MHA: Bat to the Future: The Other Midoriya[Completed] Ch78- Wild Date

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Well when I posted Favorite Country/Culture images, I forgot Greece, although I generated the images. Chile was also asked after that so here you go!

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Chile

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There will be a second chapter.

Mina grabbed my arm and dragged inside. The receptionist barely looked up as we checked in, handing us gear—light armor, gloves, and impact sensors to track hits.

"Should I get serious or nah?" I asked.

She grinned, strapping on her gear. "Oh, you’re going down first."

We stepped into the main zone—a bunch of platforms, walls, and cover spots. So people were brawling, so were running the agility courses, and a few were ssing with the high-ground challenge. A massive scoreboard tracked wins and K.O.s.

Mina cracked her knuckles. "Alright, Midoriya, let’s see if all that cockiness holds up."

I flexed my fingers. "You sure you wanna hype this up? This might be your first loss."

"Pfft. Please. You’re cocky, but I’ve seen you fight. You take too many hits for fun."

"Only against people who can’t land real ones."

She pulled her gloves tighter. "Talk big all you want. I’m still wiping the floor with you."

We squared up, sensors blinking to show we were locked into a match. A countdown flashed overhead.

3… 2… 1…

She moved first. Quick, low stance, already closing the gap. I dodged left, but she read it and cut off, swinging a kick at my ribs. I blocked, stepped in, and aid a jab. She ducked under and clipped my side with a punch.

"Point—Ashido!" the system announced.

I rolled my shoulders. "Alright, alright."

She winked. "I’m just getting started."

I shot forward, feinting left before sweeping her legs. She jumped, twisting midair, but I caught her foot and yanked. She hit the ground, but instead of staying down, she rolled and kicked up, nearly catching my chin.

I backstepped. "Not bad."

"Not bad? Bitch, I’m winning."

I smirked and lunged again.

Fighting Mina was like fighting a human firework—unpredictable, explosive, and way too much fun. She didn’t rely on pure strength like Kirishima or Sato, but she had movent and speed locked down. Every hit ca with a trick, every dodge led into another attack. I had to stay on my toes.

She spun into a roundhouse, acid flicking from her palm. It wasn’t enough to burn, but it slicked the floor. I skidded slightly, and that was all she needed. A punch to my gut, followed by a knee to my ribs.

"Point—Ashido!"

"Fuck’s sake," I muttered.

She grinned. "What’s wrong? Thought you were winning?"

I exhaled, rolling my neck. "Alright. No more nice guy."

I dashed in, faking a right hook before twisting into a kick. She barely dodged, and I followed up imdiately, keeping her on the defensive. She flipped back, but I cut her escape off, sweeping her foot before she could land.

She hit the ground. I dropped on her, pinning her wrists. "Point—Midoriya!"

She blinked up at , then smirked. "Oh, that’s how we’re playing, huh?"

I barely had ti to react before she yanked down, flipping us over. My back hit the floor.

"Point—Ashido!"

She leaned over , grinning. "Gotcha."

I huffed. "Not for long."

I kicked up, knocking her balance. She stumbled, and I rolled us again, locking her down.

"Point—Midoriya!"

She huffed. "Okay, now you’re just copying ."

"Worked, didn’t it?"

She laughed. "Alright, truce?"

"Truce."

We let go at the sa ti, flopping onto our backs. The scoreboard flashed.

Winner: Ashido.

I groaned. "Ugh."

She pumped a fist. "Hell yeah!"

I sat up, shaking my head, hiding a smile. "Fine. You got ."

She stuck her tongue out. "Damn right."

We got up, shaking off the fight. Other players were still going at it, so watching us now, probably because we had put on a show.

Mina stretched. "So, round two, or are we trying sothing else?"

I glanced at the obstacle course section. "Climbing challenge."

She grinned. "Oh, you’re gonna lose."

I scoffed. "Wanna bet?"

"Yeah. Loser buys dinner."

"Deal."

We moved to the climbing area—vertical walls, ledges, and moving platforms that required strategy and speed. A few guys were struggling at the higher levels. The hardest part? No quirks. It was all technique. Not that I had one and hers wasn’t that useful in this situation.

The countdown started.

Mina jumped first, grabbing a ledge and swinging up. I followed, keeping pace. She had the advantage—more flexible, better at adapting mid-move—but I had raw strength on my side.

We climbed fast, moving through the course without hesitation. She leaped to a rotating platform, but I took a different route, aiming for a direct climb instead of sideways movent.

She smirked. "Trying to out-think ?"

I grinned. "Always."

She jumped again, but this ti, I saw the mistake. The platform wobbled, and she lost montum. I surged ahead, grabbing the final ledge and pulling up.

The buzzer rang.

Winner: Midoriya.

Mina landed next to , panting. "Damn. You actually won one."

