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Chapter 41: Momo
🕑 Added 2024-10-11 16:31:11 +0000 UTCChapter 41: Momo
When they left the studio where they were doing the photoshoot, they didn't use the limo, which had already left. Instead, Uwabani suggested that they walk to where they were meeting her friend for the fashion show.
“Wouldn’t that run the risk of us being late?” Yaoyorozu asked as Uwabani started leading them down the road. Amazingly, they weren't bombarded by fans, but the heroine did need to stop a lot to address those who approached.
Sending away a mother and her daughter with a smile and wink, she turned her gaze towards her intern. “Perhaps, but we’re still heroines…well, I am. You're heroines-in-training, but the point still stands: We can't always travel in style. We should get some patrols done as well."
Kendo sighed before punching a fist into her palm. "I would lie; I'm looking forward to this part, even if that means hoping some crime does happen."
Uwabani gave her a knowing smile. “Nothing wrong with wanting to use one’s talents. In the same way, a doctor wants to have a fulfilling day, or a mechanic wants to spend the morning with their hands in an engine. So long as you don't forget you're not the only important person."
"Help, those thieves just robbed my store!" The woman's gaze went from playful to serious without a moment's delay. Her snakeheads had turned in the direction that the cry came from, and the woman could see through their eyes that it was a relatively modest store, the type run by a family with an older woman yelling as a group of people, five of them, rushed down the road away.
"Rule, Battle Fist, you handle the one in red. You have full authority to restrain them till the police arrive." Uwabani went from the modeling titan to professional hero so fast that the three were caught off guard, but didn't fight her as the two girls nodded, turning their gaze towards Yaoyorozu; the girl flinched at the intense focus that lay in their orbs. “Creati, you're with me. We'll handle the rest."
“Right, come on, Rule!” Kendo powered up One for All to around 5% and took off, the quiet Rule running after her, keeping pace with the more muscular girl as they chased their targets.
“Ar-are you sure that we can hand-!” Yaoyorozu wasn't sure she would have been the best backup; maybe it would have been better if she had been sent to handle the one with one of the other two instead.
Uwabani cut through her hesitation, pulling her by the arm as she ran after their targets, her 4-inch heels and dress not slowing her down. “Creati, take a breath, let go of your anxiety and focus on why you're here. To help people right now means ensuring some thieves don't get away with daylight robbery." She spared a glance back towards her remaining intern, her eyes telling her more than her words ever could.
“U-understood.” Yaoyorozu still wasn't sure, but now wasn't the time for that. She was here to learn and help people. However, she found that even though she had designed her footwear to be much more functional, with the heel hardly being more than an inch, Uwabani was still faster than her, leaving Momo to push herself to keep pace. The villains saw the two still on their tails, even after a couple of blocks, and decided to try and lose them by ducking into an alley.
"They're turning down that alley. Stay behind me, Creati.” Uwabani told her charge as she pushed ahead, moving even faster as she wasn't holding back to give Yaoyorozu a shot. When she reached the alley, one of the villains, a large woman with red skin and 8 spider-like eyes, was ready for her, holding a club high in the air.
“Got you-!” She wasn't able to say more as Uwabani, without pause, slammed her palm into her stomach, forcing the air from her lungs as her hold on her weapon weaponed, Uwabani finishing it with a right hook to the face, which knocked the much larger woman on her ass, knocked out with her club falling at her feet.
Shaking her hand to relieve some of the pain of hitting someone who seemed to have durable skin, Uwabani retorted. "No, you don't, honey. Turning a corner to wait to attack a pursuer is common sense and easily predictable."
“Says the idiot who got herself into a 3-on-1." The other three stood, ready to fight her, and not for the first time in her career. She felt the eyes of the three men eyeing her up, especially her chest, but she let that disgusted feeling flow out of her like water. Instead, she smirked at them, bringing up one of her hands, where her expertly manicured finger tapped her lip.
"Oh, it's cute that you think numbers will help. Why don't you sit down with your hands on your laps like some good boys while we wait for the police? It could lead to a lenient punishment from the judge." Of course, her offer wasn't taken; it rarely was, as the villains snickered and laughed at it, thinking that they would never need it.
“Oh, he can just beat you and get away scot-free!" They yelled as they charged her, but Uwabani kept her calm as her human eyes and snake eyes tracked each of them, picking up details that would otherwise be missed, details and allowed her to create the perfect plan for such a situation as she dodged the first with a sidestep, a pat to the back throwing him off his balance while she tripped the second and finally, like a viper strike, struck the third in the throat, the man coughing violently as he fell to his knees.
