The cavalry battle was in full swing. As predicted the bulk of teams were converging on the 10 million point headband, Thus making Neito Monoma's own plan working just perfectly. Picking off headbands of distracted 1A teams, it was all he could do not to gloat. They approached the side of the Team Hakagure. The three teens carrying apparently nothing a pair of pants, the girl's headband already plucked off by Ibara.

'The Invisible girl' Monoma noted curiously, he'd assumed it was an activated ability but from what he noticed during the obstacle course she remained invisible even when it wasn't tactically in her favor. Comfortable with his point total and strategy he could help but indulge his curiosity. Ignoring Kosei's perplexed look he urged his team closer. As they passed he reached out and felt a brush of skin off her back. Feeling the familiar tingle of his quirk activating.

"Eh!?" he heard the girl jump at the unexpected contact, feeling cocky he activated the stolen quirk. The world faded slightly as if he was wearing shades, the bright flashes of the cameras in the stands dulled to match. Not what he expected for an invisibility quirk but Neito was adaptable. With his quirk he had to be.

"Sorry~ Just passing th-" he turned toward the girl with a smirk and immediately choked. The once empty 'horse' now had a topless girl riding confidently. She seemed short, though her proportions were generous for her height. A bit on the tanned side despite being seemingly untouched by the sun, her black hair was short and messy. Her expression had shifted from annoyed into puzzled. She whispered something to herself as his team pulled further away, she finally met his own dumbfounded stare before slowly reddening and covering herself. Spell broken he deactivated the quirk and turned away as the girl faded from view, dully aware of someone shouting.

"Oi, Monoma whats wrong with you?!"

"Sorry, Kosei." He shook off his embarrassment to refocus on the current situation. "That quirk had a weird feeling to it, that's all." he lied smoothly.

"Well focus man, we're coming up on Bakugo's team." His lead 'horse' grumbled as they approached the flank of the Explosion user. Monoma grinned, putting the rather odd mix-up behind him as he focused on the '#1' student of the first years. This would be the sweetest take yet. It was time to show them that Class 1-B was superior.

The crowd went silent as Present Mic checked the score board just as the copy user pulled the 3rd place head band from Bakugo's head...

~One climactic series of events later~

Neito sat off to the side of the arena, his pride crushed from Bakugo's ruthless assault. The Explosion user had not only retrieved his origial points back but had stripped him of all the points they'd gathered. It had been a sound plan but they had underestimated how vengeful the he could be. Aizawa's words ate at him, how they had chosen to 'settle' for a place rather then strive for total victory... It was ludicrous. But he was the one sitting out the individual matches so the words couldn't be fully dismissed. Somehow his mood soured even more, maybe it would be better if just went up to the stands...

"Um hey." A girl's voice broke him out of his funk, tone hesitant. He turned to see a floating UA cheerleader outfit, pompoms clutched to a rather filled out top. "Are you Monoma-san?"

"Yes that's me. Hakagure right?" he asked lamely, she was the team lead of her team if he recalled. Receiving a cheerful 'Mmhm' from the invisible girl before him. An awkward silence grew between the two. The uniform thankfully coming with a small choker so he could get a solid idea where her face was suppose to be. It seemed she was quite short as he suspected forcing him to look down to 'maintain eye contact. Consequently it allowed him to see all the way through her 'empty' top and skirt, his mind helpfully noting there didn't seem to be any underwear inside the outfit. He quickly looked away, trying to make it seem natural and clear this throat. "So how can I help you?"

"R-Right!" she squeaked, laughing a little but clearly nervous "This is going to sound crazy but... were you able to see me before. During the cavalry stage?" she asked softly. The pompoms rustled as she fiddled with her hands and scuffed her feet. His first inclination was to lie, if only to spare them both the awkwardness... but something in her tone, Both Hopeful and Fearful, made him do otherwise.

"I did," his admission was accompanied by a shaky inhale from the girl in front of him. "My quirk allows me to copy other quirks for 5 minutes at a time. I copied your quirk to indulge in my own curiosity. I well, hadn't realized exactly what would happen." he admitted with the slight bow of his head. "My apologies," he bowed his head slight, still keeping his gaze away from the empty neck hole.

"I see," she sounded like she was trying to remain calm but failing to do so. He heard the pompoms swishing a bit more before he felt a hard punch on the shoulder that actually knocked him off balance. She was pretty strong for a little thing.

"Ow, what the hell?! I said I'm sorry!"

