"So, you want to tell me how I got involved in this?"

"Well, I convinced everyone in the room to play a game of Monopoly against me. If anybody else won, they got to control me for an entire week. If I won, everyone owed me a favor. You're paying your dues now."

"Won't ya get in trouble for this?"

"Why would I get in trouble if I'm the kid?"

"Kid genius."

"Arguable apparently, and I will be taking advantage of that as well."

"...what do you need?"

"Guns."

"What the hell, Midoriya? Ya aren't even allowed guns."

"I'm not allowed gun powder. I can still have a gun body and use pressurized air in replacement, Snipe. You should know that better than anyone here."

"And if I decline?"

"Do you really want to decline a genius? That's like declining Nezu."

"...what kind?"

"Anything automatic. Preferably a minigun."

"I use revolvers, kid."

"You're missing out then because you know how powerful you can be with your quirk if you sent so many at once?"

"Ye think I haven't tried?"

"You probably have. You suck at practicing it. That takes years of practice to control multiple at once."

"Touche, kid. Touche."

"Do I get the weapon now?"

"Not a minigun. How about an Uzi? Not for shooting anybody."

"You will know what it's for in a couple of days."

Snipe sighs.

With that bullshit out of the way, time to prepare for New Years! An average person only has to buy some fireworks and shoot them off. However, there's a problem with that; I'm banned from gun powder. I know. The disappointment of life right now is shining. Don't worry; we aren't going to let some stupid rules control us! I found a loop-hole! I have to get that Uzi, then fix it up.

Let's get to it!

---

Fuck Snipe because he didn't give me the gun till this afternoon, and the new year is tomorrow night. That gives me limited time to work on it.

Thank Gawd, he gave me the ability never to need sleep! It looks like we have another overnight working!

---

Tonight is the night! The gun is ready to go, the whole school is under my control, and my energy is still there! It's currently a few minutes before the new year engulfs us in its pain and suffering. I'm outside in the snow with a heater on my ass and a target in front of me. The target is so I don't shoot actual people. At hand, I have my gun and my phone showing the time.

Inside the dorms, the students are still at home while the teachers are partying. Due to alcohol being involved, I'm not allowed in there and was requested to stay in my room.

Yes, I'm salty about that. That's why I'm about to crash it.

Shouta, being the plan ruiner he is, was trying to stay in my room earlier, but I told him that he needed to socialize with people inside his age range and that I will be fine. I deny he brought it, but he did go down; therefore, I will say that's a win.

I check the time to realize I only have a minute! I throw on the headphones to prevent myself from blowing out my ears and get the Uzi ready for shooting. Then, I wait for twelve to hit.

The moment it does, loud music plays all around the campus.

"Country roads, take me home!
To the place I belong!
West Virginia, mountain mama!
Take me home, country roads!"

Can you blame me for playing that song, especially with the disaster that's happening?

The moment time hits twelve, I start shooting that Uzi at that target. Of course, it's not like I'm holding the trigger down and doing it. I have some gun knowledge. The Uzi is meant to be used in a short burst at a time. Thank gawd, I'm hitting the target!

Oh, did I mention that I made sure that bitch was loud as possible, even over the disaster music? I did. I seriously have too much free time on my hands. Snipe gave me a limited amount of ammo, so I could only do that three times, lasting me about a minute or two. The moment I stop, my gun is ripped out of my hands. The headphones are removed from behind me. I spin around to see Shouta. He looks done.

"Izuku Midoriya...you aren't supposed to have guns." Shouta states as he hands the gun to the nearest person, which happens to be Nemuri. Wait, all the teachers are here.

Crashing the party was a success!

"Gun powder. It says gun powder. I'm using intensely pressurized air." Shouta grabs the back of my jacket, starting to drag me in with the rest of the teachers following.

"Shut off the music."

I sigh, "CAT, turn off the music."

"Meow!" The music goes off. The place is quiet besides the snow crunching beneath our feet. When we get inside, everyone goes back to doing whatever while Shouta forces me into my apartment and closing the door. Looking around, he pushes me towards the bedroom. Great, another talk. I can tell by the look on his face. Let's get this over with. I sit on the bed, bouncing in place.

Shouta runs a hand through his greasy hair, " Why?" I think for a moment because I have no idea why I do the things I do.

"I have no reason." Another sigh.

"Where did you get the Uzi?"

"Snipe."

"That's why you did the monopoly game, didn't you?"

"Smart."

"Seriously, Iz? Do you have anything else planned?"

"No, why?"

"Work?"

"No?"

"Then you are hand-writing a five-page essay about what you did wrong. Oh, and here," Shouta hands me what looks like a bottle of champagne! He's allowing me to drink! " Don't get excited. It's alcohol-free. See you later, kid." With that, he walks out.

You know, I can work with that. I don't mind alcohol-free shit if it tastes good.

Too bad it doesn't.

Well fuck.

---

Bonus: Izuku's Essay.

It's in the sloppiest writing someone can imagine.

I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong. I did nothing wrong.

Every page is filled like this except the final line on the final page.

Read the goddamn rulebook yourself, Aizawa Shouta.