“They never learn.” Uwabani shook her head as she kicked the fallen club up into her hand. Without wasting time, she smacked the villain across the side of his head, knocking him out before one of her snake heads turned to her rear. Without much shifting, she held the club to her back over her shoulder, blocking a strike from one of the villains, who was now furious and trying to take her out more out of pride than survival.
Uwabani wouldn't go down that easy as she was a fashion and media-focused heroine, yes, but she was still a trained and experienced heroine. Dealing with people like this was a breeze for her as she quickly managed to take out another, having dropped her repossessed club, the man’s eyes tracking the falling weapon, and with his eyes off her, she was able to grab him and toss him into the side of a dumpster with a yelp which turned into a groan as he crashed into it, before slumping to the ground.
“Screw this!” The last turned to run right into Yaoyorozu, who had watched the fight from the alley entrance but hadn't intervened.
“Creati! One’s coming for you!” The teenager shook as if she wasn't paying attention as the villain rushed her, pulling a knife from his side. She created a bo staff to fend him off, but then he shifted surprisingly.
“I’m not going down!” His other side changed, from his fingers to shoulders turned into ice.
Like Todoroki, power she couldn’t help to match.
For a moment, she didn't see the villain; she didn't see Uwabani. She saw Todoroki's face, how his eyes conveyed a burning fire encased in a bitterly cold rage. She saw him summon what could be a glacier and send it towards her. Her hands started to shake, and she started to take rapid breaths as her mind screamed at her to move, to run from that avalanche.
But the moment passed as she was back in the present, back on the street, just in time to see Uwabani rush up behind the villain, kicking out a foot from under him, making him cry out as he fell backward, hitting his head on the cold floor before he felt a weight on his gut, looking up to see Uwabani on top of him, a moment that some wouldn’t have minded spoiled by how her hair hid her face, leaving only predatory golden eyes focused on him, her fist pulled back before she punched him out.
That done, the heroine took a break, deep through the nose and out the mouth as she turned to Yaoyorozu. Her frown told the teenager more about her opinions of her actions than her words ever could, as Momo looked down in shame. Later, Uwabani and Yaoyorozu stood to the side of the sidewalk. The four villains were restrained thanks to some rope Creati made and tied to one another and the guard rail to ensure they couldn't escape.
Uwabani detected the other two interns before they called out. “Uwabani! We caught the other one!” Battle fist waved at her, pulling along with her the last of the villains, the man restrained in a chain while Rule held the bag of stolen goods.
“Is that a bicycle chain?” Uwabani asked, taking a second to recognize the chain around the man. Still, it was much larger than she had expected.
Battle first nodded. "Yeah, Rule used her quirk to make it larger so we could restrain him, but we do need to return it to the owner when we're done." It was luck that a passerby offered up his bicycle chain upon securing the villain, whose quirk made it painful to touch him directly. However, Kendo kept it to herself that she was pretty sure he did so because he saw Rule and was instantly smitten.
Uwabani pulled out her phone and quickly checked on where the police were. "That shouldn't take long; the police are minutes out."
True to her word, a little over a minute later, the police arrived and took the 5 villains into custody, taking pictures of the nearly stolen goods for investigation before allowing the four to return them to the grateful shopkeep, who tried to offer them discounts in the future. However, Uwabani expertly handled it, turning down the offer while still showing gratitude that it was made.
All the while, while Battle Fist and Rule talked, or more accurately, Battle first talked, and Rule mainly nodded, shook her head, or made 'hmm' sounds, Creati remained silent and withdrawn from the conversation about how they handled their first actual arrest. Wring her hands together, Yaoyorozu admonished herself within her mind, calling her an idiot for freezing up like then. She had gone up against real villains at the USJ. She handled herself great there, leading Jiro and Kaminari with enough poise and skill that they walked out without injuries, even if they were surprised by that one villain.
'Stupid, stupid, stupid! What was that? You had the easiest job; just trip him, or hit him, or even blind him with something and take him down! What were all those years and millions of yen on personal self-defense teachers and personal tutors for your quirk? You saw his quirk; it was nothing like Todoroki's. Will you freeze up when you see an iced tea next?' Yaoyorozu chided herself, but even though she knew she was in the wrong, that didn't stop the feeling in her heart, a fear of failure, of not being enough when faced with raw power.
