Deku Slaughters the Competition!!
“Speech” Thoughts [Sign Language]
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With his flashy entrance the crowd ate it up, loving every minute of his cocky swagger to his side of the stadium. The cheers were heard and Deku just grinned, waiting for a berating comment from Izuku, any words about how he shouldn’t be an asshole. None came.
I wish you were here Izuku… Deku thought, trying to reach for the boy. He didn’t respond, but the greenette felt a general swirl of emotion, so that was something at least.
“ON ONE SIDE OF THE ARENA WE HAVE THE POSSESSED GREEN DEMON OF CLASS 1A, MIDORIYA IZUKU, ALSO KNOWN AS DEKU!!!” Presentation Motorcycle screamed into the microphone, his voice echoing through the stadium.
“ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ARENA WE HAVE THE DARK HORSE OF THE GENERAL EDUCATION… SHINSO HITOSHI!!!!” The loud cockatoo’s voice once again penetrated his eardrums. Fun.
“Hey,” Shinso called, smiling at the greenette. “No hard feelings if I win, right?”
Deku knew his quirk, and he sure as hell wasn’t stupid, so he just walked forward, grinning widely. Once he was about three meters from the purple haired boy, he began fingerspelling in sign language. [Why hello there Shinso,] he spelled, grin only widening as he saw the shocked look. The boy clearly knew the language, so he switched to straight up signs. He and Bakugo had learned how to sign after it became apparent that the boy’s hearing was going to deteriorate, he had hearing aids in constantly, fashioned to look like normal ears, and so they rarely talked like this unless completely alone.
[Surprised? Well, can’t mind control me if I don’t respond vocally] Deku smuggly signed, now floating a few feet in the air, looking as if he was lounging on a bed.
“WHAT IS THIS??? MIDORIYA SEEMS TO BE SPEAKING IN SIGN LANGUAGE TO HIS OPPONENT!!!!” Presenting Micheal screamed, flipping out.
“Oh, how amazing, the hero course students really are privileged,” Shinso said bitterly, sighing. “What do you want? Why haven’t you just shoved me out of the ring yet?”
[Because I wanna talk S-H-I-N-S-O], he spelled out the name, before showing the sign name he had made for the boy. It was the sign for sleepiness, an open hand that hovered over his forehead but brought down to a close as the hand moved down to his chin. Instead of the normal italian pasta stance, he formed the letter ‘H’, to represent Hitoshi. It was either that or the sign for cat that ended with the same letter.
“Talk? Why?” The disgruntled teen questioned, glaring at him. The greenette just grinned widely, Pulling on the ridiculously light boy and making him fly towards him. He kept a strong anchor below and behind him, manipulating the boy with a few calculated Pushes and Pulls until they were directly across from each other. Needless to say the general education student seemed very surprised and stumbled in the air.
[Because I want to! But really, I just wanted to say that get your head out of your ass, you didn’t exercise your body at all, simply relied on anonymity and surprise. If you really wanted to be a hero then you should’ve trained your body. You weigh like a forty give kilograms (100 lbs) soaking wet]
Deku finished up his rant, hoping he got his point across before Pushing the boy outside of the ring, watching as the boy grasped at the air, trying to stop his flight. It was impossible because Deku is a beefy boy who is surprisingly dense for his size.
“MIDORIYA IS THE WINNER!!!!” Present Mic screams, his ridiculously loud voice echoing throughout the stadium. The greenette’s small headache flares up at the loud noise but he pushes it off, making a mental note to take an Advil later.
“Anyway, that is one amazing quirk dude, I have about ten pages dedicated to it in my notebooks,” Deku says, having floated over to the purple haired boy and is currently helping him up.
“Lots of good it did,” the boy muttered, glaring at him. “You didn’t even give me a chance to show it off.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure someone found it interesting,” the green haired boy said knowingly, glancing up at the announcers box where Aizawa was currently staring down at them. “Besides, I’m sure your classmates found you interesting.”
