Izuku lazily leaned against a desk with Rhyki next to him, while the class quickly disappeared out of the room, not wanting to anger their teacher. His uncle stood in front of them both, and the door slid shut. They waited another minute to make sure that everyone had indeed gone.
"Ok, we're doing the last part of the exam and I want to ask something of you both." Aizawa started.
"What's that?" He asked.
"As you both know, we're going off site for a week training soon, but before that we must evaluate in how everyone has gotten so far. So, for this test, instead of 1A and 1B facing teachers, we had a meeting this morning about them all being the heroes and you two will be portrayed as the villains." Aizawa leaned against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why us though dad?" Rhyki questioned.
"Because it's exceedingly obvious that you two are the strongest in the year, or even the entire school and Nezu, in all his sadistic glee decided on it. Plus, you two have actual field experience and know just how villains work, operate and exploit weaknesses. So, you are the villains against everyone else. Will you do that? If not, then I'll tell Nezu, and we'll go back to the original idea."
"I don't see any problems with it. Anything we should know first?" Rhyki remarked and he just nodded in silent agreement.
"Make it seem like you're going all out, but you're not. I don't want to explain why students died in training. They, however, get to obviously go all out with their quirks but I know you will be fine. Also, we will be watching on monitors, with full audio and recording it, but if anything does go array, we will instantly step in." Aizawa said with a sigh.

"No problem. Then we'll go and get changed into our gear."
"Not your hero gear for here. I had Nemuri rush home for other stuff. For this, you are both allowed to wear the gear you usually wear when you become the Gods of Death. Only because it's a highly kept secret that we're allowing you to wear that stuff for this as no one knows of you being them, nor what they look like considering the Gods of Death are pretty much know as ghosts." Izuku glanced at Rhyki who full on smirked at that remark.
"Now we're fucking talking! Let's do this shit!" She cackled and the men laughed at how eager she was. Izuku was not surprised. Anything to get a rise out of people or wear the special gear. Aizawa pushed a button and two pure black cases emerged out of the wall and handed them over.
"Do me a favour?" He stated as they took the cases.

"What's that?" Izuku asked.
"Show them that they still have a long way to go in training before even contemplating becoming pros. Do me proud, both of you. Better yet, show why you two deserve to be here more than them. Now, I'm talking as your father and uncle, not as a teacher or pro hero, but I want you to make it worth it, as I'm also highly annoyed at the disgusting way that 1A and some of 1B have been treating you both since the beginning of the year."
"We can do that dad." Rhyki beamed at him.

"I see no problems with it. Just get Hound Dog on standby for any mental damage we might do. As we're dressing in our Gods of Death gear, don't expect us to go entirely easy on them. At most, we'll target Ragtags first and get them out of the way, then it's pretty much war." Izuku proclaimed. He was fed up entirely of the way they were being treated too. Maybe he'd talk to Nezu about forming a different class for them instead. It'd be better for them in the long run.
"That's what I want to hear. Now, go to the toilets to change, instead of the normal lockers. Put your stuff in Nezu's office for safe keeping. We'll meet you down at the Ground Beta, City side."
"No problem." They hugged him quick before disappearing after Izuku took a key from him.

They got to the bathrooms, fist bumped and dashed inside to change. It didn't take them long and as he stepped out, Rhyki emerged but had her hoodie on. They hadn't changed their masks either yet. He now had on his tight leather trousers accentuated by a long sleeved, skin-tight black muscle shirt. Calf length steel toe-capped black boots with an inch thick sole cover his feet. The rest he'd put on in Nezu's office as it was easier.
"Why have you got your hoodie on?" He queried.
"I'll show you in Nezu's office." He just nodded and they dashed over to the principles' office. Using the key Aizawa had given him, dumped their stuff on the couch before he turned to Rhyki.

