Nvm, updating you guys about the other book somehow motivated me to finish this chapter not even a full day after. 😎👍
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][ Previously: Oh yeah Serizawa's leg is badly hurt. Ryo smacks Re-Destro. Mob trains with Izuku. Mob is dechildafied. Everyone is simping for the fat broccoli now and it's getting weird. ][

     "FIGHT ON! FIGHT ON! FIGHT ON!" Mob ran behind his hovering phone, struggling to chant along with them. Shoto jogged at his right, not even trying the chant. The chills his right side emitted helped to regulate Mob's temperature. On the other side of Mob were Izuku and Ochako. The girl joined because she decided the added exercise might help and she heard about Mob fainting and wanted to assist however she could. Izuku usually ran in the mornings, but he changed his schedule a bit since running with others was more fun anyways. Ochako and Izuku chanted along for the fun of it. From the calls with the Body Improvement team before and after running, they had quickly grown to like the muscular teens. As a unit, the four ran at a steady pace.

     The jog ended without any faintalities, to everyone's relief. Mob panted the hardest. Hands bracing on his knees, his body shook as he recovered.

     "You're improving a lot, Mob!" Musashi remarked through the camera. The guys passed the phone around on their end to see the improving teen. Shoto offered Mob another block of ice, which he gladly placed on his head and let melt into his hair.

     "Th... Th... Thanks, guys..."

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     What was he supposed to wear?

     Mob laid out all of his outfit options on the ground and stared at them. It was late, the sun had set already and everyone was preparing for bed. But Mob's brain couldn't stop swirling. Earlier that day while at work, Mob mentioned Ritsu's invite to Reigen. The man started up skeptical, but then did a 1-80 after finding out how many followers the religion had: 800,000+. Apparently, becoming a religious figure was part of being a man? ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌ He was then given some cash to spend on clothes, but he wanted to see what options he already owned first.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

     "Ay, Mob! Want to play a guys only game of Uno??" Sounded like Kaminari.

     "Huh?"

     "Come onnn! It'll be fun!"

     Mob didn't know Kaminari very well, so he wondered why he'd invite him. Still, the idea of taking his mind off all the stress did sound nice.

      "..Okay. Sounds good." Mob turned from the tough decision and opened his room door.

Splash!!

     Bowl cut flinched and squeezed his eyes tightly shut as a large glass of cold water drenched his face.

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     The blond with a black zig-zag in his hair and Mineta burst out laughing. Together, they wheezed and giggled like little kids. "Gogogogo!" Mineta tugged on the blond and the two ran away. Mob just blinked a few times, still registering what the heck happened. After the two vanished from the hall of dorm rooms, Mob turned back into his room and grabbed a towel. He dried off his hair, face, and floor.

     "So, I guess this is what it's like to get pranked, huh, Freckles?" He asked the little fish, who was just staring at him. The fishy danced toward the top of the water and gulped some air. Then it blew a bubble at him. Mob chuckled and smiled. "You're right. At least they weren't being rude about it." Their prank was harmless in the end. A far cry from the torment he had endured in Mogami's mind game of a world.

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     "Guess I better take this to the laundry room." Mob carried the towel out to do just that. On his way out, Kaminari and Mineta scurried past him. He stopped and watched from afar as the two played the same trick on Izuku next door. And just like with him, the two scurried away laughing. Ah.. so it wasn't even a targeted attack. They were just pranking everyone. "I can get you a towel if you need." Mob offered the greenette.

     "Thanks.." Rubbing some of the water out of his eyes. Mob hurried now to the laundry room and traded his damp towel for a dozen dry ones. He carried the stack over and Izuku grabbed one off the top. "Think we should stop them?" The freckled one chuckled while drying off his face.

     "I don't know.." Mob watched as the two troublemakers crept up to a door further down the hall with another full cup of water. "They don't seem to be hurting anyone."

     "Yeah.. I guess you're right." Izuku sighed. "...So, I heard you were going back home this weekend. What do you usually do when you visit?" Fluffy hair started up casual conversation as the other pair went on to prank Sero.

