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MHA51- JUMP!
🕑 Added 2025-03-27 19:54:55 +0000 UTCThe next morning, Mom started the real fight.
“Absolutely not,” she said.
I yawned into my breakfast. “Cool. If you don’t care about our future, don’t sign. Not like I care.”
She placed her hands on her hips. “A training camp? In the middle of nowhere? With all the villains running around?”
Izuku nodded. “It is a little dangerous.”
I glared at him. He looked away.
Mom sighed. “Ryuu, do you really need to go?”
“Not really, but I would be lame if I didn’t go, and I am not lame, sooooo...”
“But—”
“Mom.”
She pressed her lips together. “It’s reckless.”
I pushed my plate away. “So is half of what we do. This isn’t new.”
Izuku tried. “We’ll be supervised. It’s part of the curriculum.”
Mom shook her head. “That doesn’t make it safe.”
“It’s not supposed to be,” I said. “That’s the point.”
She sat down, rubbing her temples. “I just don’t understand why you have to go through this.”
I leaned forward. “Because this is how it works. We train, we fight, we get stronger.”
She exhaled sharply. “I hate this.”
I leaned back. “Then don’t think about it.”
“That’s not how it works.”
–
We gathered in the parking lot, waiting for the buses. Class 1-B stood across from us, their usual smug and irrelevant. One of their guys—Monoma, I think—was rambling to himself, something about superiority or whatever. No one was listening.
Kendo walked over, stopping near me and Yaoyorozu. “Hey.”
“Sup?” I said. “Still don’t want to transfer? That blonde idiot must be a pain in the ass. We’ll trade you Mineta.”
Mineta snapped his head around. “Oi!”
Yaoyorozu sighed. “Please do not offer our classmates like objects.”
“It’s a fair trade,” I said. “One competent fighter for one walking lawsuit.”
Kendo rubbed her temples. “As tempting as that is, no thanks.”
Behind her, Monoma kept talking. “—and that’s why Class 1-A—”
Tetsutetsu clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Bro, give it a rest.”
Monoma scoffed. “I’m just stating facts.”
“Facts no one cares about,” Kendo muttered.
I looked at her. “You could just punch him.”
“I do,” she said. “Constantly.”
“Hit harder.”
She sighed. “If only.”
Aizawa showed up, looking half-asleep. “Get on the bus.”
I climbed in, dropping into a seat. Bakugo took the row behind me, already looking annoyed. “Tch. Wasting time.”
“Feel free to walk,” I said.
He clicked his tongue. “Shut up.”
Kirishima plopped down next to him. “Man, I’m pumped! Training camp’s gonna be awesome.”
“You say that now,” Kaminari said. “Wait till they make us run up a mountain or some shit.”
“They wouldn’t do that, right?” Uraraka asked.
“Wouldn’t they?” Jiro said.
Ojiro sighed. “They definitely would.”
I leaned back. “Bet you five hundred yen they do.”
Kaminari squinted. “That’s a scam.”
“Then don’t take the bet.”
He groaned but didn’t argue.
Hagakure leaned over her seat. “I heard they might have a hot spring.”
Mineta’s head snapped up. “Wait, really?”
Shoji shoved him down.
Sero shook his head. “Dude, we all saw that coming.”
The drive dragged. An hour in, Kaminari looked about ready to pass out. Mina started playing some game on her phone. I closed my eyes, figuring I might as well get some sleep.
Didn’t last long.
An explosion rocked the bus. Not an actual explosion—Bakugo just lost his shit. “THE HELL?!”
I blinked. Outside, the road was gone. Just dirt.
Aizawa didn’t look surprised. “End of the line.”
I groaned. “Of course.”
We got off. Two women stood ahead—pro heroes in matching cat outfits.
Pixie-Bob clapped her hands. “Welcome, kids!”
Mandalay smiled. “Hope you’re ready!”
I stared. “The fuck is this?”
“They’re the Wild, Wild Pussycats,” Izuku said, going full on fangirl. “Veteran heroes specializing in mountain rescues.”
Pixie-Bob winked. “And training unruly brats.”
Bakugo scoffed. “Who’re you calling a brat?”
She ignored him. “Since you’re future heroes, we figured we would give you a head start.”
I already knew where this was going. “Oh, for fuck’s—”
The ground cracked.
Before anyone could react, the mountain swallowed us whole.
I hit the dirt rolling, flipping up just in time to dodge a boulder. Trees stretched out in every direction. The bus? Gone. The road? Also gone.
“Cool,” I muttered. “Stranded.”
Aizawa’s voice drifted down from somewhere above. “Your task is simple—reach the camp.”
Mina groaned. “Oh, come on!”
Mandalay waved. “Good luck!”
The ground shook again. Something big moved in the distance.
Kirishima frowned. “Uh, is that—”
A beast crashed through the trees. Huge, covered in rock-like armor. Definitely not normal.
I sighed. “Yeah. Figures.”
“Monsters?!” Kaminari yelped.
Pixie-Bob called down, “Earth Beasts! I made them myself!”
Mineta looked like he was about to cry. “This school is the worst.”
Bakugo cracked his knuckles. “Tch. Fine. More shit to blow up.”
The beast roared.
I stretched. “Alright, who’s taking point?”
“Me, obviously,” Bakugo snapped.
Everyone ignored Bakugo as my class pushed me forward.
"You are unstoppable, go!"
They threw me like a cheap Pokémon. Bastards.
I twirled my bat. "Fine. I'll do it again."
The earth beast in front of me snarled, shifting its weight, thick limbs crushing trees like twigs. Pixie-Bob really went all out on these things.
"Think you can one-shot it?" Sero called.