"So what did you want to show me?"
"I need to sort out the corset part of my costume to where I can do it up without asking for help, but I can't now. Can you do it up for me?" She pulled the hoodie off and he realised why she wore it. The titanium infused corset only covered her front and was completely undone at the back. He stepped behind her and done it up to how tight she wanted. He also adjusted the shoulder straps and made sure that the buckles were tightened securely. It'd been done like that, so if the ties were somehow snapped or damaged, it wouldn't fall off and she'd flash everyone her breasts. He'd redesign it to allow for her to do it up properly without assistance. Or just do an entirely new one maybe.
"How's that?" He asked.
"Perfect. Thanks." She did a couple of air punches and moved fine.

"Good. Do you want me to redesign it, so, has a hidden zipper or something?" He questioned.
"That would be awesome, thanks. It'd be a lot fucking easier in wanting to get it on and off without having help." She replied.
"No problem. Just let me know after this if anything else needs upgrading or repaired." She nodded and removed her mask. He did the same and grabbed the other needed for this. It was black metal mask with small slits in it hides his lower face, held in place by two extremely sturdy straps with buckles at the back of his head. It draws your attention to his sharp venom green eyes that seem to just take in everything with a single glance, or into your very soul itself, which is exactly what he aimed for. It was a special mask, as it filtered out all toxins, gases etc from the air. It would also be extremely hard to damage it too, considering he'd made it from a mix of titanium, uranium, and steel. He checked over that he had everything and was happy with the result.

He clipped the final piece into place, which was his cloak. It draped his large frame, held in place over his shoulders and done up by a black fox skull clasp just above the middle of his chest. It also had a hood, which he put up, so it covered his scalp entirely and forehead, again lined with a thin layer of titanium for protection. Strapped to his back, were his katanas, poking out through special slits in said cloak, so it didn't hinder him getting them quickly. His trusty leather strap around his trim waist was littered with small pouches, housed his throwing knives, stars etc. He sat down and strapped his knee braces into place. Black matte protective caps shaped as fox skulls with piercing blood red eyes. A thing of absolute beauty, truly. Leather arm guards covered his forearms, which had tiny spikes on them so he couldn't be grabbed that way either.

Another words, Izuku was protected, but could cause a shit ton of damage if required. He glanced proudly at his sister, and she was pretty much the epitome of female hardcore badass. Tight leather trousers sculpted against long, defined legs and went into chained leather boots. Protective knee supports he had designed in matte black, shaped like dragon skulls with a light dusting of orange in the eye sockets. The horns weren't sticking out, but they'd still hurt being hit with. Top half was covered in the tight black corset that enhanced the curvaceous, yet obviously fit body that was usually hidden under slightly baggy clothes, as well as added volume to the already voluptuous chest she had. Leather threaded through with stainless steel covers went over her shoulders and down her arms to lock at the wrists, with small spikes sticking out of them.

They even went around her throat, which was also sided with a choker with a black dragon skull dangling from a hoop with dark grey chains either side. Hair swept into a high ponytail, threaded with tiny plaits and had tiny, yet sharp silver spikes woven throughout. The orange had now been dyed over to make it harder to spot her. Her mask now covered her entire face, baring black painted lips and chin. It's made of black leather, titanium and steel, shaped into a dragon's skull, complete with onyx bone horns and held in place by strong, sturdy leather straps and buckles around the back of her skull. The most overwhelming thing was the sizzling flame eyes that glowed from within the mask's shadows that just seemed to draw your gaze in. Knives in sheaths are secured to the upper arms and thighs by straps and buckles, so they couldn't be ripped off without using brutal force, if you were lucky enough to get close enough to do that.

Two swords crossed against her back, and a katana at her hip. A custom whip on the other side that is split into three with spines that lock into the victim if needed. Spiked bracelets adorn wrists, sided with leather fingerless gloves.
"Izu, what's this?" Rhyki held up a small package from the coffee table by the couches, labelled for the duo. He took it and opened it up. Inside were four thin bracelets, along with a short letter.
"It's for us, from Nezu." He handed two over to her, which she took.
"What's the letter say?" His gaze shifted to the note.
"Izuku and Rhyki, these are quirk dampeners. I want you to wear them, considering the sheer strength of you both, it might give the others a chance. Good luck. Nezu. P.S, as your uncle, have fun and cause a bit of havoc for me! Oh and destroy this note. Love you both." He read out and Rhyki chuckled. He set it a light using Kitsune Flames, burning it away into nothingness.