      "Usually, I just meet up with my friends for the evening, have dinner with my family, and spend the night in my old room. Nothing too special."

      "Aww. Well that sounds ni-"

      "-but this weekend is going to be different."

      "..Hu?"

     Mob wasn't even retaining eye contact with the other as he continued. "...Apparently, the religion started because of my actions has grown... They want me to be their leader too." He found himself smiling. "Heh... I guess I've gotten really popular back home."

     "A lot of girls have been calling me as well."

     Izuku was...confused. "That sounds...a little strange...."

     "But awesome!"

      "RRRAAHHHHHH!" Bakugo erupted shortly after being splashed in the face. "I'LL KILL YOU!!!"

      "HAHAHAHAHH!"
      "HAHAHHAHAHAHAH!" They...didn't care.

      The troublemakers ran away before Bakugo could pounce, leaving him alone in the hall with the two main characters.

      "WHAT ARE YOU IDIOTS LOOKING AT?!"

      "Do you want a towel?" Mob offered. He'd been using his telekinesis to place them in front of the pranked people and was now down to only three.

     "H### LIKE I NEED YOUR HELP! You're in on it, aren't you?!"

     "N-no." Mob.

     "THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM, TURD BRAIN?!"

      "I-I-I-I-I--"

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      "Oh come on, Kachan. They're just throwing water around." Not being the stuttering mess for once somehow gave Izuku the confidence he needed to stand taller. Bakugo didn't like the other's attitude one bit.

      "I'LL TEACH YOU LITTLE S###HEADS NOT TO MESS WITH ME!" The blond stomped their way, face, hair, and shirt still sopping wet. Izuku stepped in front of Mob, entering serious mode. His skin started to glow with streaks of bright color.

     "Kachan.." Head lowered, the greenette warned. Bakugo huffed.

     "DON'T YOU KACHAN ME, BRAT!" Looked like he was approaching with the actual intent to hurt them.

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     Every chance he got, Mob avoided conflict.

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     Especially when it was with other people.

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     He was even passive while bullied. But...

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     Here Izuku was ready to stand up for him. Maybe even hurt himself over it.

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      Guess that meant it might be worth it to stand up for himself.. just a little.

      Mob rose his hand and Bakugo's whole body froze in place. "WHAT THE H###!?!" The blond fought against the other's control. "LET GO OF ME!"

      "Only if you leave us alone." Mob offered an out.

      "LIKE I'D BEND TO YOUR D### WHIMS! RELEASE ME AT ONCE OR I'LL KILL YOU!"

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      Mob didn't quite understand why Bakugo ticked him off so much. Well.. guess it wasn't too hard to figure out. The teen was supposed to be a hero in training..and yet he was acting like a villain.

      "Why do you act so irrationally? You're being a complete jerk for no reason." Mob's voice lowered. Izuku's head twisted to the shorter one, mild terror in his eyes. Oh no.. Mob sounded like he might want to fight as well.

     "What did you call me, brat??" Spiky hair growled.

      "You keep pushing everyone around and acting like you're above them..but you're not. Everyone has their strengths and weaknesses. We all need each other."

      "#### off, shorty! I don't need that crap! I'M MORE POWERFUL THAN ANYONE ELSE HERE! YOU'RE ALL JUST USELESS EXTRAS!!"

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      Bakugo was released but immediately following came an intense weight on his shoulders. The teen felt like he'd suddenly gained a thousand pounds. He grunted, knees shaking just to hold himself up. Bakugo's crimson eyes glared up at Mob. A savage snarl slipped through his teeth as he noticed the boy's hands now flexed and pointing downward. Mob's hair was even floating again.

      "YOU'RE DOING THIS TO ME, AREN'T YOU?!" His weight increased until he physically couldn't hold himself up anymore. Bakugo fell onto his hands and knees and even then his arms trembled. The ground began to crack under Bakugo's arms and he shouted defiantly.

      "Mob..? Mob, stop!" Izuku spun to the shorter one with a worried look plastered over his face.

