My Hero Academia: Complete Victory

Sorry for the wait. I just saw the new MHA chapter and after it 'sorta' fixed Deku's lack of maidens....I still hate him though.

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As Izuku Midoriya and Ochaco Uraraka wandered through the expansive halls of UA High, their search for Momo Yaoyorozu felt increasingly like a wild goose chase. The two were trying to piece together any possible lead when Ochaco suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"What do you mean you can 'sense' it?" Izuku asked, tilting his head in confusion as Ochaco scanned their surroundings.

"Trust me, Deku! It's women's intuition," she declared confidently, pointing down a corridor. "She's around here, I can feel it!"

Izuku blinked, then followed her gesture, his skepticism evident. "We're at the entrance to Class 1-B," he said flatly.

And standing in front of the doorway, blocking their path like gatekeepers, was none other than Class 1-B's resident eccentric, Neito Monoma, flanked by a few of his equally peculiar classmates.

"Hah!" Monoma's voice rang out before Izuku or Ochaco could say anything. His sharp grin and dramatic flair took center stage as he stepped forward, his arms crossed confidently. "What do we have here? Another pair of Class 1-A's so-called stars graced us with their presence. Come to brag about your miraculous victory at the Sports Festival, have you?"

Izuku sighed, his tone already resigned. "No... we really aren't."

"And it wasn't miraculous," Ochaco added, her voice calm but with a subtle edge of pride. "The entire bracket was 90% our class."

Monoma froze, his grin faltering as he muttered under his breath, "Tch, darn it, they got me there."

But quickly recovering, he dramatically swept his arm to the side—toward nothing in particular—and declared, "That may be true, but even so, our class has pulled ahead of yours despite that setback!"

Izuku and Ochaco exchanged glances. "Setback?" Izuku asked.

"Pulled ahead? How?" Ochaco added a hint of amusement in her voice.

Monoma straightened his posture, his confidence unwavering. "One moment," he said, holding up a finger. Without another word, he pivoted on his heel and marched back into the classroom.

Izuku and Ochaco stood awkwardly outside Class 1-B's doorway.

"His sense of flair and theatrics is... heavy," Izuku noted, scratching the back of his head.

"Yeah," Ochaco replied with a small laugh. "But it's kinda nice in its own way. It'd be boring otherwise."

Izuku smiled faintly but then remembered their mission. "That's true... but we're getting sidetracked. We were supposed to find Yaoyorozu."

Before they could regroup, Monoma reappeared, a triumphant grin plastered across his face.

"Thank you for your patience!" he announced, bowing as though they were his adoring audience. "Now then, as I was saying—our class has pulled ahead! Kodai, if you would!"

Behind him emerged Yui Kodai, her expression as stoic as ever. The girl with sleek black hair carried a small board displaying a crude graph with two bars—one purple, one red.

Kodai let out a quiet sigh, glancing at Monoma as if questioning her life choices. "I didn't want to be here," she said bluntly.

"Nonsense!" Monoma exclaimed, undeterred. "That's just the Class 1-A nervousness talking! A true protagonist faces adversity with bravery!"

Kodai rolled her eyes but dutifully held up the graph. "As you can see, the purple bar represents Class 1-A, while the red bar represents Class 1-B." She pointed to the graph with a mechanical tone. "Previously, the red bar was below the purple bar, but now, it's ahead by approximately 30%. These scores reflect our practical and theoretical performance metrics. While Class 1-A is ahead in practical scores, Class 1-B surpasses them in theoretical scores."

Kodai lowered the board with a relieved sigh. "There. Done."

"And so!" Monoma boomed, taking center stage once more. "As you can see, CLASS 1-B IS SUPERIOR! AHAHAHAHA!" His dramatic, deranged laughter echoed through the hallway.

Izuku and Ochaco stared, their faces blank as Monoma reveled in his self-proclaimed victory.

"...I feel bad telling him we don't care," Izuku whispered, his voice tinged with genuine pity.

"Yeah, me too," Ochaco admitted. "He's really enjoying this."

As Monoma continued his laughter, Kodai took the opportunity to silently retreat into the classroom, her expression unreadable as she disappeared from sight.

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"AND GUESS WHAT'S WORSE, YOUR—"

WHACK!

The sound of a clean strike echoed through the hallway as Monoma crumpled slightly, clutching his head.

"OW…" he groaned, rubbing his forehead with a pout. "Why would you do that, Kendo?!"

"Sorry about him," said a girl with striking orange hair as she stepped out of the classroom, her hand still raised from the swift chop. She wore the familiar armband of a Class Representative, her calm demeanor a stark contrast to Monoma's dramatic antics. "He gets... weird whenever Class 1-A is involved."

Izuku chuckled nervously, extending his hand. "No problem, we're used to it."

The girl shook his hand firmly, offering a polite smile.

"So, who are you?" Ochaco asked curiously, tilting her head slightly.

"You don't remember me?" she asked with a hint of mock offense. "Itsuka Kendo. I'm kind of the representative for this class… and Monoma's unofficial babysitter."

She gestured back toward the sulking blonde, who scowled and crossed his arms.

"I was just expressing victory over Class 1-A scum..." Monoma grumbled as he retreated into the classroom.

"Sure you were," Kendo replied dryly, rolling her eyes. She turned her attention back to Izuku and Ochaco. "So, what are you two doing here? Is it a social visit or something important?"

"It's kind of a long story," Ochaco started. "We're looking for Momo Yaoyorozu."

"We've been dragging this on for a while now…" Izuku admitted sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

Kendo raised an eyebrow, her expression thoughtful. "Oh, that's easy," she said after a moment, disappearing back into the classroom.

When she returned, she wasn't alone. Momo Yaoyorozu followed behind her, her composed and elegant demeanor unmistakable.

"Yaomomo, these guys say they're from your class," Kendo explained, stepping aside.

"Oh, it's fine, I know them," Yaoyorozu said with a polite nod. "But why are you two looking for me?"

Ochaco hesitated, glancing at Izuku. "...We were bored, honestly. Thirty minutes of nothing to do before class starts wasn't exactly fun."

Izuku coughed, feeling the need to clarify. "I wasn't bored. I just didn't think letting Uraraka wander the school alone was a great idea, and staying with Mr. Aizawa felt... awkward."

Yaoyorozu blinked, processing their answers. "Oh... I was expecting something more heartfelt, but... sure," she said, her tone faintly disappointed.

"Well," Kendo interjected, her hands on her hips, "since you found her, I'll leave Yaoyorozu to you." With a polite wave, she turned back to Class 1-B.

As she walked away, Monoma peeked out from the classroom, his dramatic voice echoing down the hallway. "JUST REMEMBER, CLASS 1-B IS ALWAYS WATCHING!"

"Monoma!" Kendo's sharp voice cut him off, and his head disappeared back into the room.

Silence returned to the hallway as the trio of Class 1-A students stood awkwardly.

"...So, back to class?" Izuku suggested, breaking the quiet.

"Yeah, sure," Ochaco replied casually.

"There doesn't seem to be anything of importance left here," Yaoyorozu agreed, her tone as calm and measured as ever.

The three began walking back, leaving the chaos of Class 1-B behind. As they turned the corner, Izuku couldn't help but glance over his shoulder. For some reason, he felt like this wouldn't be their last bizarre encounter with Monoma and his crew.

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[Auther: I might be pulling up to Shibuya. The chapters won't stop since I've got amazing connections and can write on a plane but I'll probably be JJK biased for a bit.

P.S. I've been thinking more of Lovecraft lore....is that bad?