Zion woke in his UA dorm, sunlight cutting through the blinds, his body thrumming from stat boosts (5 Energy, 10 Endurance, 5 Strength from the robot). Class 1-A was his warzone, and Deku—One for All's golden child—was his first target. After charming Ochaco, scoping Todoroki, Mina, and Momo's Quirks, and dodging Midnight's tease (with Mirko's jealous text burning his phone), Zion was ready to flex. All for One hummed, Lightspeed and Ironclad primed, his All-Seeing Eye sharp. He'd show UA who owned this bitch, keeping his Quirk thefts buried.
In Class 1-A, Aizawa stood like a sleep-deprived zombie, scarf dangling. "Training exercise," he said, voice flat. "Quirk sparring, one-on-one, no lethal moves. Zion, you're with Midoriya. Don't hospitalize him." Deku stood, fists clenched, green eyes blazing with hero resolve. Zion's grin was venomous. One for All? Let's see it bleed. Bakugo snorted, "New guy's gonna choke." Ochaco whispered to Mina, "Hope they're okay." Todoroki's stare was cold, Momo's pen tapped, calculating.
The training gym was a concrete pit—dents in the walls, floors scarred from Quirks, air thick with sweat. The class lined the edges, Kirishima hyped, Kaminari betting on Deku. Aizawa set rules: "No maiming, no wrecking the place. Go." Zion cracked his knuckles, Lightspeed tingling, Ironclad heavy. Deku faced him, green sparks flaring, One for All coiling. "Let's do our best," Deku said, earnest as hell.
Zion laughed, low and mean. "Best? I'm here to make you cry, All Might's bitch." He tapped Lightspeed, blurring forward, and swung an Ironclad fist at Deku's chest, the hit steel-hard but "normal"—no theft glow, just raw force. Deku twisted, One for All boosting his dodge, and countered with a glowing jab, grazing Zion's shoulder. The class gasped, Ochaco clutching Mina's arm. Zion smirked, impressed but not shaken.
"You're slow, hero," Zion taunted, circling. "What's All Might see in a scrub like you?" Deku's jaw tightened, doubt flickering, wondering how he knew about it, but he didn't bite. Instead, he surged, green lightning crackling, and launched a spinning kick at Zion's head. Zion ducked, Lightspeed making him a blur, and retaliated with an Ironclad elbow to Deku's ribs. The impact thudded, Deku stumbling, but he caught himself, rolling to his feet, eyes burning.
"Not slow," Deku said, voice steady, and charged, One for All flaring brighter. He feinted left, then swung a glowing fist right, aiming for Zion's jaw. Zion leaned back, Lightspeed saving him, but Deku pressed, chaining punches—left, right, left—each crackling with power. Zion blocked with Ironclad arms, the hits ringing like hammers on steel, pushing him back a step. Fuck, he's got guts. Zion grinned, loving it, and countered, blurring behind Deku with Lightspeed to slam a steel-hard knee into his lower back. Deku grunted, staggering, but spun, grabbing Zion's arm, trying to flip him.
Zion twisted free, Lightspeed keeping him slippery, and landed a quick Ironclad jab to Deku's shoulder, knocking him off-balance. "What's the matter, hero? Saving the world too heavy?" he sneered, aiming at Deku's insecurities. Deku's eyes flashed, pain and anger mixing, and he roared, unleashing a One for All-powered uppercut, the air splitting with green energy. Zion sidestepped, but the shockwave clipped his side, tearing his shirt, stinging like hell. He laughed, blood pumping. Now we're talking.
Deku didn't let up, closing the gap, his fists a blur of green light. Zion weaved, Lightspeed dancing through the barrage, but Deku landed a glancing blow to his chest, forcing a grunt. Zion retaliated, Ironclad fist crashing into Deku's thigh, making him wince, slowing him. They traded blows—Zion's steel punches, Deku's glowing counters—sparks flying, the gym floor cracking under their steps. Zion's hand twitched, grazing Deku's arm, All for One whispering to steal. Not yet, he thought, too many eyes. Instead, he feinted, luring Deku into a wild swing, then blurred behind him, slamming an Ironclad elbow into his spine. Deku hit the ground, gasping, but rolled, springing up, stubborn as fuck.
"You don't quit, huh?" Zion said, circling, sweat beading. Deku's chest heaved, blood on his lip, but his eyes were fire. "I don't give up," he said, and launched a desperate move—a One for All-powered leap, fist glowing like a comet, aiming to end it. Zion tapped Lightspeed, dodging at the last second, and countered with a steel fist to Deku's ribs, a sickening crunch echoing. Deku crumpled, coughing, clutching his side, but still tried to stand, shaking.
"Enough!" Aizawa barked, scarf twitching. "Midoriya, sit. Zion, cool it." Deku limped off, breathing ragged, his stare promising a rematch. Zion winked, heart pounding. Close one, hero. Next time, you're mine.
A ping flashed, the system chiming:
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System Update –
Strong Opponent Engaged: Izuku Midoriya
Reward: +25 Stat Points
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Zion allocated fast—5 to Energy for bursts, 10 to Endurance to outlast, 10 to Strength to hit harder. Ironclad was raw power; this made him sharper. His muscles tightened, senses flaring like he'd mainlined adrenaline, tying to the robot fight's rush. Keep up, world.
The class buzzed. Kirishima clapped, yelling, "That was insane!" Bakugo's eyes narrowed, respect grudging. "Tch, he's not that good." Ochaco's jaw dropped, cheeks pink, her appeal stat probably climbing. Todoroki's gaze was cold, suspicious. Momo muttered, "His power's inconsistent." Aizawa pulled Zion aside, voice low. "Reckless. Do it again, you're out. Clear?" Zion nodded, smirking. Try me, Scarf Guy.
In his dorm, Zion sprawled on his bed, a notebook of Quirk notes open—Todoroki, Mina, Momo, circled. Deku's fight was a thrill, One for All tough but not enough. Ochaco's blush, Midnight's tease, Mirko's fire—they were his to claim.
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Name: Zion
Age: 16
Quirk: All for One
Special Ability: All-Seeing eye, (locked)
Energy: 10
Endurance: 20
Strength: 15
Appeal: ∞
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