‘Don’t think about it, just….just….’ She kept her gaze on the sidewalk as they walked, leaving interactions to Battle Fist, who didn't notice that she wasn't as engaged as she typically would be. She couldn't be, as she recalled something Uwabani had told her as they waited for the police to show up before Kendo and Kodai had arrived.
"We'll talk about this when we have a moment. Is that understood?"
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A couple of hours later, they managed to make it to where Uwabani's friend was hosting her show. Along the way, they hadn't dealt with any other crimes. They mainly signed autographs, took selfies with fans, or helped out people with smaller things like a lost child looking for their parents, pointing tourists in the right way, that sort of thing.
Kendo had been the one to ask if they shouldn't hurry, but Uwabani laughed it off. While she did say she would be there as soon as she could, her friend understood that being a heroine meant that, at times, she would be either early or incredibly late, so when they pulled up to the upscale building an hour late, the heroine wasn’t even a little bit concerned.
For Kendo, it was another surprise as the building, much like the hotel they were staying in, was made for the haves, and she was not in that group. The building carried the modernist aesthetic that she had read was popular in the US in the 1950s, was 7 stories tall, and already, people were rushing all over the place like worker ants; some carried boxes, others were placing bouquets for flowers, others were giving the place a deep clean, scrubbing at surfaces like they owned them money.
Uwabani avoided all that and approached someone who was giving orders as they ticked off things on a clipboard. "Excuse me, we're expected, " she stated, with the tall, skinny woman turning to her. A sneer was already on her face, and she seemed ready to either tell them to leave or call security. But those critical ocean-green eyes looked them over before nodding.
"Of course, follow me. Tamaki, you handle things here for a bit!" She turned to lead them in, and Kendo was surprised at how confident Uwabani was to approach someone like that like she owned the show and to get her way without a fuss while doing it.
Following them into the building, they saw even more people working, setting up red and purple carpets and organizing lighting and seating. Most of the staff didn't even look up as they walked up, and those who did were nothing like the civilians they interacted with. They would look up, see them, and get back to work as if seeing a heroine like Uwabani was as important as seeing a cloud that kind of resembled a rabbit.
Walking up a couple of flights of stairs, they saw a relatively short woman conversing with a small group of assistants, she assumed, with how bookish and attentive they seemed to be, writing her words down as fast as she gave them. Getting closer, Kendo could tell that the woman was just barely taller than Mineta, though that could be the heels she was wearing. Her outfit was also…out there; its jagged edges and contrasting colors made it loud and impossible to ignore as the woman seamlessly gave commands while keeping tabs on everything.
"Boss lady, your guest has arrived. She brought some people with her." The assistant spoke up. The short woman did not turn to face her but instead tried to wave them away. Between her fingers, she held a gold and silver kiseru.
"If it's reporters, throw them out. The show's this evening, and until then, not a single piece of product will be seen by their grubby little eyes." The boss lady replied, and now that she wasn't talking softly with her people, Kendo and the rest could pick up the upper posh German accent. This wasn't a woman who was used to asking and getting what she wanted when she wanted it.
“Boss lady, I’m pretty sure they’re not reporters." The assistant wasn't put off by the swift dismissal, only bowing her head as she gave a quick explanation. Letting out a swift but respectful hum, she turned to them. Kendo felt her eyes on her immediately. The woman scanned her like a machine before she dismissed her, muttering something in German that she couldn't understand but could guess wasn't a compliment.
She did the same with the rest, and while Kodai could brush it off with ease, Yaoyorozu seemed to be in a funk, so it hit her extra hard that is so crudely dismissed. Kendo was about to have a word with the woman about being polite. Then, she saw Uwabani, and that cold, dismissive demeanor shattered as she opened her arms. "Oh, dahling, you finally made it.” She walked on over, the taller Uwabani bending so that they could hug, kissing one another on the cheek.
"I'm so sorry that I wasn't here sooner, but the job of a hero is—" Uwabani apologized, but the fashion designer cut her off.
"Neverending and is as demanding as a difficult step-parent, yes dahling, you’ve told me this before. I'm just happy that my star model arrived just in time for fittings. We're starting in only a few hours, and I'll need time to show you what I have created." She smiled at and ignored the 3 students as she was her assistant who quietly made themselves scarce.
"How you manage to up yourself every spring, I never know," Uwabani asked as the two started to walk to where the teens didn't know. They felt like they should follow, as they didn't know anyone here or what to do if they were left alone.
The small woman let out a snort. “Oh, my sweet dahling, maybe other lesser artists would be satisfied, but I'm always pushing. If I'm not on the cutting edge, then I’m bored. It’s why I dislike meeting you on the job, as you refuse to allow me to design you something you then…that.” She waved at Uwabani's dress like it was little more than a colored potato sack, but the heroine didn't mind in the slightest.
