Izuku POV (as me): People call it chaos. I call it efficiency. Everything is falling apart beautifully, just the way I planned. The teachers are panicking, the systems are fried, and my dear classmates? Scrambling like ants under a magnifying glass. Shoto's doing well-cold, calculated, terrifying. Just like I needed him to be. I didn't lift a finger, and yet, the board is mine. They asked for villains. I gave them gods. Todoroki POV (as me): My hands are still warm from the last blast. I'm breathing hard, thinking harder. I shouldn't have enjoyed it. But I did. I was precise. Ruthless. I became what he expected me to be, what I never thought I could. Midoriya's eyes said everything when I passed him-good job, you're not soft anymore. I should punch him. I probably will. But a part of me wonders... How soon can we do this again? A/N: This is a my hero accademia fanstory hope you enjoy! Please also feel free to correct my bad writing. Rights on the pictures go to the artist. I do not own my hero accademia , rights to the owner.
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