(Momo POV – Field Gamma)
We were given thirty minutes to plan our strategy before the exercise officially begins.
Five of those minutes have passed in complete silence.
Not a single solid idea on how to deal with what we're up against.
'How can we even beat Kata?' I wonder, going over every scenario, tactic, and possibility I can think of… and coming up short every ti.
Finally, soone speaks.
“Yeah, I got nothin’.” Kaminari groans, ruffling his hair in frustration. “Like seriously—where the hell do we even start?”
I wish I had an answer for him. I really do.
“Class Prez is really strong, ribbit.” Tsuyu adds, her tone calm but honest. “I don’t really think we stand a chance against him.”
I don’t want to admit it, but… she’s right.
“Hey, co on!” Mina pipes up, trying to inject so energy into the room. “Let’s not just roll over. No one’s unbeatable! We’ve gotta have sothing we can do, even if it’s not much!”
For a mont, there’s a flicker of hope. But of course, Bakugo snuffs it out like a kicked lantern.
“Tch. Pathetic.” He folds his arms, glaring at all of us. “You extras scared already? I’ll just take him down myself. You can all just sit back and watch.”
We all stare at him, sowhere between disbelief and exasperation.
“Uh… dude?” Kirishima finally says, cautious. “You rember what happened last ti, right?”
Bakugo shoots him a vicious glare.
Kirishima throws up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I’m just saying! If you charge at him like that again, you probably won’t even reach him before he knocks you out.”
Bakugo clicks his tongue, but doesn't argue. He knows it’s true.
And once again, the air grows heavy.
I squeeze my fists at my sides, racking my brain.
'What can we do? What are we missing…?'
Then the answer hits .
Even if it's not a solution, exactly.
“…We can’t win.” I say softly.
The words hang in the air, ringing with finality.
But I don’t let the silence take root.
“But that doesn’t an we’ll lose right away.”
Everyone looks at in confusion and doubt.
“Kata can just… one-hit all of us, right?” Mina asks.
“Or hit us all at once with that crazy pressure thing he did to .” Kaminari adds with a wince.
“Or bombard us with energy constructs.” Midoriya chis in nervously, tapping his fingers together.
“Or turn the terrain against us.” Tsuyu adds.
It becos a chain reaction. One by one, we start listing all the ways Kata could end this before we can even make a move.
And then Todoroki speaks, his voice as calm as ever.
“In Hosu, he lifted every Nomu into the air… all at once. From across the city." He begins slowly. "Then vaporized them. He didn’t even need to see them. And Field Gamma is much smaller than Hosu. We can't even hide or approach without getting caught.”
Several people visibly shiver.
From the mont this starts… we could lose instantly without warning, and with no chance to react.
But then—
'Wait…' Sothing clicks. 'If he could end things imdiately… why doesn’t he?'
Not just now. Every match he’s been in—from class exercises to the Sports Festival—he always holds back. Lets people do sothing before shutting them down.
“He won’t beat us imdiately…” I whisper, but my words ring loudly in everyone's ears And they imdiately turn to look at .
“What do you an?” Todoroki asks.
“Haven’t you all noticed? He almost always lets his opponents attack, use their Quirks or strategies, and show what they're made of… before ending it.”
Mina raises a hand to her head, thinking. “You know… yeah. He did that at the Festival too.”
“That cocky bastard’s just toying with us.” Bakugo snarls.
“No.” I say firmly. “He’s not mocking us. He’s giving us a chance. Because we’re not being graded on whether we win or lose—but on how we act. How we strategize and cooperate. How we carry ourselves as heroes.”
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“So… he’ll let us attack before beating us?” Jiro asks, doubt lining her voice.
I nod slowly. “That’s what it looks like.”
“So we’re just going to show off, and not even trying to win?” Tsuyu tilts her head, speaking with blunt honest.
And… she’s not wrong.
“That’s weak.” Bakugo’s voice cuts through the air.
