Midoriya was confused. Flipping through the stark white pages, reading the intricate rules, brings a somewhat smile to his face, a real one. It is new, he doesn't understand it, he doesn't understand why it feels like it could be fun, why he wants to actually try for once. He knows he can't, it will overthrow his plans, but Midoriya has always thought of others in some way, put them first, maybe this could be the first selfish thing he does.

A few sheets of paper, written front to back, are sitting on the bed at arm's length. The boy flips to page 48, quickly although thoroughly reading the lines, circling anything he finds fishy and developing his ideas on separate pieces of paper.

Green eyes stop in their tracks, another question or rather set of questions popping into his head.

It's 5:37 am, he has plenty of time to weed out the plot holes and he knows it, what he doesn't know is if he has enough to make up his mind. The fact that this makes him even think about the possibility of taking up the opportunity says a lot. Should he pass up the chance to feel something in so long? He weights the pros and cons, while continuing his little assessment of the rules.

()

It's 1:13 pm. 'I shouldn't.'.

His papers are done and set, his book's stark white pages no longer pristine but instead dirtied by smudged graphite. He gets up and pushes open his bathroom door getting ready for a shower. Once in he sits down and lets the warm water flow down his back. Midoriya is tired.

()

Walking down the corridor, the sun filters through UA's big windows and casts faint shadows on the walls. Izuku is absent mindedly scratching his scarred wrist, enveloped once again in fresh bandages. The shadows although bleeding into the background feel like their housing something. Midoriya continues his way to the principal's office.

Nezu is waiting patiently at his desk just like he said he would, his paws placed in front of him. The clock strucks 3:00 pm and he isn't surprised when a young boy with green hair enters his office.

"Good morning Midoriya!"

The mentioned person smiles.

"Good morning principal Nezu!"

The principal is confused, though he doesn't let it show.

"Take a seat so we can begin."

The chairs are cushioned and they feel nice unlike the cheap version he has in his room.

"My, my, what are those?" the rat points at the thin stack of papers.

"Some questions I would like to go through, if u-uh it's allright."

"Of course it is! Continue."

The two have a barely heartfelt conversation. Nezu is both intrigued to know more and impressed that he will find out more of this already intricate sketch of a plan he figured out by listening to the boy's questions, however he can't deny the dissapointment he feels when he looks at Midoriya and knows the boy is hiding something.

"Midoriya I must say I am very impressed, you found all the plot holes I have placed. I expect to see a show no?"

"I will try my best sir!" he says smiling.

"Very well if you have nothing else to say you are free to go."

"Thank you sir!"

As soon as the door closes the principal sighs. 'I believe in you Midoriya.'. And he truly believes in him, even if he knows he only knows the person Midoriya wanted him to know.

Back in his room Izuku takes his place at his desk like he always does. He scatters the now confirmed and approved plot holes on the floor and grabs a red marker. With it he circles the most important ones which he will use to build his plan. A spark of unknown emotion flows through him and he doesn't regret this at all.

After some brainstorming, he grabs a few sheets of vellum and starts sketching what will be a knife.

'Rule #56: The villains are under no circumstances allowed to kill or maim the heroes, injuries that do not have lasting effects are permitted.'

The knife he's creating has a special blade, made from 1095 carbon steel, the blade will be blunt. When a specific amount of pressure is applied a mechanism will be triggered which reveals the edge. The edge will have a small network of thin tubes connected to a refillable reservoir in the handle. The result, when applying pressure the knife will distribute blood.

It's a smiple idea, hence it doesn't take Midoriya long to sketch. He makes sure the lines are clean, and the materials are correct so that the support student he has in mind will not blow up his creation, multiple times. He has a deadline after all.

Midoriya really wants a gun, so he starts to sketch the outlines of one. It uses a special kind of bullet that is filled with a formula that simulates the pain of a real bullet shot wound. The chemical composition isn't difficult to make, he takes a bit of composure from plenty of drugs and some of the more harmless poisons to create a mixture that will be placed in the empty chamber of the 'bullet'.