Quite the contrary, she seemed amused. “Omoishō, it’s an exceptional piece of your work and has served me great for the last four years." Yaoyorozu's brow creased at that name. She had heard it before, but where. In fact, now that she looked at the small woman, she was sure she had seen that blue and black bob-cut before.
“Exactly, 4 years, 4 years! Dahling, you're more than most of those…spoiled little stick figures they didn't even earn but paid some snake surgeon to cut them up and shoot them up with all kinds of drugs. And don't even get me started on the organizers, pathetic worms, the lot of them. I asked for plump models to advertise some products for people who don't starve themselves, and you know what they sent me, slightly heavier stick figures. You would think they weight them by the gram."
The woman didn't stop, as she went on a tirade on outdated and idiotic beauty standards in modeling and how she had to brave it all just to get her work down. Uwabani nodded along, adding bits and pieces here and there that either pleased or frustrated the woman, this Omoishō.
‘She’s…passionate.’ Kendo thought to herself as the woman threw them one compliment, almost like a bone to a dog, as she said they were 'better than those skinny fools who had some meat on their bones, especially the orange one. It's hard finding women who know what a dumbbell is in this industry’.
‘Her maniac energy reminds me of Monoma.’ Kodai felt they were related; perhaps she would ask him when they returned from internships. But the fashion designer finally seemed to cool whatever fury she had been venting.
“It pains me to see you not shine as bright as you could if you only gave me the chance." She shook her head. The three thought this woman would have been a great fit as a student or even a staffer at U.A. as she seemed to resent the concept of settling and lived by the ideal of going beyond.
"Maybe I'll change things this year, but let's focus on the here and now." Uwabani offered. She could handle this later, as she knew her friend, and if given the chance, they could spend the entire day debating this.
“Yes, starting with the 3 little girls playing dress you brought along.” The short woman’s gaze shot to the three, piercing them once more.
Walking around them, Uwabani stood behind them to present the three: "These are hero students whom I'll be mentoring for the week. From left to right, it's Yaoyorozu Momo, Kodai Yui, and Kendo Itsuka. Girls, this is Plein Omoishō.” " With their names being called, they bowed and greeted the woman as they were expected, but once Uwabani introduced Plein, it was like Yaoyorozu got the last piece of the puzzle.
“Excuse me, but did you just say… Plein Omoishōa? As in one of the best fashion designers in the world, Plein Omoishō?” She asked, floored by the idea that she would ever meet such an icon, someone that, over the last 30 years, had taken the world of civilian, upper-class, and even hero fashion to a whole other level. Securing a meeting with her requires a healthy dose of luck and deep pockets. Never mind getting her to agree to handle any commissions. And Uwabani just…knew her?
“One of that-please,” Plein laughed at that phrasing, taking a drag from her kiseru, letting the nicotine smoke pass through her lips in a smooth, slow fashion, framing her grim and her brown and grey eyes, heterochromia much like a particular fire and ice user they knew. "Little girl, I am the best in the world. Why else would my competitors try to imitate my work? I might add that my work is poor."
“But I’m not one for kids, so did you bring them here to help? Because if not, the door’s the other way.” She asked the woman behind them, displaying her familiar, no-nonsense, non-apologetic self.
“Come now. I know you watched the sports festival. You like to hunt for fresh clients among the hero course." Uwabani replied, as the girls had heard how much the designer preferred to design costumes for pro-heroes, who in her eyes were true super beings, titans who fought for the masses day in and day out.
Plein smirked. "That I do, so I already know that that one is a powerful one, it could be the next All Might with how she fights and how that one," She pointed her pipe towards Kendo before directing it towards Yaoyorozu, unimpressed. “Got in far over her head and should have pulled out much like Ms. Silent in the middle.”
"It wasn't a fair fight. How was she supposed to defeat Todoroki?" Kendo spoke up for the girl who seemed like she wanted to shrivel up under such harsh words. Where did a designer get off with such critiques of something she could never know? They didn't come here to insult her craft; she could give them the same courtesy or keep silent.
But Plein was unphased by the glare she was getting from Kendo, as she might have been a powerful fighter. Still, to the 50-something designer, she was merely a child throwing a fit over being correctly told the facts. She was so unafraid as she glared back at the muscular girl and walked up to her, singling her out from the trio.
