A/N: I am feeling VERY motivated today for NO reason at all, I was NOT forced into this due to external pressuring.
"I have to move into a dorm, with all of my classmates?"
…
"Not all of their parents have given permission yet, but yes." Nezu's tail swished back and forth.
"Hey Nemuri ~ could you perchance sway-"
"You're doing it."
…
"You've changed." I slumped in my seat.
"You've changed more."
"Ahhh I can't even refute that."
"Alright then, now that's over with let me teach you with how to deal with girls."
"Eh?! But you said that anyone who went after me would most likely be a pervert given my small fra-"
"You changed." She looked down at me. "Unfortunately it is a given that woman will go after you."
'Haaaah, suffering from success… suffering from success…'
—Mid August—
It was the day that we move into the dorms. I had already moved my stuff because I was bored.
I didn't have a lot after all, just a king sized bed, refrigerator, microwave, air fryer, 44 inch TV, wardrobe, PC set up and shoe rack.
The shoe rack was small, I don't even know why it was there, who wears shoes in the house.
I was currently wearing shoes in the house.
'When did that shoe rack even get there?'
I was deep in thought as Aizawa yapped. It seems that the entire class got permission.
After Aizawa finished his speech and turned his back a large electric spike went off.
Kaminari was now brain dead, I think. I continued onwards to follow Aizawa, Sato followed close behind.
He gave us a tour and our assigned rooms, I was in part 5-F, right next to Sato.
'I love privilege.'
I ended up helping him set up so we finished early.
"Wanna play All Might: Hero Time?"
Sato joined me, we did this for two hours until someone barged into my room.
——
It was Ashido.
"You want round three or something?" I said without looking.
Sato looked however, and paused the game.
"Hmm?" I looked over.
"You all want… round three?" I was too busy thinking about the game, logic refused to show up.
…
Ashido's face contorted. "We're rating dorm rooms."
People started piling in.
"I see."
…
They looked around for a bit, even though there was a lot, it was very much plain. The most amount of colour I had was a bright yellow bed cover. Everything else was typical colours like black, brown and grey.
Ojiro was the last person left.
"Can I join you guys once I'm done?"
"Yeah sure, lemme make a third controller."
Sato ended up joining them since his dorm was right next to mine.
"I'll save you a slice Takaba!" He said while leaving.
——
"How come you were gone for so long." I inquired.
I was currently button mashing.
"Well I actually won." Sato sat next to me on the bed and Ojiro chimed in.
"Yeah, he had an entire cake to sway the judges too."
"Dang Rikido?! Bribing the judges?!" I exclaimed, pausing my game.
Ojiro walked over from looming in the doorway.
"Kaminari said the same thing."
Sato gave me a slice. "Okay, you get the red controller." I said.
He pumped his arms into the air. "Wahoo!"
Meanwhile I patted the empty space next to me as a gesture for Ojiro to sit down.
"So what's with the red controller?"
"Dude." Me and Sato chorused.
I locked eyes with Sato and an instant understanding connected us.
He continued. "No one has lost ONCE in the last two hours with the blessed red controller."
"Woah, that's deep."
"The streak must never end!" I jumped up and shoved my fist into the air.
It ended. Took 30 minutes so we decided to call it there, it was late anyway.
Just before Ojiro left I called out to him.
"Come by anytime okay!"
He smiled. "Sure!" Then he turned away and left.
'Holy shit he's good at video games… took down the mighty red controller.'
—The next day—
Aizawa stood in front of the class.
"As I mentioned yesterday… our primary goal now is to get your provisional licenses.
Naturally, the test is incredibly difficult. Even for provisional licenses, on average we only see a 50 percent success rate. That's why, starting today, each of you needs to come up with at least two…"
He opened the door and Midnight, Ectoplasm and Cementoss walked in.
"ULTIMATE MOVES!!"
—Gym Gamma—
This was Cementoss' idea, it was a facility made so he could create any terrain needed to fit each student's needs.
Aizawa, Midnight and Cementoss gave a speech about ultimate moves but I was lost deep in thought.
I was brought back to the room by Midnight, who tapped me on the shoulder.
"Earth to Taka?"
"Hmm?"
I looked around and everyone had moved to their own separate locations.
"So what's up with you?"
I scratched my head.
"Well technically I already have one ultimate move, but it only works properly against dudes…"
"You talking about the ball buster?"
"Yeah.." I looked at my hands.
Midnight then struck a defensive pose.
"So then, if you wanted to get past a guarded opponent, how would you do it with one move. Preferably using that physical throwing portal technique."
"Well I would probably want to aim for the head…"
I was brainstorming ideas.
"Maybe something like… this?"
Cementoss had shaped some human-like dummies and so I turned to them.
I threw a portal like a spinning blade at the dummy's lower torso and it embedded itself into it.
The throwing motion consisted of me doing a full 360 degree turn, starting with the throwing motion.
While turning and while the portal traveled I created another portal and threw it high into the air before slipping into it.
I appeared about 10 metres above the dummy and readied my fist, pushing my other hand downwards into an aiming position.
As we collided I slipped through the head and out of the previously thrown portal and sucker punched it.
My hand was covered in a sleek black gauntlet so it didn't hurt and actually shaved off a bit of the dummy's face.
I looked back at Midnight.
"Does that work?"
"Yeah, what's it called."
"Falling fist."
She gave me a thumbs up and winked. "What about your second move?"
I cautiously looked around before turning back.
Positioning myself into a Kamehameha pose, I reached my top hand into my lower hand's palm and pulled out a pistol.
Her eyes widened as she hissed.
"Put that away!"
…
'It's a pretty ultimate move though…'
A/N: nothing screams 'Plus Ultra' like whipping out a gun.