USJ be yikes
“Speech” Thoughts
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Deku stomped outside of the class, huffing out loudly in annoyance. Today was some “special event” that Aizawa wouldn’t tell them what it was. All he said was that it was off campus and joined by two other teachers. Deku was currently fuming at being unable to know where they were going, and he was tempted to just run to the roof to cool down.
C’mon Deku, calm down, we need to be on the bus in a few minutes. Izuku thought, calming the angry greenette slightly.
I know Izuku… I just hate fucking surprises. Deku replied. Over the past couple days Izuku and Deku had agreed to not worry about the pill that stopped his… switches. Call it an experiment, for the next month Izuku and Deku would switch places every once in a while, to see if they could function well without the medicine.
It had been a few days since they started that, and a day after that Recovery Girl had cleared them for exercise. Izuku still couldn’t sleep, so he and Deku would lurk on the rooftop strumming on their guitar and making songs in the night, until Ochaco starts trying to find them. One of the nights Ochaco actually spent on the roof with him, though she fell asleep on his lap. Deku stepped out of the boys locker room with his gym clothes on, with only his belt with weights on it for support gear. (PS Iida became voted president with Yoayorozu as vice because Deku was at therapy when they voted. I didn’t know how to fit it into the actual story without straining.)
Aizawa had told them that they could wear their hero costumes if they felt they could fight efficiently with it, but Izuku had designed a new one and sent it to the support team, so it was still under development. Deku let out a sigh and kicked a loose rock, rocketing it through the air until Pulling it back into his hand. He began just juggling it around himself as he walked toward whatever bus was going to take them off campus.
“Everyone!!” Iida yelled, chopping his hand through the air vigorously once everyone was outside. “Please line up in seat number order, two by two!!” He enunciated each syllable with another chop of the arm.
Fucking Robot, Deku thought, easily aggravated at the moment. He purposefully stood outside of the line that was forming, rebelling Iida’s authority.
Please Deku… be nice. Deku just sighed again, but eventually relented and walked into the line of students, only to die of laughter when the bus was different then the one Iida had assumed it would be. Deku collapsed into the chair besides Ochaco, holding his stomach from laughing too hard, the expression of indignation on Iida’s face made it worse. He finally collapsed onto his seat, hearing Izuku lecture him on proper etiquette, something he just threw out the window immediately.
When he finally calmed down, Tsu, as she insisted on being called, asked a question. “Midoriya, I’m usually one to speak my mind, so I must ask. Why did you train so hard to be a master at your quirk? We have all had our quirks for most of our lives, but you are on a completely different level.”
Deku laughed dryly. “It’s because when we were young, I was a stupid fuck and would sometimes Pull objects toward me, or Push myself off of random things. This scar-” Deku pulled up his shirt and showed a giant faded mark the size of his fist, “-was when I Pulled myself onto a random spike in the wall, which is fucking strange. Who on earth just sticks a giant fucking spike onto a wall? I also got the one on my eye from Pushing myself into a cupboard, cut my lip on the way there.”
Everyone’s jaws dropped in surprise. “Did this happen to you a lot?”
Deku nodded, “That’s why I have such good control, I needed it if I didn’t want to accidentally fucking kill myself.”
“I guess that makes sense, thanks for answering my questions.” Asu- Tsuyu said.
“No problem, Izuku would’ve beat me if I didn’t.” Deku said nonchalantly.
No I wouldn’t!! Izuku cried out, furious. After a pointed silence for Deku he thought, Okay, but only a little.
“You’re quirk is strong and flashy, really manly!! Mine is just hardening, which is useful but not super noticeable.” Kirishima said, looking at his hands dejectedly.
“Don’t say that, your quirk is fucking amazing. It’s tough and quirks don’t have to be super showy to be useful. You could be a shield to protect everyone, so don’t put yourself down.” Deku said, showing a rare moment of genuine kindness.
“Oh? What the fuck is this? Soft Deku?” Bakugo asked, laughing boisterously.
“What do you mean? I’m always fucking soft, unlike you. Soft Kacchan is the rarest thing next to me having a fucking parent.”