With those words he Pushed on the floor, darting up into the air and floating into the class 1A waiting area. He was greeted by a cheering Ochaco, who tackled him to the ground and wrapped him up in a tight hug. “Nice job babe! I have no idea what those hand signs were but you did great!”
“It was sign language, me and Kacchan learned it when his hearing started going bad,” he explained, spinning his girlfriend around for a second before setting her down. “Apparently Shinso learned it for some reason, maybe a deaf or mute relative.”
After saying this the next match started up again. The match was done in a second. Aoyama didn’t even get a chance to pose flamboyantly before he was encased in a gigantic ice glacier.
“That’s a bit extra,” Deku muttered, looking at the ice that was centimeters from his front row seat.
“I’ll fucking beat his ass in the finals,” Bakugo muttered, his gaze trained on the ice princess.
“If he makes it that far,” Deku added, staring at the boy’s red half of his hair. “Half assing it like he is.”
The next matches flew by quickly, with Monoma getting demolished by Ojiro’s karate, being unable to copy mutation type quirks. Denki lost to Kamakiri due to the insect boy making a grounding rod with his swords, stopping him from suffering from electrical damage. The electric boy fried his brain. Katsuki vs Yanagi was actually quite interesting. The ghost girl darted around the stage and made the explosive boy make tons of debri for her to control. Alas, with one giant explosion she was sent out of the ring. With Shoji vs Iida, the octopus boy was pushed out within the first few seconds of the match by a blindingly fast class president.
The semi finals began. Momo against Ochaco was a wonderful fight. It took a very long time as well. Ochaco couldn’t get too close to Momo due to the rich girl constantly making different substances from her body, all things that barely needed any fat cells. The brunette also didn’t use her quirk on Momo’s staff because it only allowed the recommended student to swing her pole even faster than before. Big nope on that. Yaoyorozu finally won when she managed to cover Ochaco in a whole mess of spider silk. Deku did not envy her, that would be a pain to get out of clothes.
“And now, will Todoroki and Midoriya please come to the arena?” Came Midnight’s voice, loudly proclaiming the next match up. Deku did his signature “I got no more fucks in my fuck box,” entrance of jumping off the balcony. Todoroki was sensible and merely walked out from his side of the hallway.
“Don’t half ass it or you’ll end up on your missing butt cheek,” Deku taunted, making little flames with his hands. “If you got any sort of beef then leave it in the stands.”
“I will do what I wish,” Elsa- no, Todoroki growled frostily. Heh, frostily.
“Startt!” Cried Midnight, waving her hand down. Deku Pushed on the floor, rocketing into the sky as he hovered there, seeing the absolute monster of a glacier beneath him. Rolling his eyes, he expanded his seeing bubble so that it enveloped the entire arena. Identifying small items like marbles and coins that had fallen to the feet of people, he Pulled on every single thing in the radius. If people made a grab for said items he let them keep it, after all, it was probably their money or some shit. He still ended up with a good fifty projectiles to use.
“I’ma shove marbles so far up your ass that you’ll be shitting them out for years,” Deku stated calmly.
“ERASER WHEN DID YOU TEACH YOUR KIDS TO TRASH TALK????” Presentation Micheal screamed into his mike.
“I didn’t, he’s just a problem child who likes to make fun of people.”
“YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST FOLKS, ERASER IS A TERRIBLE TEACHER!!!”
“Hey!” Aizawa shouted, and from the grunts coming over the intercom he probably kicked the other pro hero.
“Your taunts won’t work on me,” Todoroki said evenly, bringing his hand backwards in themost telegraphed move in the world.
How did no one else dodge this? The preparation time is about three fucking years, Deku mentally grumbled, before Pulling a coin into his hand and throwing it forward, pinging it into the boy’s skull. Just before the marble made contact he tugged at it softly, not wanting to kill the boy with the speed of the attack. Evidently it rattled the half-hot and half-cold user, making him clutch his head.
