My Hero Academia: Complete Victory

I think this chapter will be around 6k words, but because I love being able to waste time under the guide, I'm making longer chapters.

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As Kuro came to the infirmary, the grogginess from his injuries slowly gave way to sharp pain. His body was bandaged and treated, with burn medicine applied liberally. His right eye, covered by gauze, throbbed with every movement, but his left eye opened just enough to scan the room. Did we lose? With effort, he ignored the pain and sat up slowly, groaning from the strain on his injured muscles.

As he shifted, his eye caught the figure across the room—Mei Hatsume. She was sitting near the window, tinkering with something that looked suspiciously like his hero suit. Tears streamed down her face as she worked, though her focus never wavered.

Kuro, still half-dazed, muttered, "Hello, Mei…"

Mei whirled around, her goggles catching the light as she wiped her face with the back of her sleeve. "They killed our baby, Kuro!" she cried dramatically, her voice cracking with emotion.1

Kuro, now more awake, winced at her choice of words. Our baby? His instinct was to run away, but his injuries had other plans, forcing him to stay put. "Uh... what do you mean by 'our' baby, exactly?"

Mei, entirely serious despite the tears, pointed to the charred remains of his hero suit. "The suit! I put my heart and soul into it, and it got destroyed. But don't worry, I've already started fixing it. I even added a little surprise."

Kuro raised an eyebrow—though the motion pulled painfully at the burn on his forehead. "A... surprise? What kind of surprise?"

Mei's face lit up, and her signature grin spread across her face. "It's a surprise! You'll find out in battle!"

The feeling of unease crept over Kuro. "It's not the self-destruct feature, is it?"

Mei's grin grew wider, bordering on mischievous. "Nope, it's even better!"

Kuro's sense of dread intensified. Is this how everyone else feels around me? he thought, momentarily reflecting on how his eccentricities might come across to others. He quickly dismissed the thought, reminding himself, No, no, I'm a great person. Definitely not like this.

Mei now focused entirely on repairing the suit, didn't seem to notice Kuro's internal struggle. As she worked, she casually asked, "So, Kuro, I was thinking... you should name our baby."

Kuro blinked, feeling more uncomfortable with every passing second. "What... what do you mean, name it?"

Mei didn't even look up from her work as she explained, "Every great invention needs a name. It's a sign of love and respect between the inventor and their creation. Since we both worked on it, our baby needs a name."

Kuro was at a loss. His brain, still fogged by pain and exhaustion, couldn't muster a clever name at the moment. "Uh... I don't know... maybe something simple?"

Mei, ever the problem-solver, didn't give him time to think. "How about... the Divine Spirit V1?" she said, her eyes gleaming with inspiration. "I took some inspiration from you—'Divine Spirit' fits your whole ego thing, right?"

Kuro sighed inwardly. Divine Spirit V1... great. Now it's named after me. He wasn't sure how he felt about it, but at least it sounded cool.

"Yeah... sure. Divine Spirit V1," Kuro agreed weakly, still wincing from the pain in his body.

Mei clapped her hands together, thrilled. "Perfect! It's a name worthy of our baby!"

Kuro, still too injured to move, could only smile faintly. Is this what my classmates feel when I do this? he wondered. It was... uncomfortable.

As Mei continued her repairs, Kuro let his body relax slightly, sinking back into the bed. Despite his discomfort, he couldn't help but be grateful. Mei, for all her quirks, had helped him create something powerful—something that had aided him in the match. And even though it was unsettling at times, her passion for invention was undeniable.

"Thanks, Mei," Kuro said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "For fixing the suit."

Mei who just had another idea popped into her head, "No problemo! Btw, you wouldn't mind if I added more stuff, right? I take the moment of hesitation as agreement!" Mei sped off, where? Idfk...

...

Kuro sat in the infirmary, the weight of the match with Todoroki still fresh in his mind. Divine Spirit V1, huh? He mulled over the name. Mei would undoubtedly be making a V2 from the remains of his suit, always improving, always tinkering. But Kuro's thoughts quickly shifted away from his hero suit and back to the match.