“Fair fight? Bah! There’s no such thing as fair in a real fight; in the same way, there's no such thing as fair in the fashion world. Did you think I got this fair because things are fair? Did Junko over there get as far as she has? What about people like All Might and Endeavour? You think that one became the symbol of peace and the other achieved the most resolved cases in Japan because things are fair?"
She asked, not giving her a moment to breathe or counter. As she laid into her, the two class A students recalled Aizawa's words from their first day and how they matched with what this designer was lobbing at them like weapons. Her eyes conveyed all that came with age: wisdom, intelligence, patience, bitterness, joy, and acceptance.
Snapping her little fingers, it was like a gun had gone off near all their ears. "Wake up; the world isn't like whatever simulations you train in at your fancy school; it's cold, it's harsh, and it doesn't care about you or your feelings. It's up to you to find purpose. In that cruel madness, you must protect whatever beauty and hope you can create or find. If you can't handle that, I have no patience for you, and interns of a friend or no, I would have you thrown out."
“A bit harsher than I would have put it, but she’s not wrong.” Uwabani started, but Plein was as unrepentant as she expected from her, so she focused on trying to build up the girls, not break them down. "That's why we came here; I'm trying to help them learn about the showy side of the hero business and help them create their public images or revitalize it in Yaoyorozu's case."
“So they're to be models for my spring collection, then? Very well. Hans will show you to the fitting rooms. I shall be with you shortly." The three looked surprised at how quickly Plein agreed; even Kodai looked bewildered.
“Wait, just like that?” Kendo asked, as after all that, she was expecting that they'd need to prove themselves or something.
"Time waits for no woman, little girl, and some of us are picking up grey hairs as is." Plein retorted as she walked off. As if coming out from her shadow, another two aides were at her side, giving her updates, requesting clarification, and new directives, with old ones having been completed.
Uwabani sighed but gave the three a comforting smile. "Don't think about it too much. She's always been like this, but if it helps, she's overly critical of everyone, herself in particular. You should see some of the designs she's trashed as garbage. If it isn't a perfect 100% in her eyes, she'll sooner see it burned. Even then, perfection doesn't last long; give it time, and she'll move on."
“She reminds me of Monoma.” Kodai voiced, with Uwabani wondering who that was.
"Pardon me, but if you follow me, I'll show you to the women's fitting room. You'll find refreshments and snacks inside if you're in the mood, and if you need anything, you can speak with Francesca." An average-sized man approached them as silently as Plein's aides came and went. Much like his boss, he spoke with a German accent, his Japanese not being the best, mixing in German here and there.
Nodding, Uwabani did just that, with the three following after as they looked around the site. Kodai and Kendo took in the full sight of it as this would be the first time they attended something this high-end, having always assumed that they'd either watch it in movies or the news or read about it after the fact. Maybe they could attend when they went pro, but neither had the inkling to get it. But now? Perhaps they'll be attending more of them down the line.
Yaoyorozu was her boat about it, as she attended many events of similar if not greater social caliber as fastback as she could remember. She had been in the same room as billionaires, government officials, and foreign dignitaries. Still, she could admit that there was a distinct difference. There, she was merely the prized diamond of the Yaoyorozu conglomerate, its owner and CEO's only child; such a label made her akin to a work of art, admired but always from a distance, with those who did approach often for their own selfish reasons.
But here? She was just another face. She was a U.A. student, yes, but that didn't mean much to either the matron of this show or the rest of the staff. So she could attend an affair when she was seen as equal to, if not below, the rest who would be in attendance, especially if they didn't know her last name and the weight it came with.
At least she could enjoy the novel experience, but Plein's words continued to eat away at her. They weren't false, nor was this the first time she had heard them; Aizawa had made it clear from the jump how much of a challenge and sacrifice being a hero meant and threatened to expel anyone who couldn't keep up. She agreed with that mindset, even if she thought it crude to deceive them about an expulsion as early as the first day. Why wouldn't she when she knew her skills and potential? If anyone was to be expelled, it wouldn't be her.
But since the Sports Festival, and especially since she botched that simple villain capture, she felt like she was the one that was the weakest link, and that if she didn't make a change, a drastic one, by the time they got back to school, Aizawa would be waiting to inform her she was being transferred to general studies, and that Shinso boy. 'No, no him, he hardly did much during the festival. He was riding on Midoriya's coattails!' She thought to herself, trying to assure herself that she was just being silly.
'Riding on his back, he might have done; Shinso was still a key figure in the two securing their place in the first event?' A voice that sounded like Aizawa reminded her.