“Pish posh, and your ice won’t either. You just kind fling it willy nilly, learn to have control, y’know?” Deku muttered the last part, dodging another one of the overly sized glaciers.
“Please, do you not listen to a word I fucking say?” The greenette demanded, Pushing another coin into the boy’s chest. “I will just yeet you in the sun if you don’t start taking this seriously. Maybe then you could stop with this fucking Ice Princess shtick.”
“OH MY GOD IF IT WASN’T SO COLD I WOULD SAY THAT MIDORIYA WAS TURNING UP THE HEAT!!!!” Mic screeched, way too excited for some simple playground banter.
“Mic, if you yelled a little louder I think the Martians will come down.” Aizawa deadpanned, face probably as emotionless as his voice.
I love our fucking teacher, Deku thought, smiling lightly as he dodged yet another wave of ice.
“I know you are just trying to draw the match out,” Todoroki stated emotionlessly, bringing his right hand back again. “But I will end this quickly.”
Finally done with his shit, Deku shot forward, Pulling on the floor and Pushing on the top of the stadium behind him. As he rocketed forward, his feet collided with a wave of ice and he felt a distinct crack in his tibia. Fucking hell lad.
“I kinda hate you bitch,” Deku muttered, shooting back into the air. He didn’t need to have a broken leg while this was going on, it would mess with his concentration. Dammit Izuku I would love some help… he thought desperately, but he knew it was to no avail. Reaching into himself, he felt his broken bone, and luckily it was a clean snap. Pulling some rope from outside the arena, he wrapped it around his leg, gritting his teeth tightly.
Glancing up, he saw something that made his blood boil in rage. Knockoff Elsa had the audacity to shiver. Shiver! He was barely using half his power and he was shivering from overuse.
“I’ma kill you,” Deku growled, Pushing himself forward. A few coins that were floating above him were pulled along too. Sweeping his hand forward, Deku sent a few marbles nailing the boy in a few of his limbs. “You think that just because you got daddy issues you can hold back? Fucking bitch that’s not the way the world works!”
The green haired boy spun through the air, dodging the ice spikes that impaled where he once was standing. “Just use your fucking fire to warm yourself up.”
“I won’t use his power,” Todoroki growled, slowly powering up his ice.
“His fire?” Deku growled, dancing through the air quickly. “FUCking hell dude, it’s your power!!”
This caused the Ice Princess to stop, remembering words his mother spoke. About how he should follow his own path, not that of his father’s. He should make his own path.
“Wh-what?” He whispered timidly, temporarily stopping his attack.
“I said,” the greenette began, sending a few more marbles at the boy. “IT’S YOUR POWER TODOROKI!!!”
Instantly the boy’s side burst into flames, illuminating the arena in a swath of steam and heat. The ice and fire boy felt free for the first time in his entire life. Instead of hot flames from a forge, his body felt like he was laying out in the sun during the summer, a cool breeze washing over himself.
Righting himself, the hetero-chromatic boy stared at the laughing Deku, who was suspended high in the air. “You finally did it you bastard.”
“Thank you Midoriya,” Todoroki began, a small smile gracing his lips as he righted himself. He slowly raised his hand up, gathering the fire in his hand and breathing in deeply. “But I must apologize for what happens next.”
The flames that had once been dancing out sporadically slowly gathered in one point, the fire and ice boy’s hand. With one last apologetic look, Todoroki sent a blast of concentrated flame forward, the heat racing across the stadium. Simultaneously, the temperature lowered, ice crawling toward the green haired boy.
Deku Pulled in the rest of his projectiles, Pushing off the floor to bring the coins and such together. Any loose pieces of ice were also gathered, all brought into a shield in front of him. Pulling to Todoroki, Midoriya lurched forward, blasting through the heat and cold. It was about halfway through this charge that he realized something. When a solid goes to a gaseous state quickly, it releases a high amount of concentrated gas, pushing outwards with great strength.