"I do love that chimera! Oh, I am looking forward to this." She smirked, flame eyes glowing in anticipation as she stared at him.
"Me too. Let's get going." They cleaned up, leaving the cases hidden in the private section of the office they knew about, and as they left, snapped the bracelets into place. They could feel a slight difference but nothing that would cause concern. Hell, even without using his quirks, Izuku was astoundingly strong. Rhyki was no damn pushover either though. As they left the building to head to their training ground, they flipped the internal switch they had, shutting off all emotions and feelings and turning into the cold personas of the Gods of Death – Kritanta and Kalma, mixed in with their tamer hero sides of Shadow and Pyro. More on the latter two, as they didn't want to kill anyone.
"Who should we take out first?" Rhyki enquired.

"Ragtags and the few from 1B. Then all bets are off." He answered.
"Done. Should we toy with them a little first?"
"Yes. Get into their minds slightly first. Anger them. They will make more mistakes that way. I'll explain more when we get there."
"Understood. Should we come up with different names for this task?"
"We could. What do you have in mind?"
"Mauta for you, which means death in Punjabi."
"Good name. How about we go with Cruella for you? It means evil." He retorted, smirking beneath his mask before his face dropped emotionless again.

"Oh, I love it! Fuck yeah." They fell silent, approaching the vast group and teachers. Eagerness went through their systems, and they caught part of the conversation.
"Ah man, we're so dead!" Kaminari cried.
"They're not that tough." A voice called out and he recognized it as Monoma. No surprise there though. He was a fucking idiot, like the other half of 1A and thought that he was better than everyone else when he was nothing but a pathetic bully.
"I wouldn't be so fucking sure of that. Do you not remember what happened at the fucking Sports Festival?" Bakugou replied.
"Maybe so. But Rhyki is not anything special, considering she didn't even participate in the final course." He retorted.
"Because it would have been a toss-up between her and Izuku winning the entire thing. Rhyki is one of the strongest, toughest females here." Mina stated, glaring at the blonde.
"I'm still not scared."

"Then you're an even bigger bloody moron than we had originally thought. Never underestimate the sibling's power and strength, like ever." Jiro snapped at him.
"Monoma, seriously, just shut the hell up. They're right. That duo are much stronger and smarter than most realise." Tetsutetsu remarked, with the others of 1B who'd trained all day with them on Thursday nodded in agreement.
"Calm down everyone. That is why we are here so we can see what you've all learned so far. On top of seeing how well you work as a team." Nezu said, drawing their gazes again.
"I take it the siblings are behind the doors, waiting for us?" Sero asked the principle.

"Not yet. If you look behind you, you'll see your opponent's approaching with slight suit upgrades." Midnight chuckled and as one giant group, they spun. Bakugou instantly smirked as his gaze locked onto Rhyki. In fact all the Ragtags appeared immensely pleased yet gobsmacked at their outfits.
"My boyfriend is an absolute badass!" His beautiful red head gasped. Bakugou glanced at him, and he could see him barely stopping himself from chuckling as Eiji's red gaze racked over his form hungrily. Izuku also secretly checked him out and was not disappointed obviously. His man was downright fucking gorgeous! Izuku just wanted to kiss all over his delectable face.
"You're just figuring that out now?" Mina snorted, nudging the red head.

"Hell no. But I thought I'd just say." Eiji grinned and Bakugou turned back to face the duo. The vast group all stepped to the side, allowing the powerful duo to pass through them like the red sea, and they stopped at the teachers, turning around and racking their gazes coldly over everyone. They didn't so much as blink and had their arms relaxed at their sides, but there was no mistaking the strength that they welded, even with just looking at them. Nezu suddenly climbed up Izuku's back, somehow avoiding the spikes and weapons, before staring out at the students. He wasn't at all surprised the chimera did that.
"This is your test. You must incapacitate Rhyki and Izuku. Either by knockout, tying up and putting handcuffs on them." Nezu announced and Present Mic started passing out cuffs and rope to everyone. Two per person. There wasn't any need for more obviously.

