My Hero Academia: Complete Victory

EPIC! We've finally reached it. Soon, we'll overcome my JJK fic, and then I can pretend that it never existed. Anyway, this chapter is useless to the plot. It'll have a bunch of foreshadowing, but that's it. 

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It was an unusual day at UA High. Most students would have headed home or joined a club, but today was different. Class 1-A was hard at work transforming their typically clean, organized classroom into a spooky, Halloween-themed space. Paper bats fluttered on strings from the ceiling, pumpkins were clustered on desks, and a life-sized skeleton was propped in the corner, leaning against the wall with a slightly disturbing smile.

"Well, this still doesn't look right..." Momo Yaoyorozu, Class 1-A's Vice President, murmured, hands on her hips as she surveyed the scene.

Tsuyu Asui, sitting nearby with her face painted in shades of green and gray to match her zombie costume, raised an eyebrow. "You've said that three times now, Momo. Just pick one," she said, her tone calm but with a faint hint of amusement. "It's supposed to look a little chaotic, right? That's the whole point of Halloween decorations."

Momo sighed, glancing around the room again as if the missing piece might suddenly reveal itself. "I know, but it feels like something's missing... Maybe it needs more cobwebs in the corners?" She muttered, half to herself.

Just then, the door opened, and Ochaco Uraraka bounded in, her costume instantly drawing everyone's attention. "We got the stuff!" she announced, triumphantly holding up a bulging bag. Ochaco was dressed as a ball of mochi, wrapped in soft, white padding that made her look ready to bounce down the hall.

Behind her, Izuku Midoriya struggled to hold a large box filled with Halloween decorations and supplies, the weight of it making him wobble slightly. He was dressed as a mini version of All Might, complete with a carefully styled blond wig and a wide grin painted on his face to match his mentor's. He managed to set the box down, exhaling in relief.

"Anything else, Vice President?" Izuku asked, looking up with his usual earnest expression as he adjusted the oversized gloves that made his hands look comically large.

"Oh, thank you, that's perfect!" Momo said, her face brightening as she glanced through the supplies. "But, Izuku, could you go check with Iida? He's supposed to have the food ready by now, and we want everything to be perfect!"

"Of course! Be right back, everyone!" Izuku replied with a smile before darting out of the room.

Ochaco watched him go, then turned to take in the costumes of her friends around the room. She couldn't help but giggle as she noticed each one.

"Tsuyu, the zombie look suits you!" she said with a grin, leaning in to admire Tsuyu's smeared face paint.

Tsuyu blinked, tilting her head slightly. "Ribbit, thank you... I think?" she replied with a little smile, still keeping her usual stoic tone even with fake stitches drawn across her cheek.

Mina Ashido, dressed as a jar of jelly with her pink skin and purple "label" pasted across her shirt, turned to Ochaco. "And what about you, Miss Mochi? You look like you're ready to roll right out of here," she teased, laughing.

Ochaco puffed her cheeks, pretending to be indignant. "Hey, at least I'm delicious!" she retorted, though she couldn't hold back a laugh of her own.

Nearby, Mezo Shoji stood in a ninja costume, his face covered by a black mask that matched his all-black outfit. The only thing giving him away was his distinctive arms, which he had wrapped in dark cloth. He nodded to Ochaco in greeting, but his quiet nature kept him on the sidelines, surveying the room with his usual calm expression.

Ochaco then turned to Mashirao Ojiro, who was dressed as a samurai, his armor an intricate mix of black and silver fabric with a faux sword strapped to his side. "And Ojiro, you look like a real warrior! That costume suits you," she said with a bright smile.

Ojiro rubbed the back of his neck, looking modest. "Ah, thank you, Uraraka. It's actually from a play my cousin was in. She let me borrow it for today."

Finally, Ochaco's eyes landed on Momo, who was standing clipboard in hand, intently scanning over the checklist. "Wait a second… Vice President, you're not wearing a costume?" Ochaco asked, looking surprised.