I smirked. "Looks like you’re buying dinner."

She groaned. "Ugh. Fine."

We climbed down, shaking off the run. The arena was still alive with energy, but we had done enough. We turned in our gear and stepped outside. The night air was cool, the city still buzzing.

Mina stretched, rolling her shoulders. "That was fun as hell."

"Told you."

She shot a look. "So, what’s next?"

I checked the ti. "Food. I won."

She sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Let’s eat."

We found a nearby spot—so hole-in-the-wall ran place. We grabbed a booth, ordered, and settled in.

She leaned on the table. "You ever think about what we’re actually doing?"

I raised a brow. "What, hero shit?"

"Yeah. We just passed. We’re kinda legit now."

I chuckled, "Phrasing. That sounds like you are after my innocence. I will let you know, I do not do on first date."

Mina smirked, leaning on the table. "First date? So, you’re saying there’s a second?"

I tapped the side of my bowl. "Depends. You paying?"

She clicked her tongue. "Shit, I knew there was a catch."

"That is life, Bubblegum. Nothing cos free."

She rolled her eyes, grabbing her chopsticks. "Yeah, yeah. Eat your damn food."

The place was quiet, just a few late-night custors minding their own business. So guy at the counter was watching the news, the volu low, showing clips from so villain shit.

We finished eating. I paid. Mina whined about it for a solid minute, but I waved her off.

"You lost. I win. Shut up and accept it," I said, tossing so bills on the counter.

"That’s so toxic masculinity right there," she grumbled, slurping up the last of her ran.

"Nah, that’s just being a gentleman. Know the difference."

She leaned back, tapping her stomach. "Man, you just wanted an excuse to flex your wallet."

I stood up, stretching. "Yup. And you fell for it. Classic mistake."

She rolled her eyes but grabbed her jacket. "Fine, whatever. But next ti, I’m paying."

I laughed. "Yeah, we’ll see about that."

We stepped outside. The city was still awake, but the streets had thinned out. Neon lights flickered, cars rolled by, and the distant hum of life filled the air. Mina stretched, rolling her shoulders.

“Sooo, wanna sneak into my room?” She shot a grin, head tilted like she wasn’t expecting an answer, just watching for a reaction.

I looked at her, deadpan. “You know teasing is not a good idea. I may be Japanese, but I am not a beta protagonist. I don’t blush, faint, or run from girls.”

She snickered. “Oh? That so?”

To prove my point, I grabbed her waist and pulled her in. Her grin froze for a split second before her cheeks darkened—not as obvious as soone with lighter skin, but it was there. People always thought she couldn't blush, but blood was blood.

“Oh?” I smirked. “What’s this? Miss Ashido actually flustered?”

She recovered quick, but I saw the flicker in her eyes. “Flustered? Bitch, please.” She pressed closer, resting her chin on my shoulder. “If anything, you just gave an excuse to stay right here.”

I humd. “So, this is where you admit you have a thing for ?”

“Nah, I just like the free heat.”

"That so? Then let’s check." I let go of her waist and stepped back. She didn’t move. Just stood there.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” I muttered.

She huffed. “Fine, fine, you got .” She looped an arm around mine. “But let’s be real, this was happening eventually.”

“Yeah, yeah.” I glanced at the ti. “We heading back, or you still feel like loitering?”

She pulled out her phone, checked sothing, then shrugged. “We can head back, but we gotta stop sowhere first.”

I raised a brow. “Sowhere?”

“You’ll see.”

I rolled my eyes but let her drag along. We moved through the streets, passing late-night food stalls, convenience stores, and a few idiots drunkenly arguing over sothing pointless.

Eventually, she stopped in front of a vending machine, scanning the options. “Alright, be honest—what’s your go-to?”

I shrugged. “Anything that kills faster.”

Mina nodded like I just said the most reasonable thing ever. “So, soda, cola, or Fanta?”

I leaned against the vending machine, scanning the options. “Whichever has the most chemicals.”

“Cola it is.” She punched in the code and grabbed the can when it dropped. “You’re not gonna be one of those old guys who drinks black coffee and calls kids weak, are you?”

“Nah, I’ll be the old guy who spikes his coffee and calls kids weak.”

She snickered and popped the can open. “Alright, grandpa, let’s get moving before you start ranting about ‘back in my day.’”

We got to the dorms, and of course, half the class was already peeking out the windows like nosy neighbors with nothing better to do. The second I looked up, the whispers started.

“Oh my God, he actually—”

“Are they holding hands—”

“Shut the hell up, he’ll hear—”

I sighed, tilted my head back, and yelled, “Get the fuck back into your rooms before I go dieval on your asses!”

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You tap the glass.

The fish turns.

“I know what you did.

Or rather… what you didn’t.”

It swims away.

The tank spells:

“LURKER.”

A stingray slaps you emotionally.

No Pancake for you!

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