"What are the rules Nezu?" The sonic bitch called out. He looked like the rip off version of the tin man from the Wizard of Oz. Or a knight in shiny armour. Either way, Izuku knew that it was impractical and could hinder his movements, but it would be easy to crush.
"Anything pretty much goes as long as no one dies or is majorly injured." Came the reply sided by a sadistic grin and a gleam in his beady eyes. Again, nothing unusual from his sadistic uncle.
"Yeah, I'm saying it again, we're dead." Kaminari muttered. Sero patted his shoulder in sympathy.
"Does that mean for Rhyki and Izuku as well?" Someone from 1B asked.
"Near enough. They're currently wearing quirk dampeners like the teachers do as well." Present Mic stated after handing Bakugou his cuffs and rope needed for the exercise.
"But surely that's not fair?" Someone from 1B questioned.

"Do you want to be splattered like a bug? If they used their full power, we'd be destroyed in an instant. During our training two days ago, this was shown, just ask Tetsu or Kendo." Mina replied, rolling her eyes. But still no reaction from the siblings, who just calmly stood there. They didn't exactly need to do anything about it, just letting their family defend them.
"Then it's in our favour. We'll overpower them, like the true heroes that we are." Iida stated, waving his arms around like an idiot. He was still clearly annoyed at the fact that the floaty bitch still wasn't allowed back in the hero course, despite getting into the third round at the Sports Festival. Not surprising though considering how she acted during her match against Bakugou.

Rhyki and Izuku's gaze slid to the robotic bastard, and the coldness in them made those surrounding him openly flinch.
"If you really think so, Tenya Iida. We are giving just one statement – bring your absolute best. We will not go easy on anyone in this." Izuku's voice came through the mask, deeper than before and completely emotionless. Exactly as he wanted it to.
"You've been told to not hold back; anything goes, so long as no one dies or are truly injured. You'll need it for this because we are not making it easy." Rhyki announced, before they turned and Nezu went back on All Might's shoulder while the siblings stopped in front of Aizawa and Midnight, who handed over a small pouch containing ropes needed to capture their opponents. Mic opened the doors, and they went into the fake city. They stopped just the other side of the doors and raised an arm. They glanced at each other and knocked their fists together.

The resounding thump made a few people jump again before the door was shut behind them. Their arms lowered as they took in their new playground. The place was a total wreckage of broken buildings, rubbish, destroyed and lopsided roads and pathways, upturned and crushed cars. Many windows were broken, and most had dangerous shards of glass sticking out, like serrated teeth waiting to snag on unsuspecting prey. There were countless spots of deep shadows of where the sunlight couldn't reach. It was perfect. He glanced at Rhyki who was slightly bouncing in anticipation. Heading deeper into the wreckage, he soon pointed up to a partly lopsided building.
"Go up there, fourth floor. Get them riled a little as I head further in. Use shadow manipulation afterwards to disappear, then travel about fifty yards further down the road and I'll be there." He announced. Her gaze turned to where he pointed and smirked.

"Oh, I like that. What will you do?"
"Make it go darker so they can't see easier. Then we'll start taking them out. If needs be, we'll talk telepathically like we do on a hunt."
"Done. Let's go."
"Good luck, Cruella." He smirked this time as his gaze hardened even more.
"To you as well, Mauta." She darted off and he ran down the road, bolting up a broken building like it was nothing. He perched on the top, easily out of view.

So, how is this going to play out roughly? Syrinx piped up.

Mind manipulation. Scare tactics. Basically make them feel useless and unsure of themselves.

Evil. I like it. It'll show that villains don't follow the rules and will do literally anything in order to win. It's a good way of showing the vast difference of them thinking their heroes to the real deal.

We know that, but we'll see how it goes.

Well, if you need me, you know what to do, Kit.

I do. Thanks Syrinx.

