A Dragon's Fate | Book 2

Chapter 5

Chapter 5- Battle Drills Begins

"Changing your costume (Y/N)?" You turned to Ojiro as you fiddled with your leather gloves. It was hero training, and Aizawa told the class to change into costumes for the next exercise.
"Mhm, the weather is getting colder, so I have to keep warm so I don't freeze up during battle," You explained with a grin as you stood next to him and Izuku.

"Plus it's nice to change it once and a while, I made it to resemble Chief Hiccup's outfit and my father's old Viking uniform," You pointed out some of the details as Ojiro watched in awe.
"Kacchan's outfit looks different too," Izuku commented as you saw Bakugou, Kaminari, and Kirishima walk towards you and the class.

"Eh?! Say it to my face, stupid nerd!!" He scowled, making you roll your eyes.
"I like the change Kacchan, prevents you from getting cold," You wag your tail, making Bakugou hiss at you.
"That's true! And the sweat that builds up, and it's your weapon, so it's beneficial!" Izuku noted down excitedly.

"Shut it Lizard bastard!! Damn Deku!! I didn't ask for compliments!" He shouted angrily, but blushed at your comment.
"Looks like your costumes changes the most, you two," Ojiro smiled at you and Izuku.
"New gadgets and devices too," You just shrugged and lifted your arm.
"I used my shedded skin to build around my suit, so I'll be fireproof in dragon, and human form!" You explained while pointing at your sleeve.

"I can also pull more moves with these! These gloves are amazing!" Izuku beamed.
"All in the days work by Mei!" You smiled softly and silently thanked Hastume for everything that she made for you.
"Ahh, Hatsume's work!" Ojiro grinned, but then Uraraka slammed her hands against her mask, yelling.

"Uraraka!!" Ojiro yelled, but then you stopped at the sound of a familiar, yet condescending voice.
"Hey hey, you all seem relaxed. Are we not worthy enough for you?" You smiled excitedly as Kirishima banged his fists together.
"Well, here you are, we're just getting fired up," He grinned.
"Is that so? Unfortunately for you, we clearly have the upper hand," The fog that appeared out of nowhere suddenly disappeared as Monoma stood with class 1-B behind him.

"Being it on, class 1-A!!"

'Just when I thought after that special moment we had, he's still the same,' You thought while rolling your eyes as he took out a piece of paper.
"Look at this questionnaire! I prepared this during the School Festival! The difference between class 1-A's live band and our high-end drama! Can't you see which got better reviews?!" He laughed maniacally.

'Eh, the play had plot holes, the main character was very weak at times even though they were portrayed as a strong character, character interaction was kinda embarrassing, plot convenience was everywhere, a lot of love interests, and I'm pretty sure whoever made the story had no idea what they're doing,' You thought, coughing and staring right into the author's soul.

"We came out on top with two votes more than you!" He cheered as you and Jiro stared at the paper, a little dumbfounded.
'Maybe I shouldn't have voted for them,' You sweatdropped as Monoma kept on ranting about how much better his class was. He then grabbed your shoulders and shook you very hard.