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      Mob had enough of Bakugo's attitude. "I fought a guy like you before.. Heard about it on the news? He's in prison now." The weight suddenly relented. Bakugo's arms continued to shake uncontrollably until he tipped over onto his side. A tight breath slipped out of the teen. His eyes blinked tiredly. It took a moment to even register that it was over.

   "OOOHHHHHHH!"
   "OOHHHHHHHHH!" Both Mineta and Kaminari watched from further down the hall. That was both an amazing show of power and crazy roast!

     "Who knew Mob would be the one to dish out a whooping for Bakugo!?"

      The blond teen grunted as he pushed himself up on weak limbs. "I was not who-oped!" His voice cracked, but his vengeful glare was enough to scare the two pranksters away again. Bakugo wiped the sweat from his face and studied the cracked floor below him. Izuku sighed in relief, glad to see it looked like this was where the conflict would end.

      Bakugo turned away without a word and headed to his dorm room. He stopped at the open door and with a plain face, glanced back at Mob through the corner of his eye. "So you took down a villain already, huh..?"

      Mob nodded.

      "Tfh... Guess that's not so hard to believe..." And then he disappeared to his room, not to be seen for the rest of the day.

      "..Are you alright, Mob?" Izuku placed his hand on the other's shoulder after noticing he was shaking a little. Mob stood in shock, horrified by what he had done in his moment of anger.

      "...You have permission to slap me next time..." The boy murmured.

      "Oh-.. Alright."

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      The next day, Bakugo didn't even make eye contact with Mob, which was fine with him. Maybe the guy would finally learn to stop picking on his classmates? ...Probably not. He was a bit too stubborn for that.

      But, that day at school came and went like the Flash. It was back to work for him.

      "Say, Mob.. Come here for a second." Reigen urged Mob toward his desk mere seconds after Serizawa left for his afternoon classes. Mob crossed the room as his master pulled out a file and laid it over his desk. "Don't tell Serizawa about this, but I've been looking into something back home." He said while pointing at a collection of pictures. In them showed terribly large cracks in buildings, bridges, and just about everything else manmade.

      Mob blinked, confused. "Why wouldn't I tell Serizawa?" Glancing across the desk at the man. Reigen rubbed his chin and covered his mouth.

      "I don't know why, but he got scarily defensive about the case when I brought it up to him.."

      "What is it?"

      "You see these pictures?" Reigen leaned against the desk and traced his finger over the collection of photos. "These were taken about a week ago. Old clients came to me, wondering if it was spiritual.."

      "That's...a lot of damage. And are those roots?"

      "Yeahh... I assumed it wasn't anything big at first, but then the calls just stopped."

      "... Wait, what?"

      "I know, right?? Kinda freaky if you ask me! No one would even respond to me when I questioned them. I even checked out the local news and all the stuf about property damage just completely stopped. Literally nothing is coming from that place except for propaganda about that broccoli we grew earlier. ...Hhhh... Which..leads me to the conclusion that something shady is going on over there... So, how about this??" Excitedly, Reigen ripped a folded sheet of paper from his pocket. On it were very crudely written words and depictions of what they said. "I say we just go over there, rip that broccoli out of the ground, and toss it into the ocean!"

      "Huh.? But why?"

      "I'm getting ahead of myself here. Sorry.. I think those roots belong to none other than the giant broccoli. And-and my mom said that recently she planted watermelon, which completely sucked all the life out of the soil! Now just imagine; a giant broccoli sucking all the life out of the earth! We'd be doomed! And, I wonder if this broccoli is somehow messing with people's minds or memories..so they don't turn on it. Come on, Mob! It won't be too hard after all!"

      Seeing his master so passionate about this really alerted him to the potential problem at hand. "...Okay." He agreed. This was going to be a pretty big mission.

      "That's the spirit! Now start preparing to leave a little earlier so we have time to scope the area out first! And I'm coming with you of course! Just..uhh... Don't tell Serizawa." Whispering for some reason, "I think that guy's onto me."

      Mob made a show about sealing his lips up tightly. Reigen chuckled and messed up the boy's hair. Guess they had a plan.

