#Aizawa and power loader are campaigning Nedzu to check the water in their dorms something has to be wrong with this year

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hi!! let me start this by saying that I love your writing to bits and I'm having a blast with all the extra info we're getting with the asks!!

im case you're still answering them, and since so far no one has taken the bait, I gotta ask: what's up with Hatsume's class and their obsession with Mirio in pez dispenser debris? and do Power Loader and Aizawa have some sort of support group?

(I'll sneak in that it's really funny to me that you wrote pez dispenser debris while procastinating studing for the bar exam, because I was also studing for the bar exam at the time you started posting it, and I procastinated studing by reading it 🤝)

WERE YOU THE PERSON WHO MADE A COMMENT ON ONE OF THE ORIGINAL POSTS ABOUT HOW YOU WERE READING IT AS A BREAK FROM STUDYING

Hatsume Mei and the rest of the support class insist they’re just joking about the religious cult aspect of it all but also everyone’s sort of nervously laughing in the corner because the entire school is increasingly certain that they’re not joking. Basically, Hatsume Mei has such fucking weird girl energy that she has brought a religious fervor to the invention of support technologies. It is a holy mission dedicated to making tech that is sick as fuck. Hatsume Mei infected them all with her maniac energy and they all started acting like her about it.

Power loader doesn’t know what happened okay this class is insane it’s insane and he was busy putting out all the literal fires and then one day he realized they were call each other Sibling and there was a shrine to a wrench with googly eyes in the corner of the room and when he tried to take it down all the students just stared at him, unblinking and still, with hammers and saws in hand, and there’s a white board? No one can use? Because they are manifesting the coming of their Chosen One? He is afraid?? He goes to the Hound Dog and he says “Hound Dog you are the guidance counselor and these kids they need some guidance please go guide them I don’t want to get out of my car in the school parking lot each morning I’m afraid man I’m afraid” and Hound Dog goes to them and he says “heyyyyy kids what’s. What’s up with all this.” And totally fucking normally those demon children all say “oh it’s just an inside joke” and so Hound Dog says to Power Loader “it’s just a joke man they’re kids let them have their fun” but it’s not it’s not a joke they all mean it now. He thinks they’re trying to lull him into a false sense of security so they can sacrifice him to the wrench. He is fighting for his fucking life over here.

He and Aizawa go drinking together every weekend.

One of the biggest issues with support technologies is how they interact with Quirks. Take Izuku. He is a nightmare to make support gear for. Everything just fucking breaks on him. Do you have this sick fucking electroshock bracelets you want him to try out in the field? Haha, no you don’t. You have useless shards of incredibly expensive and completely irreparable plastic and steel. He threw one punch and they blasted off of his body in seven different pieces. Sorry xoxoxoxo.

Mirio, before he was Quirkless? Utterly useless to design anything for him. It’d just fall off his body. They spent every day fighting for their lives to keep his pants on and never even had the option of support items past that.

It’s like that with everyone. You invented these sick fucking gloves that let you climb walls like spider-man? Well they’re not compatible with Bakugou’s Sweat Powers, so fuck that I guess. Like. Some heroes could use some gear, but frankly? Most of their day was designing clothes they could wear without accidentally blasting them off their bodies. Iida was a constant, secret battle against chafing. Before Mirio was Quirkless, they were busting out a loom to weave his own hair together. Everyone had some kind of absolutely disqualifying quality of their quirk that made half their prototypes useless.

They were sick of it. The vast majority of people who became heroes had flashy quirks, and the vast majority of flashy quirks are fucking nightmares to work with. It was ruining their creativity.

Don’t you ever want to go nuts? Full throttle? Plus Ultra? They wanted to stop fighting the Seven Hundredth Battle Against Iida Tenya’s Thighs and start inventing the kind of bullshit that is only legal because the government doesn’t even know to ban it yet. It was their calling. Their holy mission. Completely fucking thwarted by the fact that class a literally has a hero whose quirk means she has to be fully naked for max efficacy. What are they supposed to even do there? Nothing! They’re all so bored!

So they all started sort of joking about Tabula Rasa, the Blank Slate, a figure of prophecy who would come with the most perfect, inoffensive Quirk that was compatible with the most batshit fucking insane support tech they could dream up. Tabula Rasa was their Chosen One. One day, their god of steel and fire and turning and terrible, glorious change, It Who Watched What Wonderful Horrors They Wrought In Its Name And Never Blinked, would bring the Blank Slate to them.

And they were going to deck that guy out in the most unethical bullshit imaginable. They were going to reinvent the gun but cooler and more morally ambiguous for that guy.

Anyway Izuku knew about all this shit and said “oh we can exploit the fuck out of that.”

So he told Mirio to meet him outside of the first year support course workshop without providing any other relevant information whatsoever. Izuku just said that there was someone he thought Mirio should meet, brought him inside, and took him straight to Hatsume Mei. He very loudly introduced Mirio as a third year heroics student so that he could be heard over the din.

He’s Quirkless.

Hatsume Mei turned to Mirio and whispered, with tears in her eyes, Tabula Rasa.

The entire workshop fell into a sudden and eerie silence.

Make him Batman, Hatsume Mei, said Izuku, as if any of this shit were normal.

Hatsume Mei cried harder under the lights of the workshop. She looked Mirio up and down, as if to confirm, and again she whispered, Tabula Rasa.

Anyway Mirio had no idea what any of the ensuing chaos was at the time. There was a lot of weeping in a horrible climax of fear and joy and holding each other in trembling embrace. Lots of “the prophecy” and “I didn’t think I’d be alive to see it” and “I have to go find my blueprint for the gun that shoot knives.”

Hahah, kids.

Anyway, at that time, no fucking clue what was happening. But he knew the outcome would be sick as fuck. So he’s just been sort of going with it since then.

Power Loader immediately left the building and took a personal month. Nedzu asked Present Mic to help cover, who left crying after two hours. Aizawa has told him if he ever asks him for anything ever again, he will burn the building to the ground, and so Nedzu did not ask him.

So he just hired a new substitute teacher for every single day that that room needed staffing, close to all of whom quit teaching entirely after.

Anyway, that’s how Mirio affords support gear despite being independent and generally unpopular. Pretty much every time he swings by the main campus he receives a jet pack that also can control birds and maybe sharks too (they’re still beta testing the shark bit) and he says “Cool!” and puts it on his mortal body. Half of the support class is madly in love with him. However, Hatsume Mei, their High Priest, has stated that their god watches them all with its ever-jiggling eyes and has seen the lust in their hearts for the champion it bestowed upon them and rebukes it. She knows it’d tear them all apart if people started shooting their shot.

There’s no real narrative significance to that story. I just thought it would be funny if Mirio had a fuckton of support gear because he was a figure of religious importance to a it’s-a-joke-not-a-joke cult in the support class.