“Wait what? What about parents?” Hagakure asked as she cocked her head.
“Shut up Problem Children, we are here.” Aizawa said, standing up as the bus rolled to a stop.
Getting out of the bus quickly, they were greeted with the sight of a giant sign, saying, “Welcome to USJ”. USJ? Like the theme park? Deku thought, rolling his eyes.
No, as in Unforseen Simulation Joint. How have you not heard of this? We literally have the same memories. Izuku asked back, evidently surprised.
I’m not the one who forgets to take their medicine. Deku snarked back, rolling his eyes.
“Hello children, I’m Thirteen. I’m a rescue hero that specializes in natural disasters and the like. I’m here to tell you, one… two… four… six…. thirteen…” the spaceman/woman walked up to the class and waved at them, before halting and counting on their hand.
Ohmygoshitisthespaceherothirteen, Izuku screamed, evidently excited.
Yeah, I can see that. And they’re fucking talking right now. Shouldn’t we fucking listen? Deku asked, slightly annoyed at his over-the-top excitement. Suddenly, a sickening feeling came across the duo.
Izuku- Deku started, before he was cut off by Izuku.
Already on it, the greenette had expanded their seeing bubble, straining their control to the limit to encompass the entire USJ.
“Guys, there are villains hiding everywhere in the disaster zones. At least a hundred. Wait… there are more coming in from somewhere…” At this news, all of the students flinched violently, before Kirishima spoke up.
“Is this just another part of the exercise? Have villains to defend and rescue at the same time?”
“No, those are real villains, I’ll go and distract them. Thirteen! Protect the students!” At those words Eraserhead rocketed away, eyes glowing red and scarf whirling around.
“Kaminari, try contacting the school, if you can’t reach them there must be someone with a quirk that blocks it.” Izuku said, gaining control from Deku. While Deku loved fighting and was analytical on the battlefield, but he preferred to leave all the heavy thinking for Izuku.
“Someone must have a teleportation quirk and there's two villains who I can sense that aren’t doing anything at all. One of them has to be the leader, we need to assist Eraserhead-“ Izuku was cut off from saying any more when mist began to spill around them, pooling across the floor.
As soon as a pair of eyes showed up, Izuku felt something amidst the mist. A bracer? It didn’t matter, before the mist could do anything Izuku pulled on the light piece of metal and hauled it to his hand. The man let out a yelp as his body was jerked sideways, flying towards the greenette.
Once the bracer was in his hand he jerked it back and forth, sloshing whatever was inside of it. “Please don’t move, I know you are the exit ticket for the villains. I’m going to give you to Kacchan, and if you move he will blow you up.”
Doing as he said, Izuku turned back around and faced the huge metal door. “Iida, you are the fastest one here so please go and get help.”
“But as class president I can’t abandon my fellow students.” Iida protested, looking around at the villains.
“Iida. You aren’t abandoning us, in fact, you will be saving us because we need All Might right now. So please, go and get him.” Izuku asked, gesturing toward the door. In response, the man begrudgingly ran toward the closed door, kicking it down before continuing onward.
You have a way with people, Izuku. Deku thought, admiring his closest companion with pride.
Thanks Deku.
Turning back to the subject at hand, Izuku felt Eraserhead get thrown to the ground, a giant muscular thing on his back. Whirling around, Izuku Pushes forward and rockets through the air toward their teacher. “SENSEI!!!”
Using the intense force acting on his body to add to his Push, Izuku shoved the monster off of Eraserhead, noting that their teacher had two broken arms. The monster didn’t go far, it was insanely heavy and even with the extra force from his movement it didn’t do much.
“Oh? The insolent hero brat is trying to save his failure of a teacher.” The man with hands all over his face exclaimed, scratching at his neck with four fingers.
Four fingers… must be a touch activated quirk, Izuku analyzed, staring at the man’s hands.
“He is not a failure, if anyone is a failure, it’s you. You won’t succeed with whatever it is you are trying to do, because we will stop you.” Izuku called, taking a firm stance before him. He may not be the best hand to hand fighter but he worked out and was exceptional at judo throws, learning how to do them in case he needed to throw someone away, having a mostly ranged quirk.