Momo blinked, glancing down at her usual school uniform with a start. "Oh! Goodness, that's what I was missing!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening. "I was so focused on getting everything organized, I completely forgot! Just give me a few minutes, everyone—I'll be back in costume!" She quickly dashed out of the room, clipboard tucked under her arm.

Ochaco laughed as she watched her go, shaking her head. "Well, that's one thing solved," she murmured, sinking into a nearby chair with a satisfied sigh.

Meanwhile, Izuku was making his way down the hall, the faint sound of laughter and music drifting through the school as students decorated their classrooms. Principal Nezu had given everyone free rein to enjoy the holiday, and the spirit was infectious. But Class 1-A was determined to have the best-decorated room in the school, complete with a full spread of snacks.

Izuku finally reached the kitchen and opened the door, where the aroma of baked treats and savory snacks filled the air. "Hey, guys!" he called, stepping inside.

"Ah, Midoriya, good to see you," greeted Tenya Iida, Class President, looking up from the counter where he was busy arranging a tray of freshly baked scones. He wore a spotless white apron over his elaborate knight costume, complete with shining plastic armor. "And your costume is… All Might?" Iida asked, tilting his head as he examined Izuku's outfit with an approving nod.

Izuku rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "Yeah, it took forever to get the hair right, and I sewed most of it myself. I didn't want to let down the symbol of peace, you know?"

"That's admirable, Midoriya!" Iida replied, placing a gloved hand over his heart. "It shows true dedication to your hero inspiration!"

"Oh, thank you! Iida, are you done with the food by any chance?" Izuku asked, remembering his mission.

Iida blinked, looking at the array of treats laid out. "Almost! I've just got one last batch of scones to finish. I might need to prepare more if the turnout is high. We wouldn't want anyone to leave disappointed!" he said, his tone serious as he adjusted his helmet.

Izuku glanced around the kitchen, his eyes lighting up as he saw Eijiro Kirishima standing by the oven, dressed as a jar of peanut butter, complete with a brown cap that matched his outfit perfectly.

"Hey, Kirishima! What're you making?" Izuku asked, smiling as he walked over.

Kirishima grinned, pulling a tray of mini hotdogs from the oven with a proud look. "Just some mini hotdogs! I was gonna make sandwiches, but Sero got to them first. Feel free to try one, though—I made enough for everyone!"

Izuku reached for a hotdog, took a small bite, and nodded with approval. "These are awesome! You went all out with the presentation, too."

Kirishima beamed, crossing his arms over his peanut butter label. "Thanks, man! Halloween's the best time to go all out, right? Just wait until you see the haunted hallway Tokoyami's working on. He said he's gonna bring the 'dark energy,' whatever that means," he added with a chuckle.

Izuku laughed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as he thought about Tokoyami's plans. "He'll probably make it as spooky as he can. Let's hope Momo's ready for that..."

Iida turned, catching the last part of their conversation. "Indeed! A proper Halloween event wouldn't be complete without a touch of the macabre. Now, if we're all set, shall we head back? The festivities are just about to begin!"

...

Eventually, Izuku went off in search of more of his classmates. As he reached the entrance to Class 1-A, he heard the faint strumming of a guitar, accompanied by a rhythm that pulsed in the air. At the door, Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jirou stood side by side, tuning their instruments and chatting as they watched the hallways.

"Hey, guys!" Izuku called out as he approached, waving.

"Oh, it's Midoriya! What's up, man?" Denki greeted, dressed as a giant spoon, his grin wide and mischievous as he waved a gloved hand.

"Hey, Midoriya," Jirou nodded coolly, her fingers adjusting her guitar strap. She was dressed as a fork, complete with metallic gray accents and prongs attached to her headband. The two looked like they'd raided the utensil drawer for costume inspiration.

Izuku took in their outfits with a curious smile. "So, what are you guys doing here?" he asked, glancing between them.