Welcome. Their communication stopped as he heard the doors slam closed. Ah, it has started. Focusing on his hearing, he heard them all shuffling forward as one giant group. His hawk-like vision zeroed in on them too. He saw Bakugou freeze and followed his line of sight to see what had made him do that. Ah, it was Rhyki. Exactly where he had pointed out, she was. Leaning lazily against the frame, while sitting on the edge of a completely empty window, vibrant orange eyes locked firmly on the heroes in training below.

"Welcome little heroes. Are you here to play with us?" She called out. It was time for her to play.
"This is no game! How disrespectful are you, to not take this seriously?!" Iida stated, waving his arms around in that stupid fucking robot shit he does. Was he honestly being serious right now? That's exactly what fucking villains do! They get into your head or try to. Which, therefore, makes it a game for them. Izuku snorted at the moron and noticed the Ragtags were also annoyed by what he said.
"This is a game little hero. How about a quick game of hide and seek in our playground? I do so want to play." Rhyki grinned broadly, showing her teeth in a manic smile.

Ah, she was playing the role of the chaotic psychopath then. Good role to play. They had encountered a lot of those over the past few years so definitely knew how to act that out.
"Get down here vile villain scum, so we can kick your arse!" The frog shouted, stepping forward.
"Aha, little girl, you think you, a tiny frog child, has what it takes to fight against me? Don't make me laugh." She stood up on the ledge, balancing precariously, and the Ragtags could be seen to barely manage to stop from telling her to get back in the building to safety. Izuku could make out Bakugou literally tightening his leg muscles to stop from leaping into action to go to Rhyki.

Get ready brother. This is where you darken the skies. Rhyki's voice rang through his mind.

Got it. He shifted a little down the building, hiding entirely from view and started to draw in clouds for their plan to begin working.
"I am not a child! I'll kick your arse!" Asui fumed and Izuku got ready, knowing it was working as Rhyki started her mind games. She was already working it perfectly to her advantage, considering the frog wasn't even doing her usual 'kero' or 'ribbit'. She knew exactly how villains thought, so was using it to her advantage.
"If you say so." Rhyki sighed and held her hand out.

"I'll get you bitch!" Asui screamed before Momo pulled her back with a sigh.
"Stop already! That's exactly what she wants. To get in your mind so that you make a vital mistake, letting her get you. Stop being irrational and think about this." Momo chided gently.
"Ooo, we have a smart one here people. Let me ask you something little heroes, how well do you do with barely any light?" Rhyki called out with a chuckle. That was his que.
"What?" Loads questioned. Rolling black clouds now raced across the expanse of bright blue, putting majority of the sunlight away and creating a murky atmosphere. Making this place even more dangerous than it already was considering they wouldn't be able to see some of the hazards. Izuku heard a faint gasp followed by a sizzle.

Ah, Tokoyami must have been losing control of his quirk because of the lack of light. He peered back at everyone and rolled his eyes at his sister. She'd now placed her hands on either side of the window frame. Loads gasped as they saw and realised what she was doing. Rhyki then leapt and landed perfectly, legs bent to absorb the impact, before straightening up. Nothing unusual there. Both had taken leaps like that countless times before and highly doubted it would end any time soon either. Black fog then rolled across the ground towards her. He watched as it covered her completely, until all that remained was two orange eyes that gleamed manically.

"Time to now play little heroes." She cackled, voice dripping with gleeful malice, exactly like a villain before she vanished from their view completely and the fog dispersed like it had never been. Izuku slid down the building, until his feet hit the ground silently. Rhyki quickly met up with him.
"Well done on getting into their heads like that. We'll split up and go from there." He proclaimed.
"Of course. Anything that is off limits?"
"Killing. Life-long injury etc. The usual stuff that we get told by granny during training. But a few scars surely wouldn't hurt."
"Sounds fun."
"Yes. I'll go get their attention then you start by taking out some of our group. Use shadows to get one, move back, tie up and vanish quick."