He steps forward, his boots crunching against the gravel with purpose, and jabs his thumb into his chest.
“Do whatever the hell you want, extras!” He growls, scanning us with a scowl that burns with scorn and fury. “But I’m not here to play gas. I’m here to win. I’ll crush that snow-globe bastard, or go down trying!”
He turns, practically vibrating with intensity. “And if you aren’t—stay the hell outta my way.”
For a mont, no one says a word.
We just stare.
So are stunned, so nervous… but everyone's a little electrified by the fire in his voice.
Then—
“Hell yeah!” Kirishima yells, slamming his hardened fists together with a loud crack that echoes through the yard like thunder. “Go big or go ho! That’s how heroes roll!”
Just like that, the heavy fog that had settled over us starts to lift.
“Who cares how strong he is?” Mina grins, bouncing on her toes, her energy infectious. “We’re strong too!”
“Yeah!” Kaminari flashes a crooked grin. “Alone we’re pretty aweso. But together? Even Kata’ll have to take us seriously.”
Even Todoroki… smiles. Just a small curl of his lips, but he's definitely affected. “We’re not helpless. We’ve trained for this.”
I blink.
Just a minute ago, everyone was drowning in doubt, and now they’re all fired up. Ready to fight what was an unbeatable foe.
I glance at Bakugo again—the spark that lit this fire—and he just huffs, looking away like he couldn’t care less.
But sothing about the timing makes wonder…
'Did he do that on purpose? Did he provoke us just to get us fired up?'
Or was that just… him being him?
I chuckle softly to myself. In the end, I suppose it doesn’t really matter.
“So, how’re we doing this?” Kaminari asks, looking around at the group.
Most eyes shift… to .
Just as mine instinctively shift… to Todoroki.
We lock eyes. He nods at , and I instantly grasp his intention.
That’s when I realize sothing.
There are things I can’t do.
I’m good at planning and thinking ahead, but…
I’m not as calm as Todoroki, who can stay cool under pressure.
I’m not a source of energy like Mina, or explosive drive like Bakugo and Kirishima.
I can’t raise the mood like Kaminari can, or be bluntly honest and fearless like Tsuyu.
But—
I can help in the way I know best.
Tactics, strategy, and structure.
I nod back at Todoroki and step forward, straightening my back.
“We’ve got fifteen minutes left.” I say clearly. “If you’re all okay with it, I’d like to share my strategy. Please jump in if you have suggestions. Let’s do this together.”
The group nods in unison, without fear or hesitation.
And just like that, we begin.
Not a strategy built on hoping Kata goes easy on us, nor made to drag out ti.
But one where we go in giving everything we’ve got.
A real plan, to give a real fight, and a real rescue.
'Kata… we’re coming for you.'
(Kata POV – Field Gamma)
'It's almost ti.’ I think as the final minute ticks down.
I wait patiently, glancing at the sky and letting the silence stretch on peacefully.
Of course, that peace doesn’t last.
“Co on, Kata~.” Midnight purrs beside , bound to a support beam. “Do it harder…”
I inhale slowly through my nose.
There’s exasperation, irritation, and a lot of patience.
“…Fine.” I say flatly, tightening the ropes around her.
“Oooh~ yes.” She coos, utterly unbothered by my lack of enthusiasm. “That’s perfectly snug. You've got experience, don't you?” She teases, even winking at .
I remind myself, for the tenth ti, that I can’t hit a teacher. Not unless it's part of the exercise.
She wriggles slightly against the bindings, sighing theatrically. “You’re so cold. Did that little stay-at-ho date we had an nothing to you?” She asks in a hurt tone that would sounds believable… if you didn’t know her or the full story.
I stare at her blankly.
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy this~” She smiles at sweetly.
‘Should I just gag her?’ I wonder.
It might help my sanity, but… I feel like she'd enjoy it too much./AMV_WEAKLY
But outside of that, I wish you all a wonderful night (or day).
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