"One way to find out." I adjusted my grip, cracking my neck.
Mina grinned. "Bet you fifty yen you gotta hit it twice."
"Make it a hundred, coward."
She laughed. "You’re on."
The beast lunged, shaking the ground. I took off, feet barely touching the dirt before I closed the gap. Its claws swiped down, big enough to turn me into a smear, but I twisted mid-step, sliding under the attack. I swung—bat connecting with its jaw in a clean, upward arc. The impact cracked through the air. The beast's head snapped back, body stumbling, its feet dragging through the dirt as it fought to stay upright.
"Still standing!" Kaminari called.
"Shut up." I took another step forward, twisting into the next swing. The bat crashed into its temple with a sharp crack. The thing went stiff for half a second before its whole body locked up and collapsed.
Dust settled. The group stared.
Mina whistled. "Damn, alright, but I still won. Hundred yen."
Kirishima patted my back. "Bro, you're built different."
"I know." I kicked the beast’s side. No response. "Who's next?"
A second one crashed through the trees.
Bakugo shoved past me, cracking his knuckles. "Move, extra. My turn."
"Yeah, yeah, knock yourself out." I stepped back as he launched forward, explosions firing off like grenades. The second beast didn't last long.
"Alright, let's move!" Iida called. "We still have a long way to go!"
The group pushed forward, dodging more of Pixie-Bob’s bullshit creations. Trees blurred past as we ran, jumping over roots, climbing rocks, cutting through thick brush. The terrain kept changing—open fields turned into steep inclines, rivers cut through paths, cliffs forced detours. The Pussycats weren’t making this easy.
Uraraka tripped on a root. I grabbed her arm before she could eat dirt. "You alright?"
"Yeah! Just—wasn't looking."
"Try not to die," I called, already jumping over the next set of rocks.
"We're trying!" she yelled back.
Another beast crashed through the trees. Shoji and Tokoyami moved first, Dark Shadow wrapping around the thing’s legs, pulling hard enough to unbalance it. Shoji followed up, slamming a fist into its gut, forcing it back. The thing roared, but before it could recover, Todoroki raised a hand—ice shot up its legs, freezing it in place.
"Done," Todoroki said, already moving forward.
"Show-off," Kaminari muttered, sparking his fingers.
More beasts kept coming. Everyone got their turn. Kirishima and Sato tanked through two, punching straight through their rocky hides. Jiro and Momo handled one together—Momo creating explosives, Jiro using her jacks to knock it off balance before setting them off. Even Aoyama managed to do something useful, his laser slicing through a weaker one's leg enough to cripple it.
I dodged another swipe, rolling under a beast’s arm before smashing my bat into the back of its skull. It crumpled.
"We better be getting extra credit for this!" Kaminari yelled, throwing a bolt of electricity at another.
"If we don’t, I’m rioting," Mina called back, flipping over a fallen log.
The path ahead opened up into a steep drop. Below, more trees.
I glanced back. "We climbing, or jumping?"
Kirishima grinned. "We jump!"
Without waiting, he ran straight off the ledge, hardening mid-air.
I grabbed the back of his neck mid-leap, yanking him back so hard he nearly choked. “It was satire, you idiot. Don’t jump to your death.”
Kirishima coughed, stumbling as I set him back on the ledge. “I wouldn’t have died.”
“You say that, but you’re also the guy who thought eating fire was a ‘manly’ idea last week.”
“Okay, that’s different—”
“Is it?”
Mina hopped onto a rock. “Look, we gotta move. You wanna debate his survival instincts, or do you wanna get to camp before midnight?”
Bakugo scoffed. “Tch. Stop wasting time.” He launched himself off the ledge, explosions slowing his fall.
Kirishima dusted himself off. “See? He gets it.”
I snorted. "He is a certified idiot. Don't copy him." I pulled out a rope and tossed it to Kirishima. "Tie yourself with this. Put Mineta far away from the girls."
The perv started sweating immediately, and I did not need to know what kind of kink fantasy was running through his head.
Mineta immediately started shaking. "Wait—why me?!"
"Do you really want me to answer that?" I deadpanned.
Shoji grabbed him before he could make a move, wrapping the rope around him like he was packing away a rabid animal. Everyone else tied in without complaints, except Bakugo, who was already pissed about being part of this human centipede setup. "Tch, I don't need this crap."
"Cool. Jump without it, then," I said.
He clicked his tongue but looped the rope around his wrist. Once everyone was set, I turned to Uraraka. "Balloon yourself and everyone else. I'll jump down and pull you with me."
She flinched. "I-I get nauseous when I float too much. If I lose focus mid-air, I could drop all of you. I can't put everyone in danger."
"Camp's for getting stronger, right?" I grinned. "If you don't get over it, we all die. No pressure."
She went pale. "That is not how motivation works!"
"Sounds like a you problem." I adjusted my grip on the rope. "You trust me or not?"
She hesitated, eyes darting between me and the cliff. "That’s not the issue! I—"
"Then let’s make it simple. Either we do this, or you explain to Aizawa why we wasted an hour climbing."
Kirishima patted her shoulder. "Come on, Uraraka. We trust you. You got this."
Jiro nodded. "Yeah. And if anything goes wrong, we’re all tied together, so at least we’ll die as a team."
"Not helping!" she squeaked.
Mina grinned. "You think the teachers would actually let us die?"
"Yes," everyone said at once.
Uraraka groaned, squeezing her eyes shut before exhaling sharply. "Okay. Okay. Fine."
Comments
Marvin Baltes
kendo is also into it? i am giving my blessing since i very much like her
hector lyng
I'm dying, I'm dying of laughter hahaha
