A/N: I'll admit, I was actually pretty surprised when I got a few requests for a followup. Nevertheless, here it is.

"You've had it easy all your life, haven't you?" From across the battlefield, Shinsou glared at Izuku. "With a powerful quirk like yours, I bet people were falling over themselves to help you out!"

Izuku gritted his teeth. He just needed to close the distance and punch the guy without opening his mouth. Easy, right?

Shinsou continued. "Everything in your life has been handed to you on a silver platter; you've probably never wanted for anything in your life. What makes you so deserving while the rest of us are treated like trash?!"

'I was quirkless!' Izuku wanted to yell. 'My life was never like that!'

"But there's one area where those of us who haven't been gifted with a powerful, heroic quirk are truly blessed," Shinsou continued. "You know, studies have shown that the bigger your quirk, the smaller your penis is. With a quirk like yours, I wonder if yours is even big enough to be visible. I must have you beat in that area by a landslide!"

"That's not true," Izuku found himself saying before he could stop himself.

He hadn't really been angry when answering; he'd just been confused as to Shinsou's train of thought, and then he'd impulsively answered Shinsou's taunt. His driving emotion didn't matter though; he'd spoken and his limbs locked up just the same.

"Is that so?" Shinsou said. "We'll have to see about that, won't we?"

What did he mean by that? What was he planning? Izuku had no answer to these two questions.

"Drop your pants!" Shinsou yelled. "Let the world see the truth!"

Wait, what?

"I can never show my face again!" Izuku cried, hiding his face in his hands.

"There, there," Iida said almost robotically. Izuku appreciated the thought, but his method of comforting wasn't really helping. He supposed Iida must still be traumatized; he held the rules as sacred, after all, and something so . . . so out of line with his expectations must have shocked him.

"It's not that bad, Deku," Uraraka chirped. Her cheeks were even redder than usual, and the luminous blush showed no sign of dying down. "I checked the footage, and it looks like they had the forethought to blur it out on the TV!"

"Everyone in the stadium saw!" Izuku wailed. "And even people who just saw it on TV got a general idea! My mom was watching!"

"I must admit, it wasn't exactly what anyone was expecting," Iida said slowly. He said nothing more, and Izuku wondered if he'd meant that to sound comforting.

"Look at it this way," Uraraka said cheerfully. "You won the tournament!"

"I only won because Todoroki basically just let me get to the final round for free," Izuku groaned.

"His face was so red I forgot which side was hot and which was cold!" Uraraka pointed out. Izuku wished she'd stop being so cheerful.

"Don't remind me," he said, voice deader than Aizawa's before it regained some of its usual nervous energy. "I–I don't even like boys. What do I do?!"

"Don't worry, Deku," Uraraka cooed. "I won't let the big, nasty iceberg get to you!"

"I wanted him to use his fire," Izuku mumbled, "but he just went sort of slack jawed when I said 'come at me with all your power!' He was so out of it that I didn't even have to use my quirk!"

"You must watch your word choice in the future," Iida lectured. "Words can be easily misconstrued, depending on the situation, and it would do you well to avoid such instances."

There was a crinkling sound and Izuku looked down to see a piece of paper next to the closed and locked door of the bathroom he'd chosen to hide in. If he was being honest, he'd been trying to get away from Uraraka until she stopped acting weird, but she'd just followed him and Iida into the boys' restroom!

"I'll get it," she said, crouching to pick up the piece of paper. She smoothed it out with her hands and began to look it over. Izuku watched with trepidation, Uraraka's muttered "oh my" doing nothing to reassure him.

"W-what does it say?" he asked hesitantly.

"It's a petition," Uraraka said absentmindedly. "Signed by every girl in our class and a few others from 1-B. You know how we were all competing to see who would get you?"

"Yes," Izuku said resignedly. It had been a bit difficult not to notice, honestly. Some of them hadn't been subtle at all.

"Well, apparently they're willing to share now."

Wait, what?