“Oh? Are you trying to be a hero?” The man asked, scratching his neck violently, drawing blood. “I’m tired of this world that categorizes the same violent acts of heroes and villains, calling one righteous and the other evil. I, Tomura Shigaraki, am going to bring an end to heroes, starting with All Might.”
Izuku flinched at the mention of All Might, but regained his composure quickly. “I do hope you realize that made zero sense. Like… the same violent acts? You villains literally kill people for fun, while heroes have to hold back to not kill villains. Most of the time they are incapacitated without any injury, with exceptions being Endeavor who constantly leaves violent burn marks on all of his victims. But that is what they are, victims. There is nothing similar between heroes and villains, if anything you are just a delusional kid who can’t think of a good reason to kill things, instead coming up with a weak excuse about how, ‘this world categorizes the same violent acts of heroes and villains.’ Yes the world is unfair, heck, I know that better than most!! You don’t see me complaining about how life isn’t fair for some stupid reason.”
The man-child before him just glared, shocked into silence. That's what you get Handy McFuckface. Put on some chap stick you fucking loser, Deku yelled, laughing inside of their head. Also, you just muttered to a fucking super villain. Good job.
“Look out Izuku!!” Screamed a voice behind him, most likely Ochaco. Having already sensed the grunts' charging at him, Izuku simply leaned slightly to the side, yanking down on the person's arm and throwing him to the floor, Pushing off of the man’s head and knocking him out with the violent slam to the ground.
Another one came up, blades extending from his hands. Izuku simply Pushed off his shoulders, picking up some of the rocks lying on the ground near Eraserhead to Pull to his hands.
Landing on his feet, Izuku shot his hands out and sent some marbles rocketing toward their targets, causing the victims to cough up blood as the tiny projectiles impaled themselves into their bodies. “Ocha-chan!!! I need you and a few other students to come get Aizawa!! Thirteen, please make sure that the mist man is kept in control, because I need Kacchan here to help!!”
Without seeing if they responded, Izuku shot up, hovering over the battlefield before picking his target. Handy McFuckface. Pulling himself off of the man-child, he saw him stumble forward and fall to his knees, unsteady. As Izuku sped toward the man, he felt Deku helping their classmates with their fights, giving slight Pulls and Pushes on the villains arms or legs, making them miss their hits by fractions of an inch.
With a sickening thud, Izuku’s combat boots collided with the blue haired man’s chest, hearing it crack beneath the force. This proved to be a mistake as the man wrapped his hand around his boot, forcing Izuku to kick them off and land a safe distance away, barefoot. The metal boots disintegrated in his hands.
Definitely only activated if he has all five fingers. Izuku thought, preparing himself for his next attack.
“Nomu. Kill Eraserhead.” The man called, looking deathly calm.
In that instant, the giant mountain of a man moved for the first time since Izuku pushed him off. In that split second, Izuku felt something. Fear. Of course he felt fear before, when he was younger he was constantly afraid he would Pull something into his chest and kill himself accidentally. But this was a different type of fear. This was a fear for someone else. For his sensei.
This fear quickly turned to anger, to rage, and Izuku felt something snap within himself. With a surge of power and precision that he had never been able to do before, Izuku anchored himself from behind before Pushing harder then he knew was possible. His first Push was to the Nomu’s left shoulder, throwing the monstrosity off balance, the next was to the right foot, making the thing face plant. While it was in the air, however, Izuku Pushed again, right at its center of gravity and into the distance. The weight of the Nomu went against himself, and he felt several things crack within himself.
With these somehow more powerful Pushes, he had to make more powerful anchors behind him, forcing himself to be crushed beneath their forces. Blood fills his mouth and he spits it out, only for more to take its place.
Is this where we die, Deku? Izuku thought, seeing the darkness reach the edges of his vision.
I loved being with you all the time, Izuku. Been a pleasure. With those final words, Izuku and Deku embraced the blackness before them.