'During the chariot race, he proved himself again and, afterward, stepped down because he knew his chances. It's only logical to avoid fights that can't be won.' That voice forced her to think about how she felt them. She had been angry. Angry that despite the years and millions of yen spent on getting her the best trainers and teachers, despite getting into a school like U.A. through recommendations, she was still falling flat. She had wanted to prove herself, and when she learned she was up against a powerhouse like Todoroki, a small part of her was excited.
If she could defeat him, it would prove she was worthy.
Hugging herself, trying not to draw attention from the others, she took a haggard breath as she recalled how that decision ended for her. She then witnessed what people with real talent and real potential could do.
“Ms. Plein sure hires a lot of foreign staff; I didn't know that there were this many in Japan," Kendo mused, looking around at the place. Aside from the more menial jobs, most of the people didn't seem like locals.
"Typically, there isn't. She travels frequently for interviews, meeting with clients, inspecting fabrics and materials at the source, and planning and attending fashion shows. As she does, she picks up people like us, who excel at what we do to aid her." Hans replied.
“So you’re always on the move?” Kodai asked, to which he shook his head.
"Not all of us. Some remain either here in Japan at our Tokyo office or in Bonn, back in my country." He paused, letting a group carrying some tables pass through without a word before continuing.
"Demanding schedules," Kendo stated, as her father traveled for work a lot and often complained of jet lag, among other things.
Hans didn't dispute that, especially when anyone who had met their boss could tell you that mercy or tactfulness weren't adjectives that fit her. "It is, but it's rewarding, and she's a reasonable boss, quite rewarding when you follow her instructions." That said, she wasn't a tyrant, and she could recognize and nurture talent and competence. She had done so with him and many others, after all.
But the conversation came to an end when he led them to a door, one with two guards posted in front of it, each equipped with stun batons, clubs, and pepper spray. If there were famous models in there, this seemed like a fair thing to expect.
Quickly explaining to the guards who they were, Hanss turned to Uwabani and offered his hand. "Well, here we are. Have a good day." The heroine thanked him for leading them, shaking his hand before the man turned and left, tapping at his earpiece to get back into the swing of things.
One of the guards opened the door for them to enter. While Kendo and Kodai did so without issue, as Yaoyorozu tried to follow, she felt a hand clamp onto her shoulder. Looking at it, she felt the dread stir in her gut.
"Excuse us, gentlemen, but I need to speak with my intern. Is there a free room I can use?" Uwabani didn't look at them; instead, she gazed towards Momo, those golden reptile-like eyes watching her like she was a mouse about to be eaten.
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No joke, my chair broke as I was sitting on it, so my ass fell flat on the floor, but I was in such a good mood I hardly cared. I just broke out the good tape(the same type Sero's is made of 😊) and fixed it, and it's been holding firm since. Why shouldn't I be in a good mood, as I worked up the courage to try and download ZZZ again after I got fucked over back in August, and it completed, so I should be playing it when this chapter goes live.
With the chapter itself, I ran into some issues as there were things I set up, which I want to still use, but…well, I didn't want things to be bloated, but then I realized that's not bad. Of course, a lot of stuff would be happening; I'm juggling multiple characters' experiences in their internships. This means that this arc might last for another few chapters.
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ANNNNND DONE! I have to admit, I was expecting to write more stuff about how Midoriya's stuff was doing, but halfway through, I decided it would be best to focus on Yaoyorozu as I've already set her up to have issues that need to be addressed. Still, I also wanted to explore her mindset more during the internship as, in canon, she gained nothing from it. Sure, she got some fans, but she didn't even know about the beauty pageant until presumably days before.
All it did was extend the time during which she would have confidence issues so that they could be solved during final exams because Todoroki used that talk-no-jutsu he learned from Midoriya. So, I decided to use that time to explore how her place is terrible for her. We know she can handle grunts; she did so at the USJ, which still happened here, but that L to Shoto was so emotionally devastating. She sees one using ice and freezes up.
And before you ask, Plein Omoishōa(Her first name is Omoishōa) is based on Edna Mode. I heard Edna's half-Japanese and half-German in the Pixar verse, so I used that here. Her first name, when spelled in kanji, means 'heavy impact,' which is both a joke at her height and because she's an internationally recognized trendsetting designer, whatever she makes, whatever she says does have a heavy impact. Her last name is less impactful, as it's the same as German designer Philipp Plein, whose designs are known to be, and I quote, 'maximalist and loud,' which seems to fit how much of an adventurer Edna is.