In a last ditch effort to, you know, not die because he was in the middle of an explosion about to be crushed on all sides, Deku Pushed on the floor. While most of his previous pushes were about ten times, this one was closer to one thousand. If the boy’s body wasn’t already conditioned for sudden changes of direction, a slight mutation that came from his quirk, he would be knocked out.
Still, his skin plastered to his face and he felt his organs lurch in his stomach, pressing down. The headache was already coming from the whiplash he gave himself. With one last desperate Push, Deku shoved at Todoroki’s feet, making the boy face plant at the same time as the sublimation.
Even from his position higher than the stadium, Deku still felt the air shake as he watched Todoroki fly out of the ring from his own attack. Dropping back down to the floor, he collapsed onto one knee, clutching at his head.
“WE HAVE A WINNER!!!” The Presentation Motorcycle screamed, and the crowd roared. With a small grin, the greenette fainted.
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Recovery Girl shot him one last disgruntled look before heading off to check on his opponent. We bit that son of a bitch, Deku thought. Surprisingly Izuku did answer, though it was more a vague sense of disapproval than anything else. Regardless, the insane process from catatonic to slightly attentive was enough to make the normally tense teen to smile goofily.
“What do you have to smile about mister,” Ochaco said, hands on her hips. “You just got thrown into a hospital.”
“I’ll be fucking dandy,” Deku assured, still grinning. “Besides, I am going to the next round.”
“You should still stop ending up in the infirmary,” his girlfriend scolded, flicking him on the forehead. “But congratulations.”
“Who won in the match with Ojiro and Kamakiri?”
“Oh, the 1B kid won,” the brunette said, though she sounded a bit annoyed. “He nearly cut off Ojiro’s tail though.”
“Well, that is to be expected when his quirk is literally to make swords,” Deku rolled his eyes. “Who do you think will win, Kacchan or Iida?”
“I’m legally obligated to say Iida,” Ochaco states instantly, looking somewhat sheepish. “But probably Bakugo.”
“Yeah, Iida might be fast but with the amount of work Kacchan has been putting into increasing his mobility…” Deku left the sentence dangle. Both had been there watching Katsuki explode through obstacle courses and obstacles, trying to beat his own time on said courses. Near the end the boy seemed to have a revelation, and the times grew closer and closer until the blonde won. Then Deku just tried again and destroyed his previous time but those are little details who cares.
“I think the match is about to begin!” Ochaco yelled, pointing at the TV. Indeed it was.
Katsuki walked onto the field with a grin plastered on his fight, eyeing the engine boy across from him. Iida smiled and waved politely, both stretching for the fight to come. Once Midnight called the start, the speedster sprinted forward, his body a blur to the camera. Katsuki wasted no time in shooting into the air, explosions firing off violently.
Spinning as quickly as he could, Iida barely avoided running out of bounds, and the ash blonde just landed on the other side of the arena with a grunt. Spinning back around, Iida came running, and this time the boy didn’t spring into the air, instead the explosive blond used his explosions to spin himself under the higher kick, landing a blow of his own with all of his centrifugal force.
“I see…” Deku mutters, taking note of his best friend’s new technique.
“What? What do you see?” Ochaco asked, neither taking their eyes off the screen.
“Kacchan is cupping his hands, making the force of his explosions more concentrated, less excessive energy,” he explained. “It lets him move much faster and put more power in his attacks.”
“He’s incredible…”
“That he is,” the greenette whispered softly. “That he is…”
After getting a solid hit in, Iida became too cocky, taking wider, riskier blows in an attempt to end the match quickly. It didn’t work and when Katsuki was kicked into the air, he propelled himself up, catching himself in midair and lurching back down like a comment. His outstretched palm reached Iida’s exposed face. One explosion later and the class president was lying on the ground.
“BAKUGOU WINS!!!” Present Mic screamed, going absolutely crazy after the intense match.
Deku just smiled slyly, standing up and walking to the edge of the booth. “Deku!” Ochaco called. Turning around, he cocked his eyebrows. She mimed taking off glasses and after a moment realized what she meant. Rolling his eyes he took off his glasses, Pushing them over into her awaiting hands. “Good luck.”