"And I forgive you," she replied with forced cheer before he saw the pompoms moved to her hips. "But you still get punished for staring." she added with a self-satisfied huff and Neito didn't bother to hide his sigh of annoyance.

"Right right, it won't happen again." he assured her. It was an easy enough promise, they were in separate classes after all. Even if they did somehow touch again he'd just refrain from activating the power, easy.

"Actually..." her voice was soft again, "I wanted you to do it again."

"What?" Neito looked at the girl directly for the first time since the start of the encounter. "You just hit me for looking."

"Well this time I'm wearing clothes!" she shot back heatedly, poking his chest with a pom pom.

'But not underwear' his brain was quick to add much to his annoyance. He shut that particular thought away and locked the door.

"Fine," he put out his hand. "Just touch my hand and I'll be able to copy it." He had done it without her consent last time, this time it would have to be HER choice. He watched the girl hesitate for a moment before dropping the pom poms. He felt the warmth of another hand rest in his open palm. He allowed his quirk to activate and felt the familiar tingle of it working. 5 mins. The world dimmed as it had before and the tanned girl faded into view, filling the once empty uniform. He could get a better look at her now that he was close up. Despite her small frame she had an athletic build, she was a hero in training after all, but it was somewhat at odds with her large bosom. Her hair was as messy as before and cut unevenly. Her eyes were a dull pink but had a strange brownish shade for the whole eye... judging from his own dull surroundings his own likely had something similar at the moment. She was watching him intently, her face screwed up in a focused expression. After a moment of impromptu staring contest it seemed to click with her.

"You're doing it right now right? You can see me?" she asked suddenly before biting her lip and looking pensive.

"I am."

"Oh, um." Her cheeks began to flush and she broke eye contact. He chose to say nothing and just watch the emotions play off her face. He'd never seen such an 'open-book' of a person. Excitement warred briefly with fear before anxiety began to increase with his silence. "So..."

"So what?"

"What do I look like?" she asked impatiently, giving him an intense gaze. He tilted his head confused.

"I'm only copying your quirk so if i can see you, surely you can see yourself."

"Well yeah, but only with my own eyes." she puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. "I don't show up in mirrors or anything. I can see my arms and body if I looks down but I haven't seen my face since I was a little kid. And it's not like I can get a good full body look..." as she spoke her gaze grew more distant and she bit her lip once more. "I know it doesn't really matter since no one is gonna see it but I'd like to know. so... Please?"

"Very well then." he said gaining a small, knowing smile. He took a step back to get a full look at the girl and began to describe her out loud as he saw her. Her athletic but short frame, smooth tan skin were known to her but somehow him reiterating it made her grow shy and hesitant. Her hair was a sore point apparently since she always had to cut her own hair whenever it got too long. He'd said it was fine but by the pout on her face she didn't believe him. He stepped closer to her once more as he got to her face... she said she hadn't seen her face in over a decade so he sparred no detail. Nearly flawless skin, her small nose and pair of moles toward her left ear, her soft rounded features... He watched in amusement as she grew redder and more embarrassed as he continued but she remained quiet and focused on his words. He was coming close to the end of his limit as he was wrapping up.

"That can't be right you make me sound like I'm really pretty." She forced a laugh, trying to play it off. Her voice remarkably calm despite the healthy flush of red. As she said that he realized.

She was.

She radiated a strong natural beauty, being unable to utilize any makeup or other such means to accentuate it... The messy, uneven hair with her totally open expressions added a chaotic charm to it all. But since he was the only one who could see her. Only he would know this... In the end that was a fair bit more then he was willing to admit out loud. Instead he merely shrugged.

"You asked me to describe you and I did." he said casually he saw her look down and was quiet for a moment. He could feel his time limit wearing off, as the girl began to fade from his eyes she offered a small genuine smile.

"Thank you Monoma-kun..."

"Um, you're welcome." he muttered looking away, cheeks red.

"I-I'm going to go change, I'll, uh, I'llseeyouaroundBye!" she squeaked in a cheerful tone as she quickly gathered her pom poms and scurried back off to the other girls of 1-A. Neito covered his face and tried to collect himself. His previous anger toward 1-A overshadowed by the awkward encounter he'd just had. He promised himself not to get in any more troublesome situations in the future... Hakagure's smiling face came unbidden to his mind and he couldn't help smiling a little bit himself.

But perhaps... It hadn't been all that bad.