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MHA82- Late Night Shenanigans
🕑 Added 2025-04-22 17:00:01 +0000 UTC[NEW QUEST: GENIUS IN DISGUISE] So you thought this was just a vacation? LMAO. No. OBJECTIVE: Attend the Young Geniuses Showcase with Class
[NEW QUEST: GENIUS IN DISGUISE]
So you thought this was just a vacation? LMAO. No.
OBJECTIVE: Attend the Young Geniuses Showcase with Class 1-A.
Don’t let anyone die. Or embarrass themselves. Or create a rocket-powered flamethrower.
(Actually… that last one’s fine.)
REWARDS: +750 XP
+1 Stat Point per Notable Contribution
+New Passive Skill (??? – Inventive or Tactical)
+Invention-Based Reputation Boost (Tech Circles & ???)
+??? (Depends on who notices your work)
FAILURE:
Someone gets hurt.
You lose control of the narrative.
And worst of all: you let someone else outshine you.
[SUB-QUESTS]
1. SHE ASKED, YOU DELIVERED
Task: Accept Yaoyorozu’s request. Help her take the spotlight without making her nervous.
Reward: +100 XP, +1 Charisma (if executed smoothly)
2. CRAFTING ROOM, SECRET WEAPON
Task: Use your new [Crafting Room] feature to upgrade the invention.
Reward: +150 XP, System Feature Boost (???)
3. CLASS FIELD TRIP: HACKED
Task: Turn a solo project into a team event. Let the others feel useful.
Reward: +75 XP, +0,3 Charisma per student involved, Class Morale Boost
4. STEALTH FLEX
Task: Make Yaoyorozu shine. Keep the spotlight off yourself while doing your half of the work.
Reward: +100 XP, New Passive (Support Role Mastery – bonus when assisting others)
5. TECH FOR THE WIN
Task: Your invention must be functional, flashy, and vaguely terrifying.
Reward: +200 XP, +1 Intelligence, ??? (Depends on tech rating)
6. SHE’S WATCHING
Task: Make Hatsume take you seriously. Without blowing anything up.
Reward: +75 XP, Bonus if she calls you “Hotshot”
7. HEIST MODE: ACTIVATED
Task: When things go to hell, build the override device on the fly.
Reward: +250 XP, New Active Skill (??? – Emergency Construction)]
The moment I stepped off the plane, the System pinged.
“Oh wow,” I muttered. “Look who finally showed up.”
[A WIZARD IS NEVER LATE.]
“I am already on the island, dipshit. Aren’t you late?”
[TIMELINE IS LATE TOO. NOT MY FAULT.]
I snorted. “That’s your excuse? The timeline?”
[YES. BLAME THE WRITERS.]
“Pretty sure I am the writer here.”
[AND LOOK AT YOUR SENSE OF PACING. UNHINGED.]
“Bold words from the glorified task manager who took three days to assign a side quest.”
[I WAS UPDATING THE UI. DO YOU WANT GLITCHES?]
“I want silence.”
[YOU WANT TO SUFFER.]
“Shut up and start tracking progress.”
[YOU SHUT UP AND TRY NOT TO EXPLODE THE SHOWCASE.]
“No you shut up bitch.”
...
A few hours later.
I looked at the island.
It glimmered on the horizon like someone gave Silicon Valley a tan and a budget. Glass towers, sunlit bridges, and enough solar panels to make Captain Planet cry tears of joy. We were still rolling down the tarmac when Todoroki blinked up from his seat and said, “This place is… excessive.”
“Like your dad’s parenting style,” I muttered.
Uraraka gasped at the window. “It’s floating!”
I leaned in just enough to see. “Either that, or the collective student debt of every scientist here is keeping it afloat.”
Mina pressed her face to the glass. “Guys. They have a chocolate fountain. I saw it. I’m not hallucinating.”
“I mean, you could be,” Sero said. “We’ve been on a plane for, like, six hours.”
“Jiro, tell him I’m not hallucinating.”
Jiro didn’t even look up from her headphones. “I’m hallucinating a lot of things, Mina. But if I see that chocolate fountain, I’m pushing you in.”
—
We disembarked like the chaotic parade of overachievers we were. A small army of interns, engineers, and overworked event staff were already lined up, trying to pretend they hadn’t read our file. Spoiler: They had.
A woman in a lab coat with zero sleep and maxed-out caffeine levels greeted us at the gate. “Welcome, U.A. High! We’re so honored to have you here—especially for the Young Geniuses Showcase. You must be Momo Yaoyorozu!”