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      Alright... People were acting...a little strange.

      "Uraraka?! You too??!" Izuku's eyes grew the size of melons as his crush offered him some broccoli candy. Bakugo, Izuku, and Mob were entering the 1A classroom at the same time when a swarm of their classmates met them at the door.

      "Oh come onn, Deku! You make it sound like it's a bad thing! Just try it! You too, Bakugo!"

      Bakugo slapped the pieces of candy out of her hand, literal steam erupting from his nose. "NO WAY ARE YOU GOING TO MAKE ME EAT SOME STUPID VEGETABLE CANDY!!!"

      "Kachan!?" Deku protested to the other's rudeness.

       "Yeah, Bakugo, why you gotta be so rude about it?" Kirishima asked from further back in the crowd. "It's real nutritious too, like your energy drinks!"

      "LISTEN, I'M NOT STUPID ENOUGH TO TAKE CANDY FROM STRANGERS LIKE ALL'A'YOU!.. Now something REAL shady is going on with everyone and I'm going to need you guys to snap it the H### out!!"

      "Alright, everyone, just, hhhhhh, calm down and stop talking, alright?" Aizawa asked, standing at his podium already. No one had even noticed him entering.

       The rest of the school hours were, thankfully, broccoli drama free.

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      "Since you two seem pretty anti broccoli still, how about you help me remove it? It's in my home town, which I'm going to be visiting this weekend." Mob offered to Bakugo and Izuku as they walked together back to the dorms after a long day of training exercises. Somehow, their shared defiance brought them together, even Bakugo.

      Bakugo blinked, torn between not wanting to sound sissy by agreeing to join someone else's plan...but also really wanting to tear that broccoli to SHREADS. He settled with diverting his eyes and shrugging. "I dunno. If it means getting rid of that stupid broccoli, though, I might... I always hated broccoli anyways." Good save, bro.

      "I- I'll have to talk to my mom about it first..." Izuku bashfully rubbed the back of his head.

      "What about you, Icyhot?" Bakugo snarled at the Shoto as he was passing them, walking by himself.

     "Huh?" He side eyed the three.

      "Want to help us tear that big broccoli apart?!" Bakugo clarified, this time while smirking.

      "It's tempting.. but.. to be honest, I actually kind of like being a part of something bigger than my family drama... It's relaxing, actually."

      "OH COME ON! DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE BRAINWASHED TOO!"

      "Wow, that's a pretty offensive accusation to be throwing around."

      "H### LIKE I CARE!"

      Izuku grabbed Bakugo's arm and pulled the brute away. "Heheh, we're sorry, Todoroki. We-we'll just be leaving now.." Mob helped Izuku tear the screaming Bakugo away from another pointless fight.

      It took a little more time and cooperating, but eventually it was settled. Bakugo and Midoriya would join Mob and Reigen to take down that broccoli!

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      "You sure you don't want to stop by the hospital Eri's in to retrieve your powers real quick?"

       "Oh, no-no-no-NO! Mob, we're too terribly busy for that right now! I-I'm sure we can get all that sorted out after we return." Reigen assured Mob as he led the band of teens into the train station. Everyone pulled out their tickets at the booth and had them stamped before continuing.

      "..Now that I think about it... Kachan, you'll finally be able to go all out with your quirk! Because Mob will be there to catch it, you can blast clear through the stem!" For the first time, something Izuku said actually made Bakugo smile.

       "Yeahh, I'll have that thing out so fast, you'll just have to sit back and watch!"

       "Oh, hi guys!" Serizawa arrived, waving at the people he recognized. He still wore a boot on his foot but otherwise was perfectly mobile. Reigen craned his neck with an expression of mortification.

       "Wwwwhhaat are you doing here??"

       "Oh! Me?" Placing his hand on his chest. "I don't really know to be honest! Lord Psycho Helmet just told me to return to the Divine Tree at once!" He said, all cheery.

       "Wait .. what?" Reigen's voice was all shaky. If that broccoli was seriously calling in reinforcements, that would throw a massive rench in their plans!