"No problem."
"Good. Let's go then, Cruella." He answered before splitting off from her, diving into the shadows.
"Sure thing Mauta." He heard her answer with a chuckle before vanishing from sight. As he kept well within the shadows, he soon spotted the group. They were still together, and most were now openly panicking. It seemed that only the Ragtags were calm. Well, calmer than most, he could see that Kami and Mina were the most worried. The others in 1A were, however, being bitches and moaning about how Rhyki is seeing it as a game and not a true exercise. One guess as to who was stating that. Because the rip-off robot was standing at the edge of the group, Izuku picked up a small, jagged rock and threw it. It bounced off the guy's head, creating a hefty dent from the impact on the left side and a cry of pain to leave the males mouth. Everyone was startled and looked around.

"Who threw that? Cowards won't even face me properly." Iida sneered, holding his scalp.
"Over there!" Someone hollered, pointing in his direction. He was entirely obscured by the shadows surrounding him, except from his eyes. Those glowed. With a single blink, he emerged fully, startling a fair few at his intimidating presence. Again, playing the villain perfectly.
"DENKI KAMINARI HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!" Present Mic's voice called, drawing some of the groups attention. Sure enough, the blonde was sitting a little away from the group, hands tied before him as he just happily smiled at them. He got to his feet and trotted off to the main doors, which opened enough for him to slip through before sealing shut again.

Taking advantage of their frozen state after watching the baby of the Ragtags leave with a happy skip to his step, Izuku leapt forward and smashed his fist into Iida's throat, considering he'd removed his helmet and throat guard from it being hit earlier, cutting his airway off quickly, grabbed him around the waist and launched him over his head, slamming them into the ground in a perfect suplex. Plus, due to his 6ft 4 height, that was painful for the bluette who groaned as his entire body was rattled. Before anyone could retaliate, or move, he was back on his feet, fist cocked and launched at Tetsutetsu, who had already activated his quirk, hitting his right cheek with a solid thwack. It sent the iron man flying into a building.

A pair of feet crashed into his chest, but he just tanked it easily thanks to his shock absorption. His emerald eyes shifted, locking on Monoma, who'd copied Tetsu's quirk and been the one to hit his chest. The blonde stared at him in slight fear from where he'd crashed into the floor from Izuku not moving.
"You need to try much harder than that, bitch." He growled low before a sinister laugh was heard.
"Let's play catch Mauta!" He spotted Bakugou turning, and his face went pale as Rhyki stood out of striking range, arms spread as though to receive a ball or something. Orange eyes literally glowing from within the shadows of her mask. Even with what she wore, she moved as though in baggy clothes. Perks of being a trained hero and highly flexible, I guess.

"Catch Cruella!" He shouted and literally threw Monoma at her. When the blonde let his hands, Izuku disappeared into the shadows he had called forth at his feet. He reappeared behind Rhyki, just as she caught the annoying shit who was screaming, with a cackle. Due to the way he had shifted mid-air, his legs went over Rhyki's shoulders, and her hands spanned his lower back.
"Please don't do this." He begged. Izuku barely kept back his snort.
"Night fucker." She slammed him hard into the ground, uncaring of anything else or his plea to be spared. Monoma was instantly knocked unconscious due to the impact.
"NEITO MONOMA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!" Present Mic called out. The duo smirked before running off out of sight before anyone else could do anything. They didn't bother checking on him, knowing that a teacher will and get the blonde twink. It was stupid on their responses too. Not once did they try and eliminate him when he was on the edge of the group or took out some of their members. It did feel good in hurting Iida though he must admit.

"How should we do this now?" Rhyki questioned when they were hidden.
"Let's get the Ragtags out fast, and everyone else are free pickings."
"No problem. Also what about the invisible one? I think she'll be a bit tricky due to you know, not being able to fucking see her. Like seriously, how did she even manage to get into the hero course? Could they even tell how many robots she took out in the entrance exam?" Rhyki grumbled.
"I'll take her out. I'll use sight from Syrinx to see her heat signature. As to the other questions, not a clue, but I know where you're coming from. Anyway, enough about that for Hagakure, let's carry on with our task."
"Got it. Let's get our little family out first." They turned around and rolled their shoulders.

Moving to the edge of a collapsed building, and using it as a shield, Izuku smirked as his gaze locked on his adorable boyfriend, who was talking quietly to Sero, Bakugou, Mina, Jiro and Momo. Shinso was with them too but remained quiet but nodded to whatever they were discussing. They were now standing a short distance from the others, clearly pushed away. Same as with Kendo, Tetsutetsu and the others who were now somewhat friends with him and his group.
"I'll take Eiji out. Then Jiro and Momo." Izuku told his sister.
"Got it. I'll remove Kat first because I know he'll give me a challenge." Rhyki smirked, knowing full well what her boyfriend was like.
"That's because you both love a good fight." Izuku chuckled.

"Fuck yeah we do."
"How will you take him away from the others quick?" He queried.
"Let's have a bit of flight." She let her wings out and Izuku did the same, but his were pure shadows. They rose and shot forward with a blinding burst of speed, not giving anyone a chance to do anything before he grabbed Eiji and Rhyki grabbed Bakugou. His arms were locked firmly around Eiji's chest, not wanting to drop him. Izuku soon lowered his man, but as soon as his feet hit the floor and he stepped back, Eiji turned with a wide fist and a broad grin. He easily caught the wide hit.
"Nice try love. Also, that was too wide." He remarked.

"I'll remember that." Eiji activated his quirk, mixed in with OFA. The red head had gotten much better at controlling it, now able to use twenty percent without hurting himself considering Izuku was a very good mentor, and it was spread over his entire body, creating red lightning sparks. They engaged into a fight, but it was more of Izuku defending himself while also making his boyfriend tire out considering he could fight for a fair while. They threw hard punches at each other faster than most could see, so it was like looking at a blur of motion. Of course, he was only using like, ten percent of his power as he didn't want to hurt Eiji, like at all. Even then, with the hardening quirk, mixed with OFA, made Eiji a formidable opponent. That was why he had shock absorption activated, tanking the brutal hits. Anyone else, bar maybe Rhyki and Bakugou, would already be complaining at the strength of his man.

"KATSUKI BAKUGOU HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!" Mic hollered. Well, that was bloody quick. Izuku turned the whole fight around and quickly trapped Eiji, wrapping his hands with the rope within seconds. Smirking beneath his mask at the startled look on the red heads face at just how quickly everything had reversed on him.
"EIJIRO KIRISHIMA HAS BEEN ELIMINATED!" Came the announcement.
"Great fight baby. We'll work more on your foot movement though next time with both quirks activated when we do training at TG." Izuku praised as he helped him up.

"I can't wait! I most definitely need all the help I can get. I'll see you after this is all over. Cause a bit of mayhem for me, please? Love you." He reached up to kiss Izuku's cheek just above the mask.
"Sure thing baby. I love you too, Eiji." He wanted to kiss him back but couldn't. He would get him later though. No questions asked. Winking at him, he took off and quickly eliminated Jiro and Momo, who were shocked at the speed he went.
"HANTA SERO, MINA ASHIDO AND HITOSHI SHINSO HAVE BEEN ELIMINATED!" Rhyki most definitely didn't hold back on that one, he just knew it.

"Sorry girls, it's all part of the plan." He whispered. They just nodded with grins.
"No problem. Kick ass for us as they were slagging you off again." Jiro remarked and he nodded.
"KYOKA JIRO AND MOMO YAOYOROZU HAD BEEN ELIMINATED!" Rhyki met up with him.
"Time to not be nice anymore. Our family are out now, so let's show just how nasty some villains can truly be. More so for some of the remarks they've been saying about us." She stated firmly, rubbing her bruised knuckles.
"Your hand alright?" He asked.
"It's fine. Kat just knows how to fight brutally is all."
"Ok. Ah, you heard the remarks too?"
"Yes. It's fucking annoying and they should just fucking stop being petty little bitches. It's mostly from Tsuyu and Iida which is no fucking surprise, so you take him, and I'll take the frog bitch. Time to make little froggy leap." They knocked fists before going separate ways.

Playtime was over now.