The Beginning of the End.

In the support department, I stood as Mineta got his balls measured and tested.

"You have a very fun quirk, ball guy! I'll have a baby ready for you soon! Come back tomorrow." Mei said, leaning deep, coming face to face with a blushing Mineta.

"B-b-boobs!" He muttered under his breath as his nose bled like a fountain.

What? That shit's real?

I can't believe it could actually happen to someone.

But then again, this is an anime world and Mineta is a harem maniac, so maybe his biology itself is different.

Maybe I should create a Mineta clone too, alongside the already incubating Uraraka clone.

It'd be fun to see how his body reacts to the laws of the world.

Hell, I don't even know how his tiny body supports that huge head of his. Does he have bird bones or something?

No, if that was true, he wouldn't have survived that headfirst crash into the gym wall today.

Interesting!

But first, comes his new support item.

I turned to Mei Hatsume, and grabbed her by the shoulder, just as she rushed off to her workshop.

"Hold it right there, Mei-san! I know you like to go above and beyond the line of duty and frankly, necessity on your babies.

In Mineta's case, please don't.

Follow the kiss rule, keep it simple, stupid."

"Yeah, of course. Nothing but the best for my babies!" She answered half-assedly, as if it was a practiced response.

Guess Power Loader really got on her case that much, huh?

Now she even has a premeditated response for it.

"I mean it, Mei!" I said, shaking her out of her stupor.

"When I said slingshot, I mean slingshot. Simple, light, reinforced and with a non-stick coating on the strap. No rocket launchers or body suits or protracting grappling hooks.

Got it?"

"Gee, has my reputation gotten around that bad?" She pouted.

"And whose fault do you think that is?" I said, poking her forehead.

"Hey! I put my utmost effort into my babies! It's just sometimes, I mess up..... a little."

I gave her a stern notice, as she twiddled her thumbs.

"Okay, maybe a lot. But I'd never intentionally hurt anyone!" She protested.

"I know. You're a phenomenal, genius inventor. That's why I commissioned mine and Deku's suits from you personally.

But you tend to get a bit too lost in your inspiration and forget to make leeway for the human element of your inventions.

Remember that power armor that almost unscrewed Deku's torso from his hips?

Or that glove for his arms that just about blew his head off?"

I said, walking closer and grabbing her shoulders gently, looking her in the eyes.

"Just take care while making your babies, will you? They can end up hurting you too. I worry for you, you know. I don't want to lose a future star of the support industry to a rogue accident, now do I?

After all, who's gonna make my future hero costume if you end up getting hurt!?"

I pinched her blushing cheeks, speaking in a playful tone.

Did I know exactly what I was doing?

Yes.

Was it scummy to play with her feelings?

Of course!

Was I gonna stop doing that?

Hell naw!

Why? Cuz it's fucking fun!

And useful.

After I found her during the February limbocation, and commissioned a costume personally from her, I also made sure to visit her often to see her at work.

Just sticking by her, bringing her lunch, if only to keep a watch on her progress, in case she veered into one of her inspired frenzies, and keeping her company, she somehow ended up becoming rather fond of me and Deku.

Well, more me than Deku of course.

But ultimately it had worked to my favor. And that's all that mattered.

Mei nodded, shyly and skipped her way to her workshop before getting to work.

Originally, I'd intended on setting her up with Deku, which is why I brought him along for the ride and made him help her set up a local support company in her name with his share of the music money.

But even the current situation wasn't half bad.

Especially since she seemed to have buried her crush on me after finding out about Himiko from Deku.

All the benefits, none of the losses!

Mwahahahaha!

Once Mei got to work, I left her a homemade bento by her desk and left for home with Deku and Mineta.

Splitting with Deku along the way, I took a turn for the market street.

Going to the news stand, I picked up a national and regional set of newspapers, before taking a seat at a nearby cafe.

I began scanning through them, leisurely, looking for the incident on Deika city.

Using Laplace Junior, I already knew all about it.

It had already happened yesterday, after all, and the news coverage was immense.

Unfortunately, on the internet, the real news was far oversahdowed and buried by fake news, sensational local accounts and a million other crap pieces that made doing research a fucked job.

Hence, the old style newspaper effort.

After all, it'd be inefficient to use Laplace Junior to find out stuff that was more subjective than objective.

Laplace Junior was primarily a truth finder program.

It provided absolute objective truths.

Using it to find out what the general public's subjective opinion was, could lead me on a multi-day goose chase of questions and a lot of wasted power.

"Deika city disaster! A victory for the citizen soldier? Detnerat co. CEO responds!"

"Company town wiped off the map! League of Villains defeated?!"

"Conspiracy among Detnerat co.? Is this corporate overeach or a genuine humanitarian effort?"

"New ideology in the streets! No.2 Hawks seen promoting radical extremism?"

Hmm...good.

I isolated these articles before finishing my coffee and dumping the rest of the newspaper in a nearby dumpster.

I made a call to our local Frankenstein and ordered.

"Remember the high-ends I asked about? Send them after Endeavor. Tomorrow!"

"Yes, master." Dr. Garaki answered.

Ending the call, I took in a deep breath of the cool night air, as I turned into an empty alleyway and teleported back home.

And so it begins.

The beginning of the end.

And tomorrow, Endeavor dies.