Momo stepped forward. “Thank you for having us. We’re very excited to present.”
“And you must be the support team,” the woman added, eyeing the rest of us with barely concealed skepticism. “Very… energetic.”
Kirishima flexed. “Hell yeah!”
We were escorted to the guest wing, where I tried to pretend the room assignments weren’t a ticking time bomb. Bakugo got stuck with Todoroki. Mina bunked with Jiro and Uraraka. I got a solo room, probably because someone decided I was a “security risk.”
They weren’t wrong.
Now… time to see if this place had a chocolate fountain.
Priorities.
We were supposed to sleep and not go out. That was the rule. Lights out by ten. Rest up for day two. Be responsible, professional, well-rested guests of international importance.
But I knew my class.
So if I wanted to make sure no one had accidentally joined a rogue think tank, stolen lab tech, or triggered an international incident involving cloned gorilla arms, I had to bite the bullet and sneak out to supervise them.
I swear. No other intentions.
Just me. Doing my civic duty.
I stepped into the hallway.
Silence.
Liar’s silence.
I pulled out my phone.
Group Chat: 1-A’s Questionable Decisions
Mina: 😈
Kaminari: 😇
Sero: 😶🌫️
Jiro: if we get caught again i’m saying you kidnapped me
Uraraka: i’m not wearing shoes
Toru: WHO TOOK MY HERO COSTUME? I CAN’T GO OUT NAKED
Shoji: (image) [Mineta duct-taped to a wall]
Todoroki: I’m in the botanical wing. These plants are judging me.
Kirishima: found a dumbbell lab. i live here now
Hatsume: I may have borrowed an exosuit
Bakugo: don’t ask me where i am
Bakugo: i said don’t
Bakugo: i will blow your whole bloodline off this island
I sighed so hard my soul left my body.
—
I found Jiro, Kaminari, and Mina first.
They were huddled behind a vending machine like it had offended them personally.
Jiro was poking at a display panel with the precision of someone who’d read the manual for fun. Kaminari held a notepad titled “Quirk Test: Sugar vs Voltage.” Mina had a half-open bottle of Quantum Cola in one hand and safety goggles on like she was about to start a science fair explosion.
“What in the caffeine-fueled chaos are you three doing?”
“Research,” Mina said brightly.
“Voltage calibration,” Kaminari added. “The sugar in these might actually affect how my Quirk discharges.”
Jiro didn’t even look up. “I’m trying to disable the machine’s annoyingly loud announcement voice. It yelled at me for double-purchasing water.”
“Crime of the century,” I said, leaning on the machine. “Very heroic.”
“We’re not breaking it,” Jiro muttered. “We’re optimizing it.”
I nodded, like a good supervisor. “Carry on. But if this thing explodes, I’m blaming Kaminari.”
“I mean… fine,” Kaminari said.
—
Next was Todoroki.
He was standing in the middle of a greenhouse, staring down a Venus flytrap the size of a small chair.
“I think it respects me,” he said without turning.
“Pretty sure it’s trying to eat you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Same thing.”
...
—
Hagakure came running past me in a panic, her borrowed lab shoes squeaking.
“I CAN’T FIND MY BELT! I’M JUST A FLOATING PAIR OF SNEAKERS, RYUU!”
“Hold your clothes tight,” I muttered. She was holding her clothes so they would fall and reveal everything to me if they dropped.
“YOU CAN ALWAYS SEE ME! THIS IS BULLSH—”
She tripped over Iida, who was marching through the hall with an LED clipboard and the energy of a betrayed father.
“I specifically stated that curfew violations would not be tolerated,” he said, eyes twitching.
“You’re also out past curfew,” I said.
He froze.
“I’m doing patrol,” he said.
“So am I.”
We nodded.
Agreed not to speak of it again.
—
Shoji and Tsuyu were building a fort in the medical wing out of spare blankets and quarantine signs.
“It’s for defensive positioning,” Tsuyu said, deadpan.
“Mineta is our test subject,” Shoji added.
I peeked in. Mineta was cocooned in gauze and labeled "BIOHAZARD."
“Leave him,” I said.
—
Kirishima had in fact taken over a gym lab. He was bench-pressing with exo-skeleton assists. I paused at the doorway.
“This is how we achieve peak masculinity,” he grunted, veins popping.
“Bro,” I said, “you’re glowing.”