Jirou sighed as if she knew this question was coming. "Why did you have to ask..." she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes as Denki struck a dramatic pose, clearly ready to explain.

"Because!" Denki announced, grabbing his guitar with a flair, "I, the ever-charismatic Fork, have chosen to take up a noble cause!" He strummed a loud chord, grinning ear to ear.

Jirou picked up her guitar with a resigned look. "And I, the not-so-enthusiastic Spoon, am here because he dragged me along for 'moral support,' or so he says." She strummed a simple riff on her guitar, her lack of enthusiasm clear, but her fingers played skillfully.

"Together," Denki declared with a flourish, "we're Spork!" He struck a rockstar pose, angling his guitar forward with a confident nod.

Jirou gave a small, half-hearted wave. "Yeah. Spork," she echoed dryly, barely holding back a smirk.

Izuku blinked, piecing together the reasoning behind their costumes. "Oh, so you're a guitar duo for Halloween? And by playing out here, you're drawing people in. That's… a pretty solid plan!" he said, genuinely impressed.

Denki puffed up, nodding. "Exactly! I even checked with Kuro, and he was down for it. So we're officially stationed at the door all day!"

Jirou gave a small shrug. "Yep, and I'm stationed here with him," she added, though she didn't seem entirely upset about it. Izuku knew Jirou's love for music was deep, even if she kept her cool exterior.

"Nice teamwork, you two!" Izuku replied, laughing. "Well, I've gotta go find the Class President, so have fun with the show, guys!" He waved as he started down the hallway.

As soon as he left, the two fell into silence, tuning their guitars. Finally, Jirou spoke up, her voice casual but pointed. "Spork is a dumb name."

Denki shot her a look. "Hey, it's better than 'Cutlery,' Jirou."

"Cutlery is a clever name. And at least it sounds like a real band. Who even uses sporks?" Jirou retorted, raising an eyebrow.

"Who even knows what 'cutlery' means?" Denki shot back, folding his arms, clearly attached to the name.

Jirou shook her head, sighing, "...Fine. Spork it is."

Denki grinned victoriously, giving his guitar a celebratory strum.

Meanwhile, Izuku continued down the hallway, taking in the lively atmosphere around him. Classrooms were bustling with energy, students moving back and forth in costumes as laughter echoed through the halls. It was a relaxing day by UA standards, but Izuku knew he couldn't let his guard down entirely. Soon he'd be heading for his Hero Recommendations, which meant every day was a chance to sharpen his skills.

"I wonder where Class President Kurokami went…" he mused, thinking of Kurokami Tenshin, Class 1-A's famously mysterious and somewhat unpredictable leader. Despite his responsible title, Kurokami was often found in odd places at odd times—if he wasn't goofing off somewhere, he was likely hatching some elaborate plan. Izuku knew that finding him might be an adventure of its own.

...

As Izuku looped back around, he decided to check in on Class 1-A's food area to see if anyone had spotted Kurokami, the elusive Class President. "Hey, Iida, have you seen Kuro around?" he asked, spotting Iida adjusting his knight costume with meticulous care.

"Ah, yes, Midoriya! He's back there," Iida replied, gesturing to a door toward the back of the room. "It's unlocked, so feel free to go in," he said before turning back to his clipboard, his eyes scanning the inventory with laser focus. As the second Vice President, Iida was determined to ensure everything was perfectly prepared and accounted for.

"Oh, thanks, Iida! I wish I'd asked you earlier..." Izuku chuckled to himself, opening the door. But instead of finding a proper food preparation area, he found himself back in his own classroom. He looked around, blinking in surprise.

"Wait... so the food area is just our weirdly large closet?" he said out loud, noting how it was filled with trays of snacks and drinks stacked on every available surface.

"Yeah, you couldn't tell?" came a voice from nearby. Eijiro Kirishima was lounging on a pile of fake bones, his peanut butter costume crinkling as he shifted to face Izuku. "Everything in this school is huge, y'know?"

