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My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Mycel sensed the pool drain some seconds after the boy jumped into it. He walked out bigger, and Mycel held his jaw from falling down.
"What in the world is that, some new freeze dried giant or something?"
He muttered, and turned around. Two mold clones were standing behind him, posing dramatically. Mycel admired his creations, scratching his chin, before joining the two in posing. He stood up and dusted his knees, and flexed his arms for... whatever he was going to do now. He'll figure it out.
"Alright Jonathan, Joseph, let's get to work!"
He yelled, trading high fives with the two.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

"Push yourself over the limit, Plus Ultra!"
Mycel cheered as he tilted his body far left until he had to start skipping to the direction due to the loss of balance. He did a cartwheel and recovered, stretching his arms wide into the air. He trotted to the pool as he glanced at Edith-suppressing the urge to splatter mold all over her face to wipe the blood off her face as his eyes widened at the sight of the bloody girl- and stopped right in front of it. After an unnecessary session of straightening his back, Mycel reached down and poked a forefinger into the pool.
"Perfect temperature for pool water."
He said as he pulled the wet finger out of the pool for few seconds. After wrinkling his face a bit for a moment, he dipped it back in the water. Mycel's other hand spun around and around before pointing up in the air, a large section of his upper body turning into mold. From the forefinger in the water to the other one pointing upwards, a small line of mold was built inside his body. Mycel grinned as mold grew out of the finger in the air and reached to the gym floor, slowly creating a replica of his silhouette.
"Ah, I've always! Wanted to do this. Never got the water to do it. Such a shame."

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Mycel stretched his arms as the teacher stood up. The book kid's demonstration was pretty much over, and it was about time he walked up and showed his. As the teacher addressed him, Mycel stood up with a wide grin.
"With pleasure."
He flexed his right arm and stretched out his hand out to the students and the teacher.
"Now, don't be so surprised."
He said with an eager grin as his right hand changed color. It turned from human flesh into yellow and green mold, slowly from the fingertips to the wrist. His grin changed into a malicious smirk, and smacked a section of the hand off his arm. The lump of mold fell to the gym floor. Mycel casually picked it up and placed it on his hand before smudging it back on the right arm. The mold grew back into a part of his hand. He flexed the restored hand and stretched his arms out.
"There."

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Mycel joined Edith's chanting, swaying left and right. He added a bit of chorus by chanting a note higher.
"This is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun, this is gonna be fun..."
Then, he turned to the kid who volunteered-who had volunteered to go first, and shrugged. Bold enough to go first and show their quirk.
"I can't sit here then, can I?"
Mycel muttered to himself.
"I call second!"
He said, waving his arm up in the air.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Mycel was mindlessly sitting on the floor, staring into nowhere, until Edith collapsed next to him and poked him. He froze for a moment and slowly turned his head towards Edith.
“Yes, it’s supposed to be gym clothes after all.”
He answered her, with a shrug.
“We can’t run around or do backflips or something wearing something like a suit or skirt, can we?”
He added, his hand circling around as always.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

"Ah, we're all gonna do some intense push ups.
"Wait, their gym suit isn't yellow?
"Yep, not yellow.
"But I like yellow.
"Ah, whatever."
Mycel walked out of the male locker room in his gym suit, swaying his arms back and forth as he walked with his torso swaying left to right. He slightly cocked his head with each sentence asif trying to make the conversation with himself a bit more 'realistic'. He scanned the gym, one eye small, one eye wide, spotting the girl he saw back at the cafeteria, and two other boys. Scratching his chin, Mycel came up with the most logical decision his mad mind could make.
He walked up to a space where he was neither too far nor too close(which was pretty hard to calculate for him) and sat on the floor.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

“Ah, gym class. All the sweating and exercise and everything. Oh boy.”
Mycel told himself as he followed his classmates. It was obvious where they were going if they were going to have a gym class. Not the classic phone booth where a certain hero with a red cape would change into his tights. It was their own version of that phone booth-not just a blue phone box with their school logo on it, of course- the lockers. Where everyone would walk out with gym suits.

Explain an Anime Plot Badly

A muscular dude travels with a dude he kicked and another dude who stabbed him with a finger to fist a childhood friend blonde with some heavy breathing technique.

My Hero Academia: The Next Generation

Mycel stayed seated at the table, his head cocked slightly to the side, until he noticed Koharu looking at him, waiting for him to stand up.
“Oh, right, it’s my turn.”
He said as he pulled himself up. He straightened his back and let out a grunt as if he were an old man. He cracked his neck and walked up to Koharu.
“Well, I’m here.”