Todoroki was clearly not himself during the fight. Kuro could see it—the distraction, the conflict. Still, Todoroki's skill in battle was undeniable. Even with whatever issues he was dealing with, his precision and power were formidable. But Kuro, ever focused on solving problems in his unique way, came to a simple conclusion.

I just need to beat up whoever caused Todoroki's problem. That should fix things.

His logic, though questionable, was clear in his mind. As class president, it was his duty to help his classmates, right? And the best way to help someone was to eliminate the source of their troubles.

As Kuro sat there, waiting for his body to recover, he started to feel restless. I'm just sitting here... doing nothing. That didn't sit well with him. He wasn't training, creating, or improving. Welp, time to train! he thought to himself with sudden enthusiasm.

He couldn't do any intense physical training in his current state, so meditation it was. Kuro closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing, and mentally revisited the battle.

If I had mastered fusing my "Base" form with "Condensation," I could've finished Todoroki much faster. He needed to refine that technique. It was clear that the combination of his two forms held incredible potential, but without perfect control, it left him vulnerable.

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Meanwhile, outside the infirmary, the class had just finished another match. All Might and Aizawa, overseeing the students as usual, were preparing for the final match of the day. The class was buzzing with excitement and anticipation—this was going to be a big one.

Aizawa's voice cut through the chatter. "Alright, class. For the final match, we have..."

Everyone held their breath, waiting for the announcement.

"Toru Hagakure and Izuku Midoriya... versus Katsuki Bakugo and Denki Kaminari."

The tension in the room spiked immediately. All eyes turned toward Izuku, who felt his heart sink at the announcement. His eyes darted nervously to Bakugo, who stood across the room. That look on Bakugo's face—cold, distant, and filled with intensity—made Izuku's stomach churn with anxiety.

He's going to kill me in this match.

Izuku knew that Bakugo wasn't just going to treat this like a normal training exercise. There was something deeper, more personal, brewing between them, especially after Bakugo's earlier confrontation. The match wasn't going to be about strategy or teamwork for Bakugo—it was going to be a grudge match.

Toru Hagakure, standing next to Izuku, noticed the sudden shift in his demeanor. Though invisible, her clothes moved as she patted him on the back. "Don't worry, Midoriya! We've got this in the bag!" she said cheerfully, trying to lift his spirits.

Izuku gave her a nervous smile, appreciating the sentiment, but his mind was still locked on Bakugo's intense expression. We've got this in the bag... right?

Bakugo, on the other side of the room, cracked his knuckles, eyes locked on Izuku. His mind was already racing with battle strategies, but more than that, his emotions were boiling under the surface. Deku... you're not walking away from this match without feeling my power.1

Denki Kaminari, Bakugo's teammate for the match, glanced at him nervously. He knew that teaming up with Bakugo was always a bit of a wildcard. Bakugo was a powerhouse, but Kaminari also knew that Bakugo didn't care much about teamwork, especially when he had a personal vendetta on the line.

"You good, man?" Kaminari asked, trying to gauge Bakugo's mood.

Bakugo didn't bother responding. His eyes were still locked on Izuku, as if the entire room had faded away and only the two of them remained. Breath...I'll end everything here.

All Might's voice broke through the tension, reminding the students of the rules for the final match.

"Remember, heroes need to capture the objective or defeat the villains. Villains, your goal is to protect the objective and eliminate the heroes if you can! Use your quirks wisely, and work together!"

All Might's gaze briefly lingered on Izuku, sensing the unease radiating from him. This match will be a good test for Midoriya... but it could also be dangerous if Young Bakugo lets his emotions take control.

Aizawa, ever the watchful teacher, had already noticed the tension between Bakugo and Izuku. He didn't say anything, but his sharp eyes were already analyzing the potential outcomes. If Bakugo's too aggressive, I'll step in. No need for this to turn into something more than a training exercise.

The teams gathered their gear and prepared to head to the simulation area. As they suited up, Izuku's heart raced, but he kept reminding himself of one thing: This is just training. I have to stay focused.