"Good point," Izuku said with a smile before noticing a shorter figure nearby, sporting a bright costume. "Ah, President, there you are! Nice to see you."

Kurokami Tenshin, the Class President of Class 1-A, turned around with his usual enthusiastic grin. "Hey, Izuku! Whoa, you're All Might?! That's so cool!" he said, his eyes lighting up as he took in Izuku's costume.

"Oh, it's nothing much…" Izuku replied, a bit bashfully. Then he tilted his head, looking curiously at Kuro's outfit. "What are you wearing, though?"

Kuro struck a proud pose, adjusting his headband. "I'm the Monkey King! Son Goku!" His costume was clearly inspired by Sun Wukong from Journey to the West, complete with a red and gold vest, a headband, and even a tail.

"Don't you mean Sun Wukong?" Izuku asked, tilting his head.

"Nope! Son Goku, the Monkey from space!" Kuro replied, beaming.

Izuku blinked, trying to figure out if Kuro was serious. "I feel like that's from… a different show," he murmured, but he knew trying to correct Kuro was probably pointless. Sun Wukong and Son Goku were close enough, he supposed.

Before he could dwell on it, Bakugo Katsuki stomped in, carrying a large bag of ice cubes. He dropped it on the nearest table without a second glance, clearly expecting someone else to take care of it.

"Oh, hey, Kacchan! Great costume!" Izuku said, still a bit nervously, his usual cheer evident.

Bakugo barely glanced at him. "Of course, I'm a Shinigami," he replied, adjusting the large sword strapped to his back. He wore a black uniform layered over white, making him look like a grim figure against the festive background. He finally turned, giving Izuku a critical look. "And as expected, you're just All Might?"

"Well, it's a tribute before I become No. 1 myself!" Izuku said with a smile, though he could feel Bakugo's stare.

Bakugo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "Typical. So what are you supposed to be, dwarf?" he said, addressing Kuro with his usual bluntness.

Kuro didn't miss a beat, holding his head high. "Isn't it obvious? It's me, Goku!" he announced proudly, puffing out his chest. Then he added with a slightly crestfallen tone, "Though… I lost my Power Pole and my cloud…" He sighed, looking disappointed as he glanced around.

Bakugo sighed, arms still crossed. "The Jingu Ruyi Bang and the Flying Nimbus, you mean?" he replied, sounding faintly amused.

"Oh! Yeah, that!" Kuro said, his eyes brightening again.

Izuku looked at Bakugo in surprise. "I didn't know you were into mythology, Kacchan."

Bakugo shot him an annoyed glance. "There's a lot you don't know, Deku," he replied with a shrug, glancing at his watch. The party would start in just a few minutes.

Izuku straightened, realizing he still had tasks to finish. "Oh, right! I'd better get back to helping. Thanks, Kacchan! See you guys later!" He waved before hurrying off, heading back into the hall.

Once he left, Kuro seemed to realize that a tray of treats had been left nearby, and he grabbed one of the mini sandwiches, munching contentedly. Bakugo watched him for a moment, arching an eyebrow.

"...So, what's the sword for?" Kuro asked between bites.

Bakugo glanced at the blade on his back, clearly pleased with it. "It's from my cousin Rukia. I call it Zangetsu. Cool, right?" He pulled it out a little, the oversized weapon resembling more of a giant, flattened blade than an actual sword.

Kuro nodded enthusiastically, giving a thumbs-up. "Totally cool!" he said, his eyes bright with admiration.

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[Auther: Yo. That's the end of this special. No villains. No fights. Just slice of life. I didn't wanna do a fight scene, not out of boredom or because I'm tired but... I felt like this shows a lot more stuff, I struggle to show. 

P.S. I was planning on doing something involving Honkai but now? The lore is annoying me, so I'mma find something else...feel free to suggest ideas.