to make those impressive leaps were apparently based on the very same mines used in the obstacle race of the Sports Festival!
This explains how he had been able to use these mines to win the first contest despite not carrying any support gear at the time. His intimate familiarity with the mines and their capabilities allowed him to launch himself to victory!
Momo was relieved that it wasn’t suicidal overconfidence or sheer desperation that had motivated him to do this. While this move had still been reckless, she couldn’t blame him from capitalizing on this fortunate windfall.
She couldn’t wait to find out what improvements her newfound friends in the support course would suggest for her costume during their next session together!
That is if her bruises allowed her to survive tomorrow's sparring session.