He saluted her with a cheeky grin, sitting at the edge of the railing before leaning backwards, hurtling through the air. Before he could hit the floor he Pushed lightly, keeping himself afloat and causing him to set down softly.
“AND NOW FOR THE MATCH FROM THE GODDESS OF CREATION, MOMO YAOYOROZU!! AGAINST THE ABSOLUTE WINNER OF THIS TOURNAMENT SO FAR… IZUKU MIDORIYA!!! LET'S GET THIS PARTY STARTED!!!”
Deku snorted. Jeez he is dramatic.
“You both know the rules,” Midnight stated. “Let the match begin!”
The greenette instantly shot into the air, not wanting to take any chances. He could already feel the headache beginning to form, showing the overuse of his quirk.
“Hey down there!” The snarky teen called out, grinning cheekily. “Think you can-”
He was cut off as a fucking gunshot rang out, and he Pushed himself to the side, staring at his friend increduously. “A fucking gun??”
The ravenette just smirked. “I was told to think outside of the box.”
Rolling his eyes, he yanked the gun out of her hand and to him. He didn’t know how to fire a gun, but did that matter? No. Why? Because that wasn’t why he grabbed the gun. He knew that Momo could just make another, but he didn’t have any projectiles yet, and the bullets were moving a bit too fast for him to stop immediately, he’d have to settle for this.
Taking the magazine out of the gun, Deku popped the bullets out and floated them in the air, adding the actual gun and the magazine into his whirlwind. It was at this moment Momo realized her mistake. Her best bet would have been luring him back down to her and going for a one on one fight without him having weapons, but that possibility is unusable now.
Deku could see the gears turning is his vice rep’s brain, before a planned form in her mind. Running forward, the ravenette extended her hand and a string of something flung out of it. Izuku recognized it as spider silk. Dodging to the side, he tried to tug on it but only got lurched towards it. The mass of the silk all counted as one. With a tad bit more concentration he Pulled and Pushed on two spots about an inch apart, making it taught so he could fire a bullet through the area.
Leaping to the side, Deku spun the string around him, locking it into place by a Push and Pull. However, Momo’s decision was a good one, because it caused him to be distracted enough for her to get a shot off in his direction. Luckily she had good aim and only hit him in the arm, nothing that he couldn’t shrug off, but the greenette still growled.
“FUCK!!” He screamed, pushing the bullet out of him and tearing his shirt up to bandage the wound.
Normally Midoriya is immune to sneak attacks, Momo thought. But due to not having Izuku there to help him… She hated exploiting the fact that her good friend was in the equivalence of a catatonic state but it was the only way to win. Distract the green haired demon enough to weaken him.
Grinding his teeth tightly, Deku dropped from the air, not wanting to waste energy, and instead stood across from his friend. Yanking on all of the projectiles, he Pushed them to the tall student.
Snapping a hand out, Momo shot spider silk toward the wall, but Deku Pushed the tip into the ground, making it impossible for her to jump away.
Deku saw the second of hesitation spread across her face, the recognition that her initial plan didn’t work immediately. Her thoughts were open, and he recognized her eyes. Eyes that screamed, Oh god what do I do? I don’t know what to do!
She didn’t get the chance to finish thinking because the projectiles slammed into her, one on her shoulder, one on her stomach, and two on her leg. She staggered back to her feet and stumbled trying to maintain her balance. With a small smirk, Deku Pulled on the gun that was floating in the air behind her head, making it hit her with a thump and knock her onto the floor, unconscious.
The crowd was silent, before it exploded with energy, applause, cheering. Bowing to the crowd, Deku walked over to his friend and threw her over his shoulder, walking away with a small smile. Filing away in his “Izuku will probably care about this later” notes, he made sure to mention that Momo could use help with confidence building and decision making. Oh well, problem for Izuku, now he just needs to beat the ever living shit out of Katsuki…