       "What are you all going there for?"

        "Oh- um- uh!"

       "None of your business, #### hair!" Bakugo interrupted the awkward moment by shoving himself past Reigen and storming onto the train. "Better hurry up, or the train will leave you behind!" He growled to the rest. Everyone crammed inside just in time for the doors to close on them, Serizawa joining them.

       A shady hero leaned against a distant wall in the train station as his students entered the train. He'd had enough of this broccoli too. All the other teachers were slowly succumbing to its influence. So far, only himself and Nezu remained 100% opposed to it's influence. Because of that, the hero decided to take things into his own hands and check this broccoli out.

       He waited for the next train to arrive, which took about an hour. But that was better than running into his students and having to parent them again. Nah, he'd leave the troublemakers to the blond... unless anything were to happen to them, of course.

       Finally, the next train showed and everyone hurried inside. Aizawa was too slow to take a seat, so he stood holding onto the handlebar in front of a blind man in a trench coat. This blind man had black hair too, though his was short and combed to stick up a little. He sat with a pleasant little smile, even with nothing there to entertain him... Maybe he was listening to an audio book or something?

       An hour of traveling passed before at last the woman beside the blind man stood up to leave at her stop. Aizawa gladly took her place, sighing loudly as he plopped into the chair. He relaxed right away, already tired from the events of today.

      "So where are you headed, stranger?" The blind man lightly tapped his foot against Aizawa's.

       "Seasoning City." The man stated plainly.

       "Really?? That old piece of work..?" He chuckled, then leaned his head back. "I'm going there too. Mom's birthday. ..How about you?"

       "Just...work..matters." Aizawa could tell the blind man was trying to pry a conversation out of him, but he quite frankly couldn't be any less interested in engaging right now.

      "...Is that so..? How exciting." He said that unironically somehow. "What's this?" The blind man reached up and grabbed the thing that had been rubbing against his shoulder. "Feels weird for a scarf."

      The longer haired man nudged the other's wrist away. "It's because it's actually a weapon. It's part of my hero attire."

      "You don't say." His smile broadened. "So you're a hero, then?"

       "Mmh..." A very low effort answer from Aizawa as he leaned further back into his seat, arms crossing over his chest. Hair fell into his face and he wished to get some sleep.

       "And you said you were here for work, right? Does that mean you're tracking down a villain? Is he on this train? Should I be scared?" Faking a voice shake at the end. This guy just wasn't shutting up now, was he?

       Closing his eyes, "Unless you're a villain, no." He mumbled.

       "Hmm..." A couple minutes of silence passed. Aizawa got a few winks, but unfortunately the rattling train and stranger fidgeting to his right -- the blind one -- didn't help him get any actual rest.

       "So, what's your quirk?"

       "I like to avoid answering that while on a mission."

       "Oh come onnn.. What's your hero name at least?"

      "Eraserhead..." Aizawa reluctantly groaned.

      The man pulled out his phone and spoke into it. "Hey Seri, what is the hero Eraserhead's quirk?"

       ""Erase My Bed, the hit band in the mid 2030's, consisted of four members, but only one of them had a quirk...""

        "What??"

       "Tch..." Aizawa smirked, arms lifting over his head to brace his neck.

       "No, Seri, I said-... Hhh, nevermind." Defeated, the blind one slipped his phone back into his pocket. "Well... It's nice to meet you, Mr. Eraserhead." He stuck out his hand. Aizawa glanced at the side of the other's head. Behind his sunglasses, his eyes were simply closed.

       "Uhh, sure." He accepted the surprisingly firm handshake.

       "Need me to show you around? It's my home town we're going to, after all. I'd be happy to help."

      "No thanks. It shouldn't be too hard to find what I'm looking for." In God's perfect timing, the forest around the train cleared away and Aizawa pivoted his chin over his shoulder to peer out the window. It was a bright, sunny day. And standing ominously over the hills was a mound of green unlike any of the others. A brighter green than the forests all around, the broccoli made its appearance.

       Yep, it wouldn't be hard to find his target at all...