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“Young Midoriya…please, for the love of everything that is sacred to our country, tell me you did not just make an improvised bomb from—and I’m still absolutely dumbfounded by this—A bottle of Young Bakugo’s sweat, duct tape, an empty plastic bottle, and a shock buzzer?” Toshinori knew he was screwed as soon as he seen that face on his successor. That face, it spelled out his doom as soon as it was made. And he was right.
How, in the hell, was he supposed to explain to Chiyo that Iida was coming to her with second degree burns from a damn IED?! Toshinori knew he was being irrational, but for the love of god, the boy literally made an improvised explosive device . How was he meant to scold the boy for such ingenuity—and dangerous decision making—when Nezu would have his head if he gave his successor anything less than an A+ for his creation!? It was a training exercise. A goddamn TRAINING EXERCISE . And his student had decided to throw an improvised impact grenade at the Iida boy, just to slow him down. He threw a makeshift impact grenade. At his classmate. For a training exercise . Where was the young boy who would blush like the middle schooler he was at the thought of a girl? Oh wait. He was still there. It was just covered by 10 layers of Bakugo-ness during literally any fight.
“S-sorry All Might! I just used what I had with meandthenusedabottleofKacchan’ssweattomakesomethingthatcouldslowIidadown!” Izuku…messed up. In his defense though, how was he supposed to know that the impact grenade that should’ve barely stunned Iida would do a lot more damage when he runs into it instead of it hitting the ground! That wasn’t supposed to happen! Though…he probably should’ve thought about that before using fifty milliliters of Kacchan’s sweat..but he really didn’t think Iida would run straight into it. “Young Midoriya, I’m not mad. Just…baffled, if I’m being entirely honest. How did you even know that would work?” Oh boy. This was gonna be embarrassing to explain.
“Well you see, when I was younger, I was fascinated with Kacchan’s quirk and how it worked. Since he could explode on command without any movement triggering it, naturally I assumed he could remotely detonate it. Which begged the question of whether or not he could control its volatility while it wasn’t in contact with him. And after some experiments, it turned out he could! So we made a bit of a lab in my backyard and started experimenting with different amounts of his sweat combined with different ignition factors. And after, admittedly quite a few hospital trips, we found that a small spark works best. So I just used that with the bottle and it worked! Of course Kacchan’s quirk has gotten stronger over the years so I had to account for that. After some calculations, I figured out that dropping one hundred milliliters down to fifty should cause the same reaction from when we were kids. Though apparently the harder the impact, the larger the explosion. I wonder what would happen if I threw one at the ground with full cowling? An experiment for another time!” Oh god no. He’s gonna make another one?! That…for the sake of everything, cannot be allowed to happen. Especially since the boy wants to throw one at the ground while using his RIDICULOUSLY POWERFUL QUIRK. “I’m afraid I’ll be shutting that train of thought down young Midoriya.” Better to let the boys ideas get shut down now rather than after he’s destroyed the damn school. Now, for the more important matter at hand. His successor cannot, under absolutely any circumstances, be allowed to be in unsupervised direct contact with Nezu. Absolutely not. He will not have the too smart for his own good teenager with the nuke of a quirk be taught by that demon of a rat. That spells the end of mankind.
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Nothing could have prepared Aizawa for the day he was about to have. He knew something was wrong the moment Toshinori walked into the teachers lounge with a worried expression on his face. “Toshinori. What happened. Now.” The former number one’s face paled dramatically when he spoke. Great. It was problem child. “What did he do.” Oh, it paled even further. Wonderful.
“You see Aizawa…he made what I could only call, an IED.” Fuck. “Continue.” He really doesn’t want him to. “As it turns out, the boy is able to make improvised impact grenades with young Bakugo’s sweat.” Double fuck. “Just wonderful. Continue.” Why does he get the feeling it gets worse. “He made it, using a fifty milliliter bottle of young Bakugo’s sweat, a dollar store shock buzzer, duct tape, and a plastic bottle.” Oh great. The problem child knows how to make IED’s using 4 ingredients.
“He then, threw said IED, directly at the ground in front of young Iida, who, at the time, was in the middle of performing his signature Recipro Burst. Unfortunately, he did not calculate the speeds at which the boy was moving, which resulted in Iida receiving second degree burns from the impact grenade, which he kicked at full force. As apparently, unknown to even young Bakugo himself until this incident occurred, when his sweat is not in direct contact with him, the harder the impact that detonates it, the larger the explosion. So what should’ve only stunned young Iida, covered the majority of his lower body in second degree burns.” Triple fuck.