"It's Masata! We et again!"
Two small tiger-like canine teeth showed as Himiko Toga smiled brightly. Because of her excitent, her cheeks were even slightly flushed.
Masata pretended not to notice her at all. He stared intently at Aizawa-sensei on the podium, as if Aizawa's face contained the secrets of the universe.
Just kidding.
Yaoyorozu was staring at him the entire ti. If he responded now, he'd basically be signing his own death warrant.
"…Hm."
Himiko puffed out her cheeks when she didn't get a response. They swelled like two little buns, making her look unexpectedly cute—so cute that soone might want to pinch them.
"Damn it, the new girl is so cute! I'm so jealous!" Mineta muttered from the front row, his eyes practically burning with envy.
"Give it up," Kaminari said rcilessly. "Even if she didn't know Masata, there's no way she'd go for you."
"Why?! Why can't I be loved by girls?! Kaminari, answer !"
Mineta grabbed Kaminari's shoulders and shook him violently, nearly turning his head into a blur.
Sero, watching from the side, added casually, "Most girls like guys taller than them. That's common sense."
Critical hit.
Mineta froze, then collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.
"My life is over!!!"
Lately, that had beco his catchphrase. At only 108 centiters tall, could he really find a girl shorter than himself?
anwhile, behind Masata—
"Don't even think about getting close to him."
Yaoyorozu leaned slightly toward Himiko, her eyes sharp like a cat guarding its territory. She still hadn't forgotten the forest incident.
"Hm~"
Himiko didn't seem bothered at all. She simply rested her chin on her desk and stared at Masata's back, her legs swinging idly beneath her chair. She looked like soone waiting to be coaxed.
What is this?!
Yaoyorozu's mood plumted.
It felt like a green warning flag was waving right above her head.
"Masata~ Masata~"
Himiko reached forward, poking Masata's back repeatedly with her slender fingers. She even scratched lightly at his shirt, sending a strange tingling sensation up his spine.
"My dorm room is right across from yours," she whispered cheerfully. "Co visit tonight~ I have all kinds of knives in my room!"
What kind of invitation is that?!
The first half sounded tempting. The second half sounded like a murder scene waiting to happen.
Cold sweat ford on Masata's forehead.
What do you do when a slightly unhinged girl fixates on you? Asking for help. Urgent.
Unfortunately, Yaoyorozu had reached her limit.
"Huh? Who do you think you are?"
Her voice grew louder. "Toga… I rember you! You're the one who tied up!"
A visible anger mark appeared on Yaoyorozu's forehead.
Is that really the main issue here?!
Masata, caught between the two, wisely chose silence. At tis like this, saying nothing was the best survival strategy.
"Enough whispering!" Aizawa's voice cut sharply through the classroom. "Put on your combat uniforms and gather at Gamma Training Ground! Toga, you'll participate as well. You've fallen behind."
A dark aura radiated from him, instantly silencing the room.
"Hah… saved."
Masata ntally thanked Aizawa for the tily rescue.
On the way to the training ground, Masata stayed close to Yaoyorozu, constantly reassuring her.
"She's just an overenthusiastic fan."
"My mom already treats you like family."
"You're the only one I care about."
Bit by bit, Yaoyorozu's mood softened. A faint sweetness replaced her earlier anger.
"Family, huh? That sounds like an arranged marriage," she muttered, though the smile she tried to hide betrayed her happiness.
When they reached Gamma Training Ground, Masata stood off to the side, looking slightly uninterested.
Developing an ultimate move?
He already had plenty.
"Great Eruption," "Hellhound," "Lava Burst Fist"—each one was already a top-tier technique that scaled with his strength. "teor Volcano" and "Volcanic Eruption" could reshape entire landscapes. And then there was "Flaming Susanoo," capable of sweeping through enemies alone.
Oh—and he'd recently awakened Conqueror's Haki.
Maybe he could refine that further.
However—
"In consideration of your current strength, Igarashi," Aizawa said flatly, "you will serve as a temporary instructor during this training session. Helping your classmates develop their ultimate moves is part of your responsibility as class leader."
Masata blinked.
"Since when did class leader responsibilities include being a substitute teacher?!"
Aizawa ignored him.
Given Masata's destructive capabilities, letting him freely experint here might level half the facility anyway. This solution was safer.
The training quickly began.
Centoss constructed specialized terrain for different students.
Ectoplasm created clones to test combat ideas.
Midnight oversaw evaluation and refinent.
And Masata, reluctantly promoted to assistant instructor, walked among his classmates offering suggestions.
Watching everyone throw themselves passionately into training, Masata's lips curved upward.
"This might actually be pretty interesting."
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