“Gamma core. Mei gave it to me.”
“Mei did what—?”
BOOM.
The wall shook. A support bot limped past dragging half its casing.
“Rocket boots!” Hatsume called from down the hall.
She shot by, upside down, upside up, unclear.
Momo appeared behind me, in full pajamas, arms crossed, eyes like a disappointed CEO.
“This was not part of the plan.”
“I’m supervising.”
“Ryuu—”
“Do I look like I’m having fun?”
She glanced at me. I was holding a donut I did not buy, someone else’s name badge, and my left eyebrow was singed.
She sighed.
“This is why I invited Midnight,” she muttered.
“Midnight’s asleep.”
“Exactly.”
—
We regrouped eventually in the central courtyard, somehow intact.
Uraraka was carrying a plant. Kaminari had soda. Mina had the wrong shoes. Toru was wearing my shirt like a cape. Bakugo stormed in, covered in oil, holding a wrench and radiating war crimes.
“I’m not explaining shit,” he said.
Nobody asked.
Midnight opened her door just as we were sneaking back into the dorm wing.
She blinked once. “You all look suspicious.”
Mina raised a hand. “Define suspicious.”
Midnight yawned. “I’m not paid enough for this. If I find anyone dead tomorrow, I’m blaming Ryuu.”
“Fair.”
And just like that, the night ended.
1-A survived another day of unstructured freedom, minimum consequences, and maximum bullshit.
And me?
I went to bed with three new System notifications, a chocolate bar I didn’t pay for, and a sock that definitely wasn’t mine.
Worth it.
Day one was setup.
Our invention sat in the center of our assigned lab like the crown jewel of chaos—sleek, modular, reactive to multiple Quirks. Momo’s design was elegant, structured, practical. My influence? Let’s call it “functionally reckless.”
“You’ve built weapons before,” Hatsume said, not even bothering to sugarcoat it. “I can smell it on you.”
I leaned over the schematic. “Technically, I’ve built problem solvers. It’s not my fault they sometimes explode.”
She cackled and slapped a rocket attachment on the side. “How about we strap boosters here?”
“No.”
“But—”
“I’m not babysitting you and your orbital accident waiting to happen.”
She pouted but attached it anyway. I left it alone. She wasn’t wrong, just… unsupervised.
Everyone contributed in their own way. Todoroki ran flame tests on the stabilizer. His ice-coated results got logged next to Sero and Shoji doing mobility stress trials across a padded obstacle zone. Tsuyu carried out field recon simulations by hopping through reinforced urban terrain. Jiro managed acoustic balancing, adjusting vibration nodes so the internal resonance didn’t turn into a war crime.
Uraraka, Mina, and Hagakure worked on the interface. Lightweight outer shell, user-friendly interface. The touchscreen UI responded to voice, motion, and light pressure.
Kirishima and Bakugo? Durability testing. Which meant they “accidentally” exploded the prototype five times. Momo almost fainted.
--
Later that night, the lab was mostly quiet—except for the low hum of simulation processors and Momo pacing while holding a soldering iron like it was a knife.
I was sitting cross-legged on the table, tinkering with the backup circuit.
“Yaoyao,” I said eventually. “This is gonna work. You know that, right?”
“I know.”
“But you’re still doubting.”
She frowned. “There’s always something to fix. Always something I missed.”
“Yeah, well, that’s what I’m for.”
“And what are you, exactly?”
I thought about it. Then I said, “The grease-stained duct tape that holds it together.”
She smiled, small and reluctant. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re welcome.”
—
When the presentation started, Momo stood at the center of the stage in front of a wall of moving screens. She looked like she belonged in a movie—hair tied back, sharp suit, presence that punched through the air.
“This,” she said, voice steady, “is Project Adapt.”
The crowd murmured. Engineers leaned forward. A few scribbled notes. Our demo activated.
The modular gear spun to life—core ring sliding into multiple forms, adaptable for size, shape, power input. Every change snapped into place like magnetic puzzle pieces.
Applause started early. Cameras flashed.
Momo didn’t flinch once.
Meanwhile, I stayed offstage, sipping from a juice box someone left behind. When a reporter tried to flag me down, I fake-sneezed into a napkin and walked away.
Let her have this.
I’d already built it.
She was the face.
And I? I was just the grease-stained duct tape behind the curtain.
Perfect.
Now… time to see if this place had chicks.
Priorities.
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TheFanficGOD
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