The next ideas are different designs for grenades. The boy twists his hand around the blue shaded paper crossing over design after design until he settles on one. A nitric acid fume grenade. Nitric acid is a highly corrosive acid, he doesn't intend on killing his classmates, not that he could as the rules of the game are against it, but several weeks of recovery will be needed for those who inhale the gas. He's going to steal the acid from the school's laboratory instead of making the support course student run around for it knowing the teachers wouldn't give her such a substance. The grenade itself has a somewhat bulky design, a cillinder with reinforcement on the inside to stand against the corosivness.

He then tackles the outfit. He's been think about practicality and style, and he has decided that it won't be too hard to fight in a suit.

Black patent leather shoes, black trousers, a white dress shirt, a black vest with golden buttons, a black jacket with red lining and a pair of white gloves. The vest and undershirt are bullet proof for as much protection as possible, the shoes have pads inside so that he can be silent, easily jump from roof to roof and land without breaking his spine, as well as iron tips to reinforce them. He adds requirements for a few hidden pockets on the inside of the jacket and holster for the gun on his trousers.

Midoriya sets aside his short pencil and rolls up the vellum. He place them on the bedside table and lays down on his bed. His back is sore from the hunched position he's always sitting in. He lazily swirls a curl of hair around his finger, randomly pulling at it, but then remembering to not go too far. He picks up a pillow and sticks it under his arm, his face devoid of any emotion as he stares ahead. He can finally challenge himself... at the cost of his reputation. It's fine, he can surely say he was just doing his best to fulfill the role of a villain, no, that wouldn't work, he's not supposed to be like that. He closes his eyes and with a sigh drifts off, getting a much needed sleep.

He is suddenly painfully aware of the cold tiles underneath his feet. His fluffy hair is soaked with freezing water, as he didn't think to check the temperature the knob was pointing towards. All he cared was just to wake up. He really does hate sleeping and everything that comes with it.

()

Tying his shoe laces, he braces himself for the fresh air hitting his face. He sees Mineta also exiting his room. The purple fellow gives him a glare which he can only perceive as a failure of trying to be threatening. Point taken he guesses. Midoriya doesn't falter in his steps, keeping on walking. Once in the common room he gets a few weird glances, he presumes because of the amount of vellum and paper he's carrying. His steps eventually lead him in front of class 1H, he knocks and hears a voice telling him to come in.

"Oh Midoriya. Do you need anything?" Power Loader asks.

"Yeah, I was wondering if I can borrow Mei for a second?"

The pink haired girl hears this and tears her eyes off the... he doesn’t even know what that is... that she's trying to build.

"Muscles! Coming right now."

"Uh sure yeah." Power Loader mumbles, knowing Mei would've gone anyway.

"Let's go somewhere a bit more private."

He leads the girl to an adjacent classroom where he starts to unveil his sketches.

"What are those!!" Mei says, eyes glowing.

"I don't want to use school provided weapons for this exercise, so I made my own and I need your help to make them. Are you in it?"

"Isn't this against the rules?"

"N-."

"It's fine I don't care either way. Of course I'll help! So many babies!"

Midoriya starts going over the plans he made, explaining to Mei numerous times on hopes that it will lessen the chance of her blowing everything up.

"You're underestimating me Muscles, I don't blow stuff up all the time." She says with a pout. "Plus I know how important this is for you so I'll give it my best and... not cause explosions, even if they're fun." she mumbles the last part. "Anyway, you can count on me!"

"Thanks Mei."

"I'll have everything ready by the time the game starts, that'sifIskipamealandsleepabout2hourslessbutits'snotthatbigofachangeIalreadydothatwhenIgetabigassigmentso-"

"Mei, Mei.... Mei!" Midoriya hits her on the back of the head.

"Ouch, damn I'm being influenced over here, since when did I start mumbling like you?"

"I'll be going now, if you need help come knock at my door and seriously don't cut sleep hours, just come get me."

"Fine fine, byee!" Mei waves as she dashes by him with all the sketches in her hand.

Izuku subconsciously scratches his wrist as he walks back to the dorms. The school is quite empty save for a few wandering students. Something seems to be lurking in the shadows cast by the windows, but he shakes his head and the feeling disappears. Preoccupied by thinking about making a plan to eliminate class 1A and 